Twilight.
The surroundings of the Nangong compound were as quiet as water.
Mo Nan stood alone in the compound, with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon in the sky. His eyes were bright, as if he could see Guanghan Palace on the moon.
At this moment, footsteps came from behind Mo Nan.
"Senior Mo, I'm sorry! I kept you waiting!" Nangong Zhulu walked quickly from a distance, followed by two old men and a few maids. However, judging from their appearance, they didn't take Mo Nan too seriously, and even left Nangong Zhulu a few steps behind.
"It's okay." Mo Nan remembered what he asked her before, and asked, "Have you found out what's going on tomorrow?"
"Well! In the Shinto Alliance, there are many powerful people, the level of Tianjun, the level of Taishangjun, and even the existence of Tianzun. They will hold a grand ceremony tomorrow. The main purpose is to discuss how to preserve the origin of the Dao The problem……"
Nangong Zhulu looked at Mo Nan with some embarrassment, and said: "To put it bluntly, it is to carve up the origin of the Dao. It was not a big problem at first, but I heard that several sword masters spent a lot of effort to recover dozens of the origin of the Dao , Tomorrow's carve-up meeting, I'm afraid it won't be so peaceful."
Mo Nan smiled lightly, it seemed as he guessed! And such shameless behavior must have made King Youdu unable to stand it anymore, so this upright woman intervened in this matter.
"Hehe, fellow Daoist Mo. My name is Nangong Changsi, and I am the second butler of the Nangong family. I came here tonight to thank you for your help along the way! If you have any requests, feel free to ask us." At this time , an old man who followed Nangong Zhulu came out with a smile.
"I appreciate it! If it's convenient, just bring me into the Master Ceremony tomorrow!"
Mo Nan didn't make any other excessive demands. This kind of small request shouldn't be a problem for the Nangong family, and if the Nangong family really wanted to thank him, they wouldn't just send a second housekeeper. He knew that if Nangong Meng told him that he was just a casual cultivator rescued by Nangong's family.
"This?" Nangong Changsi hesitated for a while, feeling as if he had encountered something that gave him a headache, he gritted his teeth and said: "Friend Mo, this is very difficult! This grand ceremony is not just for anyone to do." You can enter~ unless you are also qualified. Hehe~"
Nangong Zhulu's expression changed suddenly, and she looked at the second housekeeper in surprise.
"Hehe, Zhulu, don't look at me! The patriarch asked me to pass these words to Mo Daoyou ~ Now the Shinto Alliance is in great prosperity, but the internal fighting is still extremely fierce. If you don't have a big family as a backer, I'm afraid you have ten origins It can't even occupy a place. Our Nangong family holds no less than ten dao origins, and there is no big difference in your curse origins with or without fellow daoist Mo..."
Nangong Changsi looked at Mo Nan with a pair of very meaningful eyes, and continued: "If you understand, you can take the source and join our Nangong family. Otherwise, without the protection of our Nangong family, hey~ Can you It’s impossible to keep the original source~”
There was a moment of silence in the audience!
Nangong Zhulu's delicate body trembled, tears welled up in her eyes instantly, she looked at Mo Nan with guilt, she already understood what it means to be in the family! However, what is in front of them is their savior!
"Don't bother!" Mo Nan just said lightly.
"I hope you think it through carefully!" Nangong Changsi finished speaking, turned around and left. But after walking for more than ten steps, he realized that Nangong Zhulu was standing there and did not follow him, so he turned his head back immediately and shouted coldly: "Zhulu!"
"You guys go back! Tonight, I still have a lot of questions to ask Mo Nan, so I will stay here without leaving!" Nangong Zhulu's voice was decisive, and her tears stopped.
"You—hmph!" Nangong Changsi snorted coldly, gave Mo Nan another meaningful look, and then left.
After a while, only Mo Nan and Nangong Zhulu were left in the audience.
"I'm sorry! I, I don't know the family..." Nangong Zhulu was exhausted after saying this.
"The bigger the family, the colder the relationship! I'm used to it!" Mo Nan knew the meaning of Nangong Zhulu's stay, which was to protect him tonight. Although it didn't seem to be of much use, Mo Nan still had something in his heart. A warm current surged through, and this girl was considered affectionate and righteous.
"Where's that old pig and~ and that woman?" Nangong Zhulu was stunned for a while, then asked strangely.
"The old pig is sleeping inside, and the other one, I'll let her go out and spread a message, and she will come back consciously in a while!"
Mo Nan did ask Qingtianda to go out to spread a message, but he didn't break any of her seals, so she must be coming back. Moreover, his consciousness has always been on her body.
