Mo Kebei sneered: "What I said is that Mo Xiaochuan committed the crime of trespassing into the forbidden area. If you abolish your cultivation and expel your Wanfeng clan from the Wanfeng clan, are you ready?"
Mo Wanfeng was finally moved, with a deep sadness on his face, and said miserably: "If it weren't for Brother Douchen, Wanfeng would have died outside. After living for so many years, now he can return this life to his son, so he will be content." He knelt down to the upper seat and said aloud: "I hope that the ancestors and the six Supreme Elders can make it possible for Brother Douchen to contribute greatly to the family and the silent contributions of Wanfeng over the years."
He kowtowed suddenly without using any vitality. With a "bang", the Qinggang rock in front of the hall immediately shattered, and blood scattered everywhere, and a sad feeling spread in the hall.
Everyone was moved and showed a compassionate look.
The six Supreme Elders also frowned, showing a thoughtful look. Only the ancestors on the throne in the middle still had their eyes slightly closed, and the phantom kept shaking in the light.
A sharp light ejaculated from Mo Kebei's pupil and shouted: "Mo Wanfeng, the clan rule in the punishment hall is the greatest. As the elder of the clan, you actually touch the law with your body. If you want to disturb the execution of the punishment, it is a foul and you should be severely punished." He pointed to Mo Xiaochuan on the ground and shouted coldly: "If he forgives again and again because he is Mo Douchen's son, then why do you use this clan rule to keep his father's contribution to the family. I will not deny that, but he has forgiven him twice and has already offset Yu Jing."
He shouted loudly and immediately dispelled the sadness in the hall, turning it into a sharp and solemn aura.
Everyone nodded silently and agreed with Mo Kebei's words. If you want to convince others, you must severely punish Mo Xiaochuan for not lending.
Mo Wanfeng suddenly raised his head, his face covered with blood, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Kebei, don't think I don't know that your abacus was not the contribution of Brother Dou Chen, but the cultivation of me, Mo Wanfeng." He suddenly became lucky and the golden Nine Heavens Emperor's aura shot out suddenly, and he was about to slap the Dantian.
Mo Wanfeng wanted to take action first, destroy his martial emperor's cultivation level, win the sympathy of several Supreme Elders and everyone, and let Mo Xiaochuan go.
Everyone was shocked. Unexpectedly, Mo Wanfeng was so strong that he would give up his lifelong cultivation and had no attachment at all. It can be seen that his intention to protect Mo Xiaochuan was at its peak.
"Uncle Wanfeng, don't"
Mo Xiaochuan, who was lying on the ground, burst out from somewhere, screamed miserably. Tears mixed with the blood flowed into his mouth, unable to tell whether it was bitter, astringent, or fishy. His body, which had been injured and unable to move, actually forced himself up, and his five fingers were embedded in the bluestone ground like hooks, grabbing finger marks.
The six Supreme Elders sitting in the top were all shocked. No one expected that Mo Wanfeng would be as frank as Yu Qian, and it was too late to take action.
At this moment, the ancestor on the throne suddenly opened his eyes, and his illusory body seemed to become more prosperous. A strange force appeared on him, looking directly at Mo Wanfeng's palm print. The golden emperor energy that was about to slap on his dantian suddenly overflowed from his palm and dissipated like blue smoke.
"Bang"
Only after hearing a shallow sound, Mo Wanfeng's palm fell down and slapped on the dantian, immediately shaking out a large mouthful of blood. However, the imperial energy had dissipated and did not smash the dantian, but was seriously injured.
"Ancestor"
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly looked at the throne and got the illusory figure.
A hint of disappointment flashed through Mo Kebei's eyes, but the ancestors took action, and even the six Supreme Elders dared not disobey and waited for the decree.
The ancestor's eyes fell on Mo Xiaochuan. After a move just now, his figure seemed to become fainter, and his voice seemed to come from the endless darkness, saying lightly: "Is this Dou Chen's son?"
"Yes, Master Zu. He is Mo Xiaochuan, the only biological son of Brother Douchen."
Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body and knelt on the ground and said first: "After Brother Douchen's death, Xiaochuan has always been raised by me. Wanfeng is not disciplined effectively and is willing to bear the punishment with all his strength."
The ancestor's voice was still faint and quiet, saying, "Dou Chen has a magical body and an amazing talent. He is the most hopeful person in the Mo family to attack the ultimate martial arts in thousands of years. Unexpectedly, he died too early. I have a certain responsibility for this matter. But his son..." The ancestor raised his eyelids, looked at Mo Xiaochuan, and then sighed: "Tiger father, dog son, has a very mediocre talent. He only cultivated to the third-talent realm of martial arts at the age of eight, and he doesn't even have the qualification to enter the Mo Family Elite Pavilion. Wan Feng, you are really ignorant to give up your lifelong cultivation for such a dog son."
Mo Wanfeng said sadly and firmly: "Report to the ancestors, if Brother Douchen had not saved my life, Wanfeng would have died in that battle. Xiaochuan I have always regarded myself as my own offspring. My son is not the fault of his godfather. The responsibility lies with me, so I will naturally be punished for my son."
