The intense fear of going crazy made Mo Wen feel extremely unwilling. Just as his fate took a turn for the better, God was about to take away everything again!

No! I will never allow it! Mo Wen's face was twisted, with a hint of ferocity. At this moment, his strong will worked. Under the shaking of all his mind, the stagnant sword energy slowly moved a little, but that was all.

That's it. Seeing that the sword energy ball was about to stagnate again, Mo Wenyun recalled the nameless mental method. The mysterious mental art reverberated in his heart. The sword energy ball in his dantian seemed to be injected with vitality, and bit by bit he broke free of the strange feeling.

Blocked by the cold aura, when the last trace of sword energy regained control, Mo Wen felt a shock in his Dantian, as if a cocoon emerged from the cocoon, and the cold aura around the sword energy group disintegrated and merged into the sword energy. A kind of

The strong feeling was clearly reflected in Mo Wen's heart. At the moment when Mo Wen was slightly stunned, with the sword energy ball as the center, the ice in his body melted rapidly and was swallowed up by his own sword energy.

"This..." Mo Wen was completely stunned. He had never heard that being possessed could improve his cultivation. Now he could clearly feel that his sword energy cultivation had made great progress.

He practiced hard and became a little more solid than before, as if he had gone through a tempering process.

This is definitely not an obsession! Mo Wen made a judgment in an instant, because since ancient times, even if the person who is obsessed does not die immediately, his Sanqiu will be seriously injured. It is a miracle that he can maintain his cultivation. In a situation like his now, he is definitely not an obsession.

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After being stunned for a while, Mo Wen suddenly thought of something and put his hand on his chest. His expression moved and he put his hand into the front of his chest. When he came out, there was something there, a small crystal clear blue jade sword.

"That's it!" Mo Wen's eyes narrowed, and a familiar cold breath was coming from the blue jade sword into the palm of his hand. This breath was exactly the same as the strange power that had just invaded the body, but now it was completely restrained and no longer harmed him.

Looking at the small blue jade sword in his hand, Mo Wen fell into deep thought. It can be said that this jade sword has been worn on his body since he could remember it, and he has always regarded it as an ordinary amulet. He did not expect that such a mysterious thing would happen.

What on earth is this?

After thinking about it for a while, Mo Wen decided to take a risk. If he didn't know about it, he really wouldn't dare to carry such a dangerous thing with him. Lingjue carefully reached towards the blue jade sword, and there was no obstacle. The blue jade sword was crystal clear.

The crystal clear physique is completely presented in the mind, except for the harmless cold breath, there is nothing strange, and no power can be felt.

How could this happen? Mo Wen was completely confused. Judging from the faint breath on the blue jade sword, it was clearly its masterpiece just now, but now it looks harmless at all, and the faint cold breath is refreshing.

The function of the brain.

No! It won't be that simple. Mo Wen held the small blue jade sword in his hand without believing it, closed his eyes and used the nameless mental method again, and the traces of heaven and earth spiritual energy penetrated into the body from the top of his head, and transformed into pure sword energy, but in the palm of his hand,

The little blue jade sword never moved again...

Mojia, Zhujian Villa.

In a dark sealed stone room, Mo Tian knelt in front of an incense table. Green smoke rose from the unburned incense sticks. However, what was enshrined on the incense table was not a spiritual tablet or a divine tablet, but four sword stands and a pair of swords.

Picture scroll of mountains and rivers.

Two of the four stone sword stands were empty. Only the first and the fourth were each placed with an unsheathed long sword. The body of one sword was as green as a green bamboo, and the other was a sword.

It is as black as ink and as deep as a black hole. Behind the sword platform is an ancient picture of mountains and rivers. The scenery in the picture is quite strange. There is a lonely mountain peak in the center. On the right side of the mountain is a sea of ​​green bamboo and a green

Foxes are playing in the bamboo forest; on the left is the Wanren Cliff, where a strange white bird makes a flapping gesture in the strong wind; directly in front of the mountain is a fiery red maple forest, with a strange red cow lying on a maple tree.

Dozing under a tree; behind there is a meandering river, with a giant black snake lurking at the bottom.

Looking at the ancient map of mountains and rivers, Mo Tian's eyes showed deep sorrow and helplessness: "Ancestors, is this the final destination of the Mo family? Why? Why does it fall on me, Mo Tian? Why?"

Green smoke curled up, and no one answered in the silent stone room.

With soft footsteps, Liu Huixin's weak figure appeared in the stone chamber, staring at Mo Tian's back and saying painfully: "Why must it be like this? Isn't there a better way?"

