The Cangshan Mountain is towering and green, and the night is colorful.

In the pavilion, the gentle breeze blew slowly, causing the lights in the glass lamps to sway, causing the clear shadows to drift into a trance.

Feng Wannian remained silent, waiting for the answer he was eagerly awaiting.

As a Xuanmen sword type, there are not many people in this world who have the ability and the power to mobilize him.

Five years ago, it was when his talents first emerged, but because of the man in front of him, he went to Longyuan Mansion and found the mountain gate that had long been forgotten by the world.

Luofu Mountain, if it weren't for the black sword that walked out here three hundred years ago.

I'm afraid even Feng Wannian doesn't know that such a mountain gate exists in this world.

He abandoned everything and bid farewell to the past. He lurked in Longyuan and hid in Luofu. There was only one reason... or in other words, only one mission.

That is to stay by Li Mo's side.

At that time, Li Mo was unknown in Luofu Mountain. In the face of Qi Yu's reputation as a genius, he only relied on Yan Zixia's relationship to get a jailer's position in the prison, which made almost

Li Mo, who was about to wipe out many disciples, found some value.

At that time, Feng Wannian couldn't believe that he had traveled thousands of miles to Luofu Mountain just for such a guy!?

Five years...for five years, that question has never ceased to haunt my mind.

Even though he and Li Mo formed a deep friendship, the suspicion still lingered.

Now, Li Mo has arrived at Wangxuan City, and with his astonishing appearance, he will head to the capital soon.

At this moment, Feng Wannian finally asked the question that had troubled him for five years.

"Li Mo...who is it!?" Feng Wannian asked again.

"He is someone who does not exist."

In the pavilion, the indifferent voice sounded faintly, as if it answered something, but also seemed not to answer anything.

"A person who doesn't exist? What do you mean?" Feng Wannian was not allowed to ride on his sister.

"I let you stay by his side so that he can be just Li Mo, nothing more."

"He can be a disciple of Luofu or a descendant of the Black Sword...but he can only be Li Mo..."

In the pavilion, the cold voice conveyed unquestionable majesty and irresistible will.

"You mean... Li Mo's true identity cannot be revealed to the public? Will he be in danger if he goes to the capital?" Feng Wannian's expression changed slightly. This was what he was most worried about.

The mountain wind howled, and the pavilion fell into a brief silence.

The faint firelight swayed with the mountain wind, making the long shadow sway more and more strangely.

"The domineering sword breed swallows up everything, whether it is feelings or emotions... You have stayed with him for too long, and you are becoming more and more like a human being..."

The cold voice sounded again.

"I am a human being."

Feng Wannian's answer obviously stunned the figure in the pavilion.

"Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black..."

In the pavilion, the majestic voice seemed to shake his head helplessly.

"I will protect him in this life, but he can only be Li Mo in this life... Otherwise, no one in the sky or on earth can save him, and many people will die."

The cold words turned into a whine in the whining mountain wind. Under the moonlight, Feng Wannian's expression suddenly changed, and there was a trace of surprise in his trembling eyes.

To be able to make the man in front of him say such words, Li Mo's identity was even more unfathomable than he imagined.

"Li Mo is eighteen years old this year..."

At this moment, Feng Wannian seemed to have no intention of stopping. He changed the topic and immediately attracted the gaze of the figure in the pavilion.

"Eighteen years ago, a fire hit Kyoto... It seems that many people died in that disaster..."

"You adjusted the secret files of Xuantian Pavilion."

"In the ninth month, the fire burned, and the capital was burned... Li Mo was born that year, right... According to records, Prince Cheng's Mansion was also buried in that accident..."

Feng Wannian mentioned a piece of the past.

Cheng Wang is the seventh son of His Majesty, and the Five Dragon Prince conferred by the imperial court.

Eighteen years ago, the most beloved prince by Emperor Qian died in the fire.

"According to records, King Cheng seems to have an heir who is the same age as Li Mo..."

"The descendants of King Cheng were not affected by the fire. They were already brought into the palace by His Majesty and have been trained by His side for many years..."

In the pavilion, the looming figure couldn't help but smile, and refuted Feng Wannian's guess.

"How can the blood of the royal family easily flow into the mortal world? Have you been in contact with him for too long, and your brain has become wet?"

"Forehead……"

Feng Wannian was at a loss for words. After all, he had been away from Beijing for many years and the information he had was limited. What's more, the royal secrets were not accessible to ordinary people.

But it’s right to think about it. If you are really of royal blood, why should you be so secretive!?

"If you want him to have a safe life, don't ask any questions...he is just Li Mo."

In the pavilion, those indifferent words finally brought the question and answer to an end.

"Is he still safe now? I'm afraid the reputation of the Black Sword's successor is not very good." Feng Wannian said calmly.

He grew up in the Xuantian Pavilion since he was a child, so he naturally knew the weight of the black sword. Back then, this master was not afraid of heaven or earth, and he made countless enemies, including many lords in the capital.

Now he is only in Wangxuan City. If Li Mo really arrives in the capital, God knows what kind of trouble will come to his door.

"Three hundred years have passed... In the capital, everyone must play according to the rules of the game... If he can't play, it's fine to be an ordinary person."

Feng Wannian frowned and stared coldly at the figure in the pavilion.

"You don't want him to die, nor do you want him to rise..."

Feng Wannian's voice revealed unconcealable dissatisfaction.

"Watch your stance..." the cold voice reminded.

Feng Wannian remained silent, stood up, and was about to leave.

"You should find an opportunity to tell him to be careful about that brat from Martial Arts Mountain... When Bei Sha Xuanzhang left, it seemed that he left something for him... something that could kill him.

This simple sentence made Feng Wannian stop in his tracks.

"I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Wannian stood up and, like a ghost, melted into the wind and disappeared under the vast night.

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For a long time, there was a sigh in the pavilion, chewing on the name that they had not seen for eighteen years.

"His Majesty Shenzong... alas..."

The sigh was deep, as if a stream of autumn water had melted away, causing ripples to stir up the cold moonlit night.

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the next day.

Feng Wannian very implicitly revealed the information about Jiang Chen to Li Mo.

"Beisha Xuanzhang left something for him? How did you know such a secret thing?" Li Mo looked at Feng Wannian suspiciously.

"I have a way." Feng Wannian's explanation was reasonable.

"You have to be careful. When you get to the capital and it's really difficult, just give in and save your life. It's not embarrassing." Feng Wannian advised.

"Damn..."

Li Mo curled his lips, and the greeting stopped immediately, turning it into a deposit of merit.

As one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, he actually left something for the monk of the mountain gate, which was shameful.

For a little person like Li Mo who has no identity or background and has climbed up from the bottom step by step, no one will leave anything for him.

"Be careful..." Feng Wannian reminded again.

"Afraid of a bird." Li Mo sneered.

In desperation, he secretly moved the monkey from Luofu Mountain. With the monkey's skills, he could secretly kill people in the capital.

"I'm going to the capital tomorrow, Lao Feng, I really want to go home this time."

Li Mo changed the topic, not wanting Feng Wannian to see his honest thoughts.

"I haven't been back for a long time." Feng Wannian murmured softly.

After five years of separation, Feng Wannian felt extremely peaceful when he returned to his hometown. The only thing he was worried about was Li Mo.

If the heir of Black Sword enters Beijing with such a halo, God knows what kind of turmoil it will cause.

"Hurry up and pack up, we are leaving tomorrow."
To be continued...