Mo Xiaochuan's ten fingers had been inserted into the earth, trembling with his thin and thin body, and cried, "Uncle Wanfeng, it's useless, it's not your business. Several Supreme Elders and the Ancestors, if you want to punish me, it has nothing to do with Uncle Wanfeng."
A supreme elder in the upper left corner suddenly said coldly: "Hmph, if Wan Feng had not protected you repeatedly, you would have violated the clan rules and was kicked out of the wall. It would have been embarrassing your father."
The sarcastic and vicious words were like sword lights, cutting the heart of an eight-year-old boy. Mo Xiaochuan gritted his teeth in pain and couldn't even moan.
The ancestor sighed and said, "This is the last time. After this time, if there is another foul, you will deal with it according to the law. There is no need to disturb us anymore."
"Abide by the law"
Everyone stood up and bowed, and the shadow of the ancestor closed his eyes again and gradually disappeared on the throne.
Mo Wanfeng forced his injured body and stepped forward to help Mo Xiaochuan up. Another child ran out of Mo Wanfeng, looked at the blood on Mo Xiaochuan's body in fear, and clenched his fists and said, "Brother Xiaochuan, I must become a master of great skills in the future. If you are beaten by others in the future, I can help you treat it."
Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head. Although the injury on his body was severe, it was not as painful as the knife in his heart.
"Huayuan, let's go."
Mo Wanfeng picked up Mo Xiaochuan and left outside the execution hall.
There were noisy discussions behind him, and the people from the Mo family left one after another. If Mo Xiaochuan had not had a special identity, he would not have summoned the entire sect to hold a meeting.
A silent look appeared on Mo Kebei's face. He looked at Mo Wanfeng's back as he left, and said nothing for a long time.
When everyone dispersed, only one Supreme Elder was left, who was the one who spoke before, and Mo Pingxi, the father of Mo Kebei. He looked at his son in contemplation and said doubtfully: "What are you still thinking?"
Mo Kebeidao: "Father, the ancestors are too spoiled by Mo Xiaochuan. They actually let him go for the third time. This is really hard to convince."
Mo Pingxi said: "This is the decision of the ancestors. Who dares not accept it? As the patriarch, you can just follow the law. As long as you are not in the power, no one will say that you are not."
Mo Ke sighed, "After that being said, what a good opportunity this time is. Mo Wanfeng almost abandoned his cultivation to make himself a living. Under that crisis, the ancestor can actually help him save him. What is the level of his cultivation?"
Mo Pingxi also looked fearful, and he paced back and forth in the empty hall, and finally said, "You don't guess the ancestor's cultivation level. Even if Mo Wanfeng's cultivation level is still there, it will not be any threat to you. Mo Xiaochuan's qualifications are mediocre and he has the courage of his father back then. They will never have a day to turn around in this lineage for hundreds of years. You can be the leader of you as a clan. But what I want to tell you is that power, wealth, is just a passing cloud, and only martial arts is the final end for us."
"Yes, the child follows his father's teachings"
Mo Kebei lowered his head modestly, and the two of them disappeared into the hall.
That night, inside the Mo family courtyard.
Mo Xiaochuan knelt on his knees on the iron edge, and hundreds of hooks on the iron edge were inserted into his tender knees, with blood all over the ground.
Mo Wanfeng looked at the bright moon and the sky with a cold expression, with an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.
Mo Huayuan looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs, his heart trembled. He grabbed Mo Wanfeng's legs and begged: "My father, Brother Xiaochuan has suffered such severe injuries, so don't punish him anymore."
Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away and shouted, "Get back and make trouble and kneel down with you."
Mo Huayuan cried and begged from afar, not daring to lean over.
Under the moonlight, Mo Xiaochuan's face turned in pain and was still strong. He squeezed out a smile and said, "Huayuan, nothing is wrong with you here. It's not the first time I'm kneeling. It's very comfortable to kneel, and it's also a kind of practice."
Mo Wanfeng shook his head when he heard this, raised his head and stared at the endless night, muttering to himself: "Today is the time of Grain Rain. If it is not wrong, that person should have come, why haven't he seen it yet?"
Mo Xiaochuan's eyebrows had already twisted into a painful mess and said in confusion: "Uncle Wanfeng, what did you say?"
Mo Wanfeng said: "When your father was still there, he agreed with someone that this year, during the Grain Rain, he would gather in the city of Black Iron under the bright moon and sky. Now the time has come, but why are there no people still there?"
Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand, pointed to a huge osmanthus tree in the courtyard, and said, "Is that person?"
Mo Wanfeng was shocked and suddenly looked up and saw a shadow flashing on the osmanthus tree, a white figure shuttled under the moonlight, and a hearty laugh followed the sound of the poem.
"Where is a ray of heroic soul? The harmony is not seen when old friends come. The morning breeze blows the willows and the waning moon, and that year the mist and snow fall into my dreams.
The figure in white stepped out of the air under the light of the moon like water. He was integrated with the surrounding environment, like the moon fairy in the dark night, descending slowly.
But there was a look of loneliness on his face and sighed: "I just learned that Mo Douchen was dead today. I didn't expect this trip to the Black Iron City to be in vain."