Mo Tian's shoulders moved and he didn't look back: "This is the only way to get Wen'er to put aside his relationship with Zhujian Villa. Although it is a bit cruel to him, it can give him two years of free life. He shouldn't have come here."

He should not be responsible for everything in the world."

"Will they definitely let Wen'er go?" Liu Huixin's eyes overflowed with tears, and her plaintive voice was heartbreaking.

"I've waited for sixteen years, why wait two more years? If they don't have the patience, then they have nothing to care about." Mo Tian smiled coldly, with a strong sense of ridicule,

I don’t know if I’m laughing at myself or others.

Hearing what seemed like a low cry behind him, Mo Tian sighed and said softly: "You don't have to worry too much, there are masters from the secret hall accompanying him to protect him, and Lao Wu is by his side. Even if they really want to take action, it won't be that easy.

"

Liu Huixin stopped talking and just lowered her head and wiped her tears. Mo Tian opened his mouth and fell silent...

On the wasteland, a convoy of nearly fifty carriages and horses was moving slowly. In a carriage at the end of the convoy, Mo Wen stroked the small blue jade sword between his fingers, lowered his head and pondered. It had been five days.

However, he still didn't understand the secret of this little blue jade sword. Except for the practice five days ago, this little blue jade sword had always been very quiet. No matter how he fiddled with it, it didn't react, even if he injected sword energy.

Use sword energy to stimulate! The only thing that is certain is that this little blue jade sword is very strong, because even a piece of stubborn iron has turned into slag after such a tossing, but the little blue jade sword has not changed at all.

Mo Wen shook his head, put away the small blue jade sword, closed his eyes and continued to meditate on the sword style "Leng Yue". "Leng Yue" is the most profound memory imprinted on Xiao Hei's spirituality, only the moment when the sword is drawn.

There was no concrete image of the sword technique, so Mo Wen could only try to understand the charm of the sword from it, but it would take a long process to truly become a sword.

This huge caravan was exactly the one Mo Wen asked them to stay in five days ago. The leading caravan had thirty-six trucks, and its destination was Yuzhou City. It happened to be a long way away. For the sake of safety, Uncle Wu decided to follow the caravan.

Traveling in a team. Mo Wen spent almost all of these days in the carriage. He only went out to chat with the three brothers Lin Yi during the rest time. Five days ago, the three brothers went out to hunt at night, and they all returned safely. They spent a few days together.

After that, the two parties got along well and formed quite a friendship. Every time they chatted, Mo Wen never missed a word. He tried his best to understand and become familiar with the world from the words of the three brothers. The three swordsmen also saw that Mo Wen was a fledgling boy.

They tried their best to talk about some common sense and taboos about traveling in the world, etc. Mo Wen greedily absorbed all this, and he was no longer the novice who knew nothing about the outside world.

The convoy did not move very fast, but it had covered nearly four hundred miles in five days. There was no particular danger on the road, because Jiangzhou City is the center of Jiangzhou, and powerful monsters within a few hundred miles would have been there long ago.

After being cleared, ordinary low-level monsters would not dare to attack such a large convoy. Even if they are hungry and crazy, attacking the convoy is just to practice for the swordsmen of the convoy. The real dangerous place is the edge area of ​​each state, especially the two states.

At the border between the two, there is a blank area within the scope of human influence. There is no shortage of high-level monsters, and real monsters are raging.

"We're about to arrive in Luo City!"

Near noon, green fields appeared on the roadside. Anyone traveling outside knew that they were approaching the city. Because monsters were rampant in the wild, in order to ensure the safety of grains, the cultivated land was cultivated close to the city. Seeing cultivated land also meant that the city was close to the city.

Not far away.

After a brief rest at noon, the convoy set off on the road again. After traveling for nearly twenty miles, the outline of a city appeared directly in front of the convoy. Mo Wen stood on the shaft of the carriage and looked at the city from a distance, but it was a pity that it could not give him too much shock.

, because when he was at Zhujian Villa, he often looked at Jiangzhou City from the top of the highest mountain behind the villa. The scale and momentum of Jiangzhou City were far greater than this city. The city in front of him was obviously much smaller than Jiangzhou City. Mo.

Qian made an estimate and found that the area of ​​Jiangzhou City is at least twice the size of this city.

"Brother Wenmo, we have to stay with the caravan, so we'll say goodbye for now and see you again in two days."

While queuing up to enter the city, the three Lin Yi brothers had time to rush to Mo Wen's carriage and waved goodbye. Wen Mo was the pseudonym Mo Wen used now. He had been expelled from the villa and the name Mo Wen could no longer be used.

