When Moye heard that vicissitudes of voice, his body became fierce, and his whole body seemed extremely excited.
Mo Wuxie showed a rogue look. Following this voice, the swords he controlled suddenly lost contact. The feeling that his opponent had just lost contact with the swords appeared in his heart again. He knew clearly that this time
A person's cultivation level is too strong, Wuji swordsmanship cannot compare with him.
Moye left first, and the others immediately followed, flying past everyone towards an obvious courtyard.
This courtyard has long attracted Mo Wuxie's attention because it is so eye-catching. Among such buildings, this courtyard is the only one surrounded by tall walls like a palace. The surrounding buildings are all fifty meters away from this building.
When they landed in front of the gate, the gate opened automatically and they walked in calmly.
Opposite is the only palace, which symbolizes the highest power center of the Mo family in ancient times, Jiuyuan Palace.
Mo Wuxie glanced at the plaque of Jiuyuan Palace, revealing an inexplicable light. Most people didn't recognize this character, but he recognized it. It was an ancient character.
This plaque alone explains a lot. The Mo family is really a truly ancient family. Otherwise, modern people would not know this word at all.
He knew very little about his family, so he couldn't help but think of various speculations at this time.
The door below Jiuyuan Palace has never been closed. The furnishings inside are extremely simple. A long table is lined with seats. Opposite the door is a stone background wall with the word "Mo" outlined in vigorous fonts.
This word gives people the feeling of being sharp, domineering, vigorous and powerful.
At this moment, an old man suddenly appeared at the door.
The old man has short, gray hair, with silvery hair hanging down from his temples. His hands are behind his back, and his cloudy eyes are constantly fluctuating, as if they are mist, or they seem to be something else.
Suddenly, another woman appeared. The woman and the old man stood side by side. Compared with the old man, the old man was very old, but the woman was only about forty years old. She was wearing a gorgeous purple skirt, full of the aura of a noble lady.
The woman looked at Mo Xie blankly, tears suddenly burst into her eyes, and she looked extremely excited and said: "My son, he is really my son, old man, our son is back!"
Moye's lips trembled, and he walked slowly in front of the old woman, his knees softened and he knelt down, and said in a trembling voice: "Father, mother!"
The woman's hands were trembling slightly. She lifted Moye up and looked around. Finally, she touched his pale hair and wrinkled face and said, "My son, he is really my son!"
The woman hugged Moye and cried bitterly, unable to calm down for a long time.
In comparison, the old man was much calmer, but his breath was very unstable, and his eyes kept looking at Mo Xie. It was obvious that he was restraining himself.
After a long, long time, the woman let go of Mo Xie, wiped away Mo Xie's tears, and said, "Son, why do you look so old? You have already caught up with your father!"
Mo Xie's paleness is naturally due to Xiao Yuting, otherwise, based on his cultivation, he would look like he is in his forties at most.
Moye choked up and said, "Mom, my son will always be by your side from now on and will never leave again!"
"Never leave again? Do you have the nerve to come back now? Do you know you are wrong?" The old man's voice suddenly became cold and he scolded.
Moye looked at the old man and said: "Dad, I don't think I have missed anything. If time goes back, I will insist on being with Yu Ting. If Yu Ting dies, my life will be meaningless. Please help me, dad!"
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Xiao Yuting stepped forward, knelt side by side with Mo Xie, and said, "Father, mother, please do it!"
The old man looked at Xiao Yuting, then at Mo Xie, then at Mo Wuxie and Mo Yan in the distance, his eyes constantly changing.
The woman said: "Yu Ting, get up quickly. Your father is trying to scare you. In fact, he has been talking about you for so many nights. He just can't bear to look for you. Now that he's back, don't leave!"
The old man snorted coldly, looked away, and said, "Who said I would miss this unfilial son?"
Hearing what the woman said, Mo Xie and Xiao Yuting looked excited. Mo Xie said: "Dad, don't be angry. Although I can't get married with Jiange, I can be innocent! You don't know yet, the master of Jiange
I have already agreed to their marriage!"
The old man glanced at Mo Wuxie and Mo Yan, and asked doubtfully: "Who is Mo Wuxie?"
Mo Xie glanced at Mo Wuxie and shouted: "You two bastards, why don't you come here and pay homage to your grandparents?"
Mo Wuxie and Mo Yan trotted over. Mo Xie pulled them both and said, "This is your grandma Ning Jing, and this is your grandpa Mo Huaigu."
"Grandson Mo Wuxie pays homage to grandparents!" "Grandson Mo Yan pays homage to grandparents!" the two brothers said in unison.
Mo Huaigu looked at Mo Wuxie, looking left and right. The more he looked, the more frightened he became. The more he looked, the more fond he became. He asked, "What is your current level of cultivation? Why do I feel so unfathomable?"
Mo Wuxie replied: "Grandpa, I am now the Martial Arts Master!"
Mo Huaigu nodded with a smile and said: "Good boy, you gave me a show of strength as soon as you came here today. Your Wuji swordsmanship is very interesting, and you are not far from the realm of swords!"
Mo Wuxie said modestly: "This is all due to dad's teachings!"
The more Mo Huaigu looked at Mo Wuxie, the more he liked him. In the end, he stopped keeping a serious expression and took Mo Wuxie's hand amiably, saying: "Your dad? Your dad is just a waste. How can I compare with you? You
Tell Grandpa that you are in love with the daughter of that guy from Jiange Langfantian?"
Finally, Mo Huaigu also made a funny gesture, putting his two fists together and clasping his thumbs together.
Based on his status, Xuanyuan Tongtian was indeed a generation lower than them in front of them, and Xuanyuan Tongtian's sister was the former fiancée of Mo Xie.
Mo Wuxie nodded. Mo Huaigu laughed loudly and said, "Mo Xie, let Wu Xie make up for your kid's fault. I will not pursue you for escaping from the marriage and officially return to the family!"
Hearing this, Mo Xie was overjoyed and hugged Xiao Yuting tightly. This sentence also meant that they recognized their relationship.
"Thank you, parents, for your support!" Mo Xie and Xiao Yuting kowtowed at the same time.
Mo Huaigu said impatiently: "Yes, yes, don't get excited. I said that if you return to the clan, it doesn't count. You need to get the consent of the elders in the clan!"
Mo Xie said happily: "The ancestors didn't just listen to you, it's just a matter of your words!"
Mo Huaigu kicked out, and Mo Xie rolled and flew out, saying: "You have been a ghost since you were a child. This kick is even if you did not fulfill your filial piety for your mother!"
Mo Xie came back with a smile and said, "Dad, if that's the case, you can kick me a few more times!"
Jing Jing looked at Xiao Yu Ting with unspeakable affection and said, "Dad, look at how beautiful Yu Ting is. If I were young and became a man, I might be fascinated by her!"
Xiao Yuting wiped away her tears and said, "Mom, you are making fun of me!"
Mo Huaigu nodded, looked at Qu Yuan who was at the door, showed a puzzled look, and said: "It seems, it really seems, you are the daughter of that old guy Qu Tianyuan, right?"
Qu Yuan kept looking at them, feeling uneasy in her heart. This scene made him feel so warm. She stepped forward and saluted: "Qu Tianyuan is my father. I am my junior Qu Yuan. Uncle, please just call me Yuanyuan."
,Do you also know my father?"
Mo Huaigu said with a smile: "It's not that we know each other, but that we are very familiar with each other. Your father, that old boy, has been fighting with me for more than a hundred years. He always wants to get one step ahead of me, but he has not yet achieved it. Think about every time he
It feels so good to be beaten all over the floor by me!"