Chapter 88 The competition period is over, return to Qingcheng
Although Ye Chenxue, the Holy Body of the Moon Spirit, was overtaken by the Nameless Sword on the Sword Trial Monument, he received the inheritance of the Yue Que Sword Ancestor in the Sword Tomb and was given more attention by the Sword Tower.
With the inheritance from the Sword Ancestor, no one would doubt her talent.
On the day Ye Chenxue came out of seclusion, all the disciples on the thirty-sixth floor were discussing.
Many people felt that this woman with an unparalleled spiritual body might be even more powerful than Ning Chen, the number one monster, after returning from her ancestral land.
"Ye Chenxue!" Mo Que looked up at Ye Yue in front of the medicine house, his eyes were cold, and he said to himself: "The time has finally come for the grudge between you and me to be settled!"
That night, Yao Lao stayed up late at night. The usually cold old man brought a bottle of wine, found Mo Que, and said coldly: "Have a drink with me!"
Mo Que had been in the medicine house for several months and had never seen Yao Lao drinking. He felt that Yao Lao was a little unusual today, but he didn't ask any more questions. He sat down and drank with the old man in the hospital.
"Eight thousand years ago, a generation of martial saint Ye Yunting fought against nine demon emperors alone in Hanzhou and took control of the human race. During his lifetime, all the demons trembled!"
"Three thousand years ago, there was a martial arts warrior whose body was indestructible and could kill the emperor even with a drop of blood. He challenged the world's strongest warriors all the way and walked a hundred thousand miles without ever being defeated!"
"Nine hundred years ago, there was a martial arts expert in Cangzhou who stepped into the realm of the Martial Emperor and cut off the 800-mile-long ancient Tongming River with one finger."
While Yao Lao was drinking, he softly recounted the glorious figures in martial arts as if talking to himself.
The more he talked, the faster he drank, and before he knew it, he was already a bit drunk.
"The Way of Martial Arts was glorious for a time, and produced countless outstanding figures. Some of them have made great contributions to the human race, and some have risen in the prosperous times and shocked the whole world!"
"However, today, not many people in the world remember these martial arts ancestors. Martial arts has been passed down to my generation, and it is almost non-existent in the world. Apart from me, I am afraid it will be difficult to find another person in this martial arts!
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Yao Lao drank pot after pot, his eyes were blurry from drunkenness, and he stared at Mo Que with a pair of red eyes, saying: "The road to martial arts is over, I thought that I would be the last generation to train and shape your body, but I hid my selfish motives.
, I want to continue the path forward for martial arts!"
It was the first time that Mo Que saw the cold-hearted Yao Lao showing so many emotions.
The martial arts that had been so glorious in the past had been passed down to Yao Lao's generation, but the road ahead was cut off. He could deeply feel the sadness and despair in Yao Lao's heart.
The old man's hope of continuing the path of martial arts was placed on him, so he dared to stand in front of the nineteen posters and worked so hard to help him enter this path.
"Mo Que, I don't want the martial arts to end in my hands, but I have never planned to accept you as my disciple. I only hope that you can continue the path forward for the martial arts. My wish is enough!" Yao Lao said at the end.
, gradually lost consciousness, and fell to the ground drunk.
Mo Que saw that this normally cold old man had two traces of tears in the corners of his eyes after he was drunk.
In the Hundred Beast Mountain Range, this old man did not hesitate to melt his own blood into the medicine bottle to save his life.
After the experience, the old man did not hesitate to make an enemy of the owner of the thirty-sixth floor for him.
Mo Que entered the ruins, and he found the Taoist Spirit of the Sun for Mo Que, but he was seriously injured as a result, but he didn't want Mo Que to know and still acted extremely cold.
Everything he did was because he regarded Mo Que as the last hope for martial arts to continue, and did not want martial arts to end in his hands.
"Yao Lao, don't worry, I will definitely continue my path for martial arts!" Mo Que whispered to the sleeping old man, then raised his head and poured a pot of wine into his mouth.
The strong liquor enters the throat and is as hot as fire.
On the second day, the time for the stars to compete for the rankings officially arrived.
On this day, the Jianlou disciples left one after another and went down the mountain to participate in the competition for the five undecided places on the Star List.
On Wanjian Mountain, Yao Lao General Mo Que was sent here and warned: "In this competition for the rankings, if you encounter Dao Palace disciples or young people with the surname Xuanyuan, avoid them if you can!"
Mo Que recalled what Lou Yuchen said on the Lunjian Peak and asked, "Yao Lao, do our martial arts lineage have any grudges against the Taoist palace?"
Yao Lao shook his head and said nothing. After being drunk last night, the old man returned to his cold appearance.
"Whoosh!"
At this time, a familiar figure to Mo Que walked down the mountain. He did not forget to look back and cast an indifferent look at Mo Que.
Ning Chen, the number one evildoer in Jianlou, has also come down the mountain!
"Remember, pay attention to Dao Palace disciples and people named Xuanyuan." Yao Lao said again, with a very solemn expression.
"Yes!" Don't bow your head.
But Yao Lao himself also knew that with Mo Que's bold and never retreating temperament, he might not be willing to retreat if he really met these people.
Without further persuasion, he turned around coldly and left directly.
Mo Que immediately went down the mountain, followed the indifferent figure in front of him, and shouted: "Ning Chen, who gave you the note you sent me before?"
Ning Chen turned around, with the same indifferent attitude as he didn't bother to explain to the ants, he stepped on the flying leaves and left from high altitude.
He left from the sky, and Mo Que had no choice but to fight him on the spot.
"Returning to Qingye City, we can know the whereabouts of Ye Qingyao!"
The content on the note related to Mo Que's mother, which made him never feel at ease.
Moreover, Qingye City is where the Ye family and the Yun family are located. If he goes back, neither the Yun family nor the Ye family will let him go.
"The rules for this competition are special. I wonder if Ye Chenxue also went down the mountain and which city in Qingzhou he went to?"
Mo Que recalled the rules of the competition and wondered whether he should return to Qingye City according to what the note said.
This time, the competition for the Star Ranking is for the five spots that have not been assigned yet.
The Immortal Alliance that established the Star List set the rules and set the five giant cities in Qingzhou as places to compete for the list.
Qingzhou's geniuses gathered in the five cities and competed with geniuses from all over the world. In the end, one person from each of the five cities would be named on the Star List.
Aoba Castle is one of the Five Cities.
"Forget it, since you want me to return to Qingye City, then I will go back. Presumably, if Ye Chenxue goes down the mountain to compete for the rankings, he will definitely return to Qingye City where the Ye family is!"
Mo Que didn't hesitate for too long and used the Star Step to head to Qingye City.
Things have changed. At first, he was chased by the Yunye family, forced out of Qingye City, and fled all the way to Jianlou. Now, only a few months later, he took the same path again, but took the initiative to return.
While Mo Que was on the road, he was far away in the Ye family in Qingye City.
Ye Rufeng, the head of the Ye family who originally ordered Mo Quezhang to be killed, is now sitting alone in the study.
He looked solemn and held something tightly in his hand, but it was a jade talisman for communication.
He has been waiting for this symbol to light up for a long time.
"Whoosh!"
Finally, the jade talisman trembled slightly and lit up.
Ye Rufeng immediately injected vitality into the talisman and obtained the message sent to the talisman: "Moque has descended from Wanjian Mountain and is on his way back to Qingye City!"
Ye Rufeng put away the jade talisman, and his deep eyes were filled with coldness.