This is a martial world, called the Martial Spirit Continent.
The martial arts here can be traced back to ancient times and have been integrated into the soul of the mainland.
Respect martial arts and respect the strong.
Regardless of men, women, old or young, as long as they are born in this world, they are destined to have an indissoluble bond with martial arts throughout their lives.
In such a world, there are many martial arts masters, and there are also a lot of losers! Masters are always admirable existences, but losers are a shame to this world. They can only do what civilians should do.
Farming, farming and weaving. Although they are also an important part of the country, they are a type of low-class people who are looked down upon!
In this world where martial arts is rampant, if someone asks, where is the pinnacle of martial arts? Even the common people who farm the land know this sentence: The only skill in the world is Mo Xie.
Mo Xie is the first person in the martial arts empire and the general who governs the country. At least this is recognized throughout the country!
In this country, people are not in awe of this legendary existence, but mostly full of sighs and regrets.
Moye had five sons in total, three of whom died in battle, one whose lower limbs were disabled for life in a battle, and a younger son...
Mentioning this son, the whole country may shake their heads and sigh: the father is the Imperial Sword God, but the son is...
Mo Wuxie is Mo Xie's youngest son. The reason why he is called Mo Wuxie is because of Mo Xie's deep love. It is not only because of his love for him, but also because three of his sons died in the battlefield, and one son was also disabled in the battlefield.
, instead of hoping that the Mo family will be extinct, he hopes that this youngest son can be neutral and elegant, it is best not to practice martial arts, so that he can live a life without worries about food and clothing.
What made Mo Xie happy but also decadent was that his youngest son was born with blocked meridians and was a standard martial arts waste. Unable to practice martial arts, he decided to let his youngest son inherit the title of Duke, so that glory and wealth would accompany him throughout his life.
Originally this was a good thing, but what Mo Wuxie did made Mo Xie very nervous.
Mo Wuxie's reputation seems to be no less than that of his father, but he has a bad reputation.
He was a playboy, an expert in everything from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, and his scandals spread far and wide. This is how the public rated Mo Wuxie.
Moye had nothing to do about his son's incompetence, because his mother died when he gave birth to him, and he had no one to discipline him all year round. By the time he wanted to discipline him, it was too late. He couldn't bear to blame this little son, and he couldn't bear to blame him.
He didn't want anyone to bully him, so sometimes he acted as a protector, which made Mo Wuxie even more lawless.
In Mo Xie's words: "I have no choice but to say this is the last seedling of my family!"
The day's plan begins in the morning.
Mo Xie, who had gray hair and a serious face, was reading the Art of War in the study room of the Duke's Palace, but unexpectedly a panicked voice came from afar. He frowned and asked, "Qinghe, why are you so flustered?"
Although his voice was not loud, it spread throughout the Duke's Palace. A little girl outside was startled, but she still ran to the master's study as hard as she could.
"Master, something serious has happened. Master, he, he, he..."
Moye suddenly stood up and asked, "What's going on?"
Qinghe stuttered when he spoke in a panic, but he still said: "Young master, no, I'm out of breath!"
"What?"
Moye disappeared into the study room and was in another room the next moment.
His speed was too fast, and because the door was not closed, the room was swaying on both sides due to his strong wind.
An eighteen or nineteen-year-old man was lying on the bed in the bedroom. He seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but Moye felt his mind go blank.
What kind of cultivation is he? Even if a mosquito flies by in the garden, he can accurately identify where it is, whether it is a male or a female. At this time, what scares him is that the big boy on the bed makes no sound
, breathing stopped, and heartbeat stopped!
Suddenly, Moye's old tears flowed down silently. He took a step back and fell onto a round stool next to the round table.
"My son, are you just leaving like this?" Mo Xie staggered up again and put his hand on Mo Wuxie's pulse.
His hands were cold and his pulse had stopped, indicating that he had been dead for several hours!
Just when Moye's desperate choking sounds spread throughout the room, a miracle happened.
Mo Wuxie, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly moved his fingers, then his head also moved, and then he opened his eyes.
As a dandy, his eyes should have been cloudy, but something strange happened at this time.
Mo Wuxie's eyes were as clear as stars, reflecting the gauze curtain.
He did not get up, but kept looking at the environment here. This was a luxurious retro room, with a super large bed that could accommodate eight or nine people sleeping together. Of course, he also saw Moye, but in his eyes
There is only confusion.
"Where is this?" Mo Wuxie asked.
His voice was very weak, but to others' ears it was like the sound of nature, full of infinite hope. Mo Xie instinctively looked at Mo Wuxie on the bed, trembling with excitement.
"Haha, I just said, how could my old Mo family have no descendants? Haha!" Mo Xie laughed excitedly.
Mo Xie stepped forward and was about to put his arm on Mo Wuxie, but Mo Wuxie suddenly grabbed his wrist and shouted, "Who are you?"
Mo Xie was not angry, on the contrary, he was very happy. His wrist just shook, and Mo Wuxie's hand that held his wrist was bounced away. He smiled and said, "You kid, you won't lose your memory, right? You don't even recognize me?"
