Mo Juxia didn't know why, but remembered his senior brother Jie Guo. Well, it is said that his real name is not Jie Guo, but he turned around and called Guo Jie.

Senior brother stands between good and evil.

In the Saint Temple, one thought can become a Buddha, and another thought can become a demon. The last sword is even more between half a demon and half a Buddha. Although he eventually died under Li Ruyu's sword, Mo Juxia did not resent Li Ruyu.

It has nothing to do with life and death.

If the senior brother does not die, the master and Wang Wu family will die, and even he will die in Kaifeng.

So in the end, the senior brother still dies from goodness.

Mo Juxia had no resentment or hatred in his heart, but he was just confused about right and wrong.

Senior brother’s sword is evil, but senior brother’s heart is good.

Right or wrong?

Mo Juxia wants to know.

But there was a voice in his heart telling him that he would never pursue these things again, otherwise when he truly understood this truth, perhaps Mo Juxia would not be Mo Juxia.

But Mo Juxia also knew one thing.

This principle is likely to be a great way, a great way that has never existed in the world of Daliang.

Mo Juxia is willing to be martyred.

When people live, they must have meaning of existence.

So these days, he has been thinking hard.

What is good and evil, what is right and wrong?

Until Yingchang Mansion learned that Qin Yujing died under the sword of the assassin, countless soldiers would survive between the Western Army and the Imperial Army. Of course, it is only possible that if Qin Yujing died, there would be other famous generals to fill the gap.

Qin Yujing's death alone can live more people.

Mo Juxia seemed to have a clear grasp of the touch of emotion from this matter. Perhaps good and evil are actually the difference between big and small?

So……

What is big?

Are sentient beings big?

What is small?

Some of them are small?

When there is an inunilateral contradiction between big and small, for example, today, can we really assassinate those famous generals in order to survive more soldiers?

Those soldiers shouldn't die.

But what about those famous generals?

Mo Juxia still can't figure it out.

He looked at the man with a pale face facing the sunset and walked to the top of Lanshan Mountain. He looked at the sword around his waist. Mo Juxia was speechless, not knowing who this person was.

Xu Ruo came from Changzhou overnight.

According to the order of Ji Yue, a giant of the Mo family, we will verify whether Mo Juxia is the ancestor of the Mo family. After all, there are too few people in the world of Daliang. Moreover, the previous report was that Mo Juxia had taken action at Zhaixing Villa.

There is a sun in my arms.

Xu Ruo and Ji Yue were both extremely suspicious that the sun in their arms was probably a Mohist mechanism.

At the same time, Xu Ruo also solved his doubts.

He felt that the Mohist love and attack were not what Ji Yue did.

He even suspected that Ji Yue was not a Mohist master at all.

So he took a gamble.

If Mo Juxia is a Juzi, then Juzi will come out, and the Mo family in the world will not go astray.

If not, you will never die at all.

What a pity?

Before this, many people had died in the Mo family in Daliang for the founder of Xunjuzi.

Xu Ruo walked three meters in front of Mo Juxia.

Bend over and salute.

Mo Juxia did not get up or return the gift. He just looked straight at Xu Ruo, then looked in the direction where Xu Ruo came from climbing the mountain, frowned slightly, and took the package on his back into his arms.

After Xu Ruo gave his respect, he looked respectful, "The disciple's surname is Xu, his name is Ruo, and he is from Yizhou, Daliang."

Mo Juxia whined, "What's the matter?"

Xu Ruo stood up straight, pressed his sword, and stood straight: "The disciple is an alien who studied under the Mohist master Meng Sheng and died in Yangcheng."

Above the sky, muffled thunder rolled.

A red and white thunder fell.

Xu Ruo laughed and drew his sword, "Today we welcome the thunder, but ask me about it."

The sword is unsheathed, and the light is cold and swaying to the top of the mountain.

The sword light went up against the current.

With a crackling sound, lightning splashed, and the red and white thunder was led by the tip of the sword, and it hit Xu Ruo with a squeak, splashing a piece of dust.

Xu Ruo pressed the sword, waiting for the second red and white thunder, while saying, "Sir, what is non-attack?"

Mo Juxia's eyes lit up.

The rolling thunder clouds above the sky suddenly turned into blood-red. After Xu Ruo's words, what is non-attack, another thunder fell, not red and white, but blood-red thunder.

It directly crossed the blue and purple thunder.

Xu Ruo's words obviously have touched the bottom line of the world's way of heaven.

But Xu Ruo was still fearless and waved his sword again.

boom!

A loud bang.

The blood-red thunder was annihilated.

This time, Xu Ruo was unable to pull away the thunder again and could only shake it hard. The sword path was very high, but not enough to reach the top of the sword path. He was still a little struggling when facing the blood-red thunder.

After the thunder was annihilated, Xu Ruo's body was surrounded by lightning.

The sword in his hand had countless cracks.

The waxy face turned extremely flushed, and blood was gushing out of the corners of the lips, but he vomited blood and laughed: "I wonder, what is love between the two."

Mo Giant Hero is as if he is struck by lightning.

A look suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he murmured in a daze: "No attack? Love together?"

Above the sky, the muffled thunder roared, and the blood-red thunder clouds swelled, covering the entire Yingchang Mansion. In an instant, the heaven and earth fell into a terrible blood color.

During a few more breaths, the thunder and clouds changed, turning into colorful colors like sunset.

Colorful thunder clouds line thousands of miles.

A flash of lightning fell - a thunder without color.

Colorless thunder!

During the time of Jiankang, Amu and Jong Hyun once attracted thunders, one led to colorful thunders, and the other led to colorless thunders, which were both caught by Li Ruyu and broke. If it were not for Li Ruyu, Amu and Jong Hyun would not be able to shake such thunders.

At this moment, the colorless thunder fell.

Xu Ruo looked back at death, pressing his sword in his hand, looking at the giant hero Mo.

Mo Juxia's eyes gradually became brighter.

However, before I could say a word, the colorless thunder had already landed above Xu Ruo.

Xu Ruo can only draw his sword.

He was betting on the way of heaven in Daliang, the world: If Mo Juxia was not the ancestor of the Mo family, then he could take one but could not take the second one, and he would definitely die at that time.

If it is the ancestor of Juzi...

Then you will win the bet.

Xu Ruo raised his sword, and the tip of the sword looked towards the sky.

Buzz!

A long and continuous sound spread from the top of Lanshan Mountain, and then seemed to resound throughout Yingchang Mansion.

Xu Ruo groaned.

Almost in an instant, Xu Ruo's whole body trembled like a sieve and even began to bleed.
To be continued...