The two chatted for a while without saying a word, each had something on their minds, and they didn't know what to say.
Mo Nan thought that the Nangong family would make a move, so he deliberately kept silent, closed his eyes and rested his mind, waiting for them to make a move. However, I don't know if it's because of Nangong Zhulu's presence, but there has been no movement.
He couldn't help but think of tomorrow's Dao Mastering Ceremony, and his heart moved, he remembered that Jinlong mentioned this matter a long time ago.
He simply swept his divine sense into the world of true spirits.
"Golden Dragon~ What does the Three Thousand Ways have to do with the Dragon Clan?"
At this moment, the golden dragon is soaring above the sky of the true spirit world. Last time it was in the magic soil, it had already reached the stage of "dragon shape re-transformation". Now after experiencing his breakthrough in cultivation, he has now leapfrogged to a higher stage.
Swimming season: Dragon swims in the sea!
Soaring period: the flying dragon is in the sky!
If the golden dragon in the past was majestic, the current golden dragon has reached a trembling and terrifying stage. Its horns, whiskers, claws, scales, etc. have all reached a fully revealed state.
"During the great prosperity of the dragon clan, it is naturally related to being in charge of the origin of the three thousand avenues and surpassing the ten thousand races!"
Jinlong's huge body rolled down, and a memory-like phantom appeared in Mo Nan's mind. He was in a daze, as if he saw a huge Taoist tablet above the chaotic sky, and there was a ghost on it. Three Thousand Avenues, Ninety Thousand Trails...
"Why is this feeling so familiar? Is it your dragon scale?" Mo Nan asked strangely.
The golden dragon said in an ethereal voice, "Yes, when the dragon clan has cultivated to a certain level, three thousand avenues and ninety thousand small avenues are fused into scale armor, and your previous scale armor is also contaminated with some Dao luck..."
Only then did Mo Nan feel relieved secretly. Cultivators of all races knew that dragon scales were irreversible and unbreakable, but no one asked why dragon scales were so powerful? It turned out to be a great way to add body, no wonder.
What kind of existence would it be if the three thousand avenues and ninety thousand small avenues were integrated into one body?
When he thought of this, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, and dragon scales covered his arm in an instant. In the past, such dragon scales have appeared many times, but each time he didn't feel it properly. At this moment, he finally found faintly that there was indeed a burst of Dao breath.
An arm exuding the aura of Dao appeared, and Nangong Zhulu next to him was stunned.
"This, this~ Senior Mo Nan, you still turn into a beast?"
Mo Nan felt this force, and suddenly felt another burst of insight in his heart, as if the Taoist tablet in the chaos and nothingness became clearer and clearer. As long as he stretches out his hand to clear the fog, it will be fully revealed.
At the same time, he was even more certain that he would have such power only if he carried the mission of the Dragon Clan and was the chosen successor of the Dragon Clan!
"no--"
After Mo Nan finished speaking, he concealed the dragon scale in his hand, and continued to close his eyes to comprehend.
Nangong Zhulu stared blankly at the side until the dawn of the next day.
The Grand Master Ceremony has finally begun.
Coincidentally, Qingtianda also came back at this time. Seeing that she was in a good mood, I don't know what kind of news came out.
"Since we're about to start, let's go!"
Mo Nan, Laozhu, Qingtianda, and Nangong Zhulu started to set off.
They went into the city this time. Originally, this Grand Master Ceremony was enough to cause a sensation. Every one of the hundreds of millions of cultivators here wanted to squeeze into this city, but it was impossible at all, and at most they would be able to squeeze in. About thirty million.
However, the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators is powerful, even if they are hundreds or thousands of miles away, they can see clearly.
After passing through the dense crowd of pedestrians, Mo Nan and the others finally came to the city gate.
Unexpectedly, a group of people from the Nangong family were already waiting here.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, have you thought about what we said last night?"
It was Nangong Changsi who spoke, and Nangong Meng and others stood beside him. Moreover, there are at least a hundred people in the Nangong family here, and there are two old men among them. Their bodies are filled with divine power, and the long picture behind them shines brightly. It is obvious that they have entered the realm of "Taishangjun".
Seeing this person, even Nangong Zhulu did not dare to speak rashly.
"Don't think about it! I've already given you the answer! Don't bother!" Mo Nan didn't expect that they would not give up and waited for him at the entrance to the city.
The old Taishangjun opened his eyes, and shot his lightning-like eyes at Mo Nan, and the rolling coercion burst out, and the voice exploded in the hearts of everyone like a war drum, making people feel that the sky was spinning:
"Hmph! In this case, you are not qualified to enter this city!"
