However, Mengdie knew that many people always had some secrets, so she didn't ask any questions and said with a smile: "Little brother, you don't have to be polite. I just did what I wanted to do to save you. I want peace of mind. So my sister doesn't need any repayment from you."
Mo Yi bowed and thanked him: "In that case, I've made too many mistakes."
"However, Miss Meng can call me Mo Yi. The title "little brother" always gives me a very bad association." Mo Yi said a little embarrassed.
Mengdie laughed and covered her mouth slightly, but did not say anything else.
Mo Yi noticed the lingering sadness on Meng Die's eyebrows and knew that the girl was worried and not suitable for conversation, so the conversation between the two ended quietly.[
Shenbing Villa is built in a huge valley. There is a maze guarding the valley outside. The fog never clears all year round. It is impossible for people who are not on the road to enter this villa smoothly.
The scenery in valleys is particularly beautiful, with flowers and butterflies, gentle streams, green trees, and bright sunshine, making it feel like a paradise.
The arrival of Mengdie's motorcade made the valley become very lively. Both the children playing and the working adults all focused their attention on this motorcade. To be more precise, it was the first show car.
on the carriage.
That is the sister that children love most, that adults have loved and loved since childhood, and the most beautiful [Pearl] of Shenbing Villa.
"Miss, you've had a hard journey." An old man who looked like an old servant greeted Mengdie who got off the carriage.
"Uncle Qiu, where is my father?" Mengdie asked.
"The owner of the village has been studying magic weapons in the Casting Pavilion for only six months. The owner of the village is staying up all day and night, not thinking about food and drinks, and is under too much pressure. I'm really afraid that he won't be able to hold on. When the young lady comes back, hurry up and try to persuade him.
Lord of the village." Uncle Qiu said.
Mengdie looked at Uncle Qiu anxiously. This was the most loyal old servant in their family. He had treated her like a daughter since she was a child.
She had never seen Uncle Qiu look so anxious, which made her feel that her sacrifice might really be worth it, at least for the people she loved.
"Please uncle, don't worry. I have successfully brought back the rare ore that Shenbing needs. I will go and tell my father the good news now. He will definitely be very happy. Our Shenbing Villa will be as happy as before.
." Mengdie comforted softly.
There is a tall tower standing in the valley. The tower is nine stories high. It is made of black meteorite mixed with black iron and is stronger than the tower.
The spire is extremely high and extremely sharp.
Viewed from a distance, this high tower does not look like a tower, but more like an inverted, huge sword, always showing the unique sharpness of the divine sword and the unique momentum of reaching into the sky.
On the highest nine-step platform, hundreds of various weapons are displayed, like a huge arsenal.
The cold aura and the unique and extraordinary light emanating from these weapons tell the story of their extraordinary nature.
And in the center surrounded by these weapons, there was a man with a shaggy beard and sunken eyes, who was holding a piece of jade silk made of a special material and was obsessed with it.
Drawn on the jade silk is a sword.
Jade and silk are a world, and this sword is everything in this world.
The sword rises and falls between heaven and earth. It is so arrogant and powerful as you can imagine, and it seems that it can destroy everything in the world.[
Every part of it is so perfect, whether it is the sword tip or bone or the sword body and spine, they all interpret the existence of a perfect thing that can be surpassed.
The most mysterious thing is the divine pattern carved on the body of this sword. This is a pattern that goes beyond ordinary spiritual patterns and reaches another realm.
Every divine pattern has imaginable mysterious power. They are the concrete visualization of the laws of heaven and earth.
The divine patterns are ancient, mysterious, and vast. It seems that there is no word in the world that can completely describe such an existence.
To comprehend a divine pattern requires not only opportunity, but also extremely powerful mental power.
And what is engraved on this sword is not just one divine pattern, but three different divine patterns. They are intertwined and seem to be telling a kind of heavenly way.
This man desperately wanted to understand and understand, so he indulged, and continued to indulge, until he became mentally depressed, couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and his energy and blood attacked his heart and almost fainted.
And his protruding blood fell on this strange jade silk, but disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Mengdie walked into the armory and happened to see this scene. She couldn't help but ran to support the shaky man and said with tears: "Father, you are forcing yourself to understand this sword diagram again. Take a rest quickly, if you do this again
If you go down, you will collapse."
This man is none other than Meng Luo, the owner of Shenbing Villa.
He looked dejectedly at the spotless jade silk in his hand, lowered his hands with all his strength, and fell into the seat.
It wasn't until he looked at the bright girl in front of him that he regained some of his vitality.
Mengluo touched Mengdie's face lovingly, sighed softly and said: "How can a father not know the principle of haste makes waste? Things have already turned around. As a father, I am not willing to accept it. I, the God of Shenbing Villa,
How can the foundation be destroyed like this?"
Mengdie looked at the absent-minded Mengluo, and saw that her father, who was as powerful as a god in her impression, could actually have such a weak side. She couldn't help but asked in a voice: "Father, is that man really that powerful? Our Shenbing Villa is just a little bit weak.
No hope at all?"
Meng Luo shook his head slightly: "The person who entrusted me to forge this magic weapon for my father is the Nangong clan, a mythical family that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Northern Territory, the true crown king. Their strength is even greater than that of our ten Divine Weapon Villas.
It’s simply incomparable.”
Mengdie was shocked and asked in confusion: "Since the Nangong clan is so powerful, why do we have to cast this divine sword at Shenbing Villa? Aren't there other masters of forging weapons in the Northern Territory?"
Mengluo suddenly revealed a sadness expressed in French: "No more. Now besides my father, the master of casting, there are no other masters of casting in the Northern Territory."
"Why? How could this happen?" Mengdie looked pale.
"As early as a hundred years ago, the masters of the forging began to be robbed. After that, the masters of the forging in the northern region either disappeared for some reason, or encountered disaster, and their entire family was wiped out."
Meng Luo held the jade silk in her hand and said with a desolate expression: "Three years ago, after the last master forger in my northern region disappeared, my father knew that they would find him sooner or later. But he didn't.
I thought that it was the Nangong clan who came to find my father, they are too powerful."
Suddenly hearing such shocking news from Meng Luo's mouth, the simple and kind-hearted Meng Luo couldn't help but cover her mouth to prevent herself from talking nonsense.