"I'll see you three brothers in two days." Mo Wen imitated the three men and handed over his hand. The caravan would rest in Luo City for two days before leaving the day after tomorrow. Before entering the city, the caravan sent someone to make it clear that they wanted to follow.

If the caravan continues on its journey, it must gather outside the West City Gate early in the morning the day after tomorrow.

Luocheng is a medium-sized city under the jurisdiction of Jiangzhou. It is seven kilometers long from east to west and eight kilometers long from north to south. It has a fixed population of 300,000. As the only way from Jiangzhou to the western city, it has many merchants and is extremely prosperous.

Uncle Wu was driving a carriage on the wide street. He was dazzled by the endless flow of pedestrians and the various shops and stalls on the street. Everything felt new.

After walking two streets, Uncle Wu stopped his carriage outside an inn. The boy at the inn immediately ran over attentively and asked, "Sir, are you going to eat or stay in the hotel?"

"Stay in the hotel." Wu Bo said.

"The guest officer will follow the younger one."

The boy led Uncle Wu to the backyard of the inn: "Your Majesty, please park the carriage here. We have someone here to look after the horses."

Uncle Wu threw a piece of silver to the boy and said, "Feed the horses with high-quality fodder, and prepare two adjacent upper rooms."

"Don't worry, sir, I guarantee you a hundred satisfaction." The boy pinched the piece of silver and a flower appeared on his face.

"Sir, how about these two rooms? Not only are they well ventilated, but they also face the sun. You can see the street when you open the windows." The waiter took Uncle Wu and Mo Wen to the second floor of the inn and asked, pointing to two adjacent rooms.

Uncle Wu nodded: "Yes, you can prepare two more light foods and send them over, and the rest will be given to you."

"Oh! Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" The boy bowed excitedly. The ingot of silver that Uncle Wu gave him was enough. After deducting everything, there was at least one tael of silver left, which was his monthly salary.

It's only eight hundred coppers.

"Uncle Wu, I want to eat outside." Mo Wen suddenly said.

Uncle Wu glanced at Mo Wen. In the past three days, the changes in Mo Wen's body have become more and more obvious. His body is no longer as weak as before. Even every time Mo Wen stole Lin Yi's three swordsmen's barbecue while he was away, he knew that with him

They were completely different from each other before. If he hadn't watched Mo Wen grow up, he would have almost thought it was someone else who was pretending to be him. Having lived for more than half his life, he was keenly aware that something unusual had happened to the young master, but he never asked.

Pretending to be ignorant, he knew that if he should know, Mo Wen would definitely tell him.

"Okay, but don't be too late, go to bed early, we have to go on the road tomorrow." Uncle Wu warned.

"I know, Uncle Wu." Mo Wen smiled and walked downstairs.

This inn named Yuelai is very small, just a three-story building. The lobby on the first floor is for merchants to eat, the second and third floors are housing, and there is a small courtyard at the back where goods, carriages and horses are parked. Generally, people with status are there.

I would not come here. The people who eat, drink and stay here are ordinary merchants and wandering swordsmen from the bottom. At this time, the hall on the first floor is filled with such vulgar and bold men. There are no taboos in talking, and when they are happy, they burst into wild and wild tempers.

laughter.

Mo Wen sat in a corner, quietly listening to the many passengers drinking and joking.

"Have you heard? Dingbei Hou Fang Ye died violently in Yanshan City a month ago. The Yan State army in the north is ready to move and will send its troops south at any time. A war is coming." A middle-aged man talked eloquently.

"Fang Ye, one of the four great military commanders of the Zhao Kingdom? Isn't he an eighth-level swordsman? He seems to be in his forties this year, in his prime. How could he die suddenly?" A tourist asked.

"Who knows this? This is what is written in the official documents of the imperial court. Now that Langya Camp is leaderless, Yan State will definitely seize the opportunity to go south." The man who broke the news said.

"Is there really going to be a war?" Many merchants looked worried. Not only would it be difficult to do business during a war, but even swordsmen might be recruited by the imperial court to go north to join the war.

"No, no." A middle-aged man dressed as an ordinary businessman shook his head and said: "Half a month ago, the imperial court sent the Huben Camp northward and arrived at the border to take over the defense of the Langya Camp. The Yan State has no chance."

"Hu Ben Camp!" Everyone's faces immediately showed expressions of relief. Like Langya Camp, Huben Camp is one of the four major swordsman battalions in the Zhao Kingdom. Military Commander Bai Yulong is an eighth-level peak spiritual swordsman. It is said that

There is only one step left to reach the ninth level, and as the Royal Swordsman Battalion that defends the capital, Huben Camp is just as powerful as Langya Camp. The two swordsman battalions are in the same place in the north, and Yan State has no chance.
To be continued...