Mo Wuxie suddenly made a sound and rolled down from the bed holding his head. This time, Mo Xie was frightened and shouted: "Qinghe, hurry up and call the doctor, hurry up!"
The doctor came and diagnosed Mo Wuxie, but he said very funny: "Sir, Master Ling can't be better, so I'll take my leave!"
Since the doctor said so, Mo Xie believed it. He thought it was Mo Wuxie's nonsense this time, ordered Qing He to make porridge for him to replenish his health, and then left.
Mo Wuxie sat on the bed with his legs folded and murmured: "Fuck me, I can't travel through time, can I? Which dynasty is this?"
"Master, what are you talking about?" Qing He placed a bowl of porridge on the stool beside the bed and quickly backed away, as if he was afraid that Mo Wuxie would pounce on him.
Mo Wuxie looked at Qinghe and thought it was funny and said, "Are you afraid of me?"
Qinghe nodded, lowered his head but said nothing.
Mo Wuxie asked: "Which dynasty is this?"
Qinghe said in surprise: "Master, you won't pretend to be dead and your head will be confused, right? This is the martial arts empire of Wuhun Continent, and the room you are in is the room in the master's Duke's Palace."
Mo Wuxie searched his mind for a while and found fragments of memories. Qinghe didn't lie. He muttered in a low voice: "I made a mistake. I traveled too far this time. I don't care, as long as I don't die, that's fine."
At worst, we’ll have to start over again!”
He got out of bed and walked towards the round table, while Qinghe rushed to the door, stood at the door frame, and said warily: "Master, what are you mumbling about? I don't care if you are pretending to be crazy or really crazy.
If you attack me again, I will file a complaint with you!"
Mo Wuxie was stunned and already knew that the so-called young master before was definitely a bad guy who was extremely evil.
"Okay, Miss Qinghe, please go out first. I will call you if anything happens!"
Qinghe was obviously taken aback, with a look of disbelief on his face, and said, "Master, are you really not out of your mind? You are so polite now!"
Mo Wuxie smiled and said, "If you don't leave, I will show you how powerful I was before!"
Qinghe shrank his neck and disappeared at the door.
Mo Wuxie stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and said with a smile: "I am the one with eyes like bright stars, eyebrows like spring mountains, cool and handsome, and an evil vibe? Very good, more handsome than before."
There are more, at least now there will be beautiful women turning heads when walking on the street!"
He shook his head, his neck creaked, and said: "I didn't expect that this guy gave me a body when he was about to die, and he also retained his previous memories. Let's see, what kind of world is this!"
After a while, he gave a rogue smile and said: "A miracle, a miracle, this guy's name is the same as mine, also called Mo Wuxie, haha, what a fate. Hey, he was so bad before, very good, I can't be any better
Where to go, it tastes good. However, this body is really bad, not to mention the blocked meridians, and the sea of qi can hardly be found. It will take a lot of effort to start over!"
Hey! Isn’t this thing also there?
A foreign object shape suddenly appeared in Mo Wuxie's mind, and a startled sound came from his mouth. If his head were transparent, you could see that there was a coffin staying in his mind. The coffin seemed to
It is transparent, but exudes a faint blue halo from the inside to the outside, full of mystery.
Mo Wuxie was excited and walked back and forth in the room excitedly, keeping mumbling: I got a cross, it seems that my death was worth it, and the tomb of the god also came with him!
After a long time, he calmed down and his mind fell into flash memories...
An exotic treasure was born in Kunlun Mountain, attracting masters from all over the world, and Mo Wuxie was one of them. But they underestimated the attraction of the exotic treasure, and everyone started killing each other as soon as they met. A missile came from
It flew over with a long tail from a distance, but they didn't know it.
Mo Wuxie had scars all over his body, but he was holding a huge transparent coffin in his arms. This was the rare treasure that they all called the Tomb of Gods.
As the missiles flew in, everyone stopped fighting and looked over. They already felt that the god of death was so close.
Mo Wuxie shed a lot of blood but didn't know it. What he didn't even notice was that all the blood was swallowed up by the coffin.
boom--
A mushroom cloud rose from Kunlun Mountain, and an earth-shaking loud noise rumbled across all directions, and Mo Wuxie's consciousness disappeared in an instant.
When Mo Wuxie regained consciousness again, it was what he saw just now!
This clip flashed through his mind like a movie, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"I'll take it as it comes. This is another opportunity God has given me!"
He regained his strength again, but frowned, his body was really in bad shape.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a coolness in his head, and his consciousness returned to his mind with this coolness. The vastness in his mind seemed to be the sea and the sky. Above the sea, a coffin stood quietly.
It was suspended there quietly, emitting a faint blue brilliance. He actually sat on the coffin, looking at the world, feeling the brilliance emanating from the coffin, and gradually revealed a look of surprise.
"This, this is spiritual energy!"
Suddenly, the coffin shone brightly, and after his consciousness blurred for a while, he could no longer see the coffin. What was in front of him was the real world!
After a long time, he suddenly laughed, punched the table, and said boldly and boldly: "The emperor has paid off. With such a powerful spiritual energy, and with me as a former martial arts master, it is not difficult to break away from this broken body!"