Volume Two, Edge of the Inner Court Chapter 262, Brothers and Sisters
One sword shattered the palace.
When the Zuimeng Palace exploded into ashes, the terrifying aftermath sent hundreds of people nearby flying away, especially those who were below Tianyuan in the middle stage. They all jumped out and lay on the ground.
The prince looked at the Zuimeng Palace that had become fragments in front of him, and felt a sudden realization in his heart. He said that he would not be heartbroken even if the Zuimeng Palace was destroyed, but at this moment, he felt inexplicably desolate.
Following the horrific explosion in Zuimeng Palace, Cangli Swordsman also died. Among the four Swordsmen, only Cang Ran, the last one who was still in a coma, was left alive.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, I'm so sorry. The country man did not know the importance of his actions. In order to win this life and death battle, he destroyed your Drunken Dream Palace. Your Highness the Crown Prince is kind and generous, so he shouldn't blame me." Mo.
Xuanzang sheathed his sword, his eyes were indifferent, and he spoke extremely plainly.
The prince looked indifferent as usual. He glanced at Mo Xuanzhang and then at Mo Jian, his eyes were calm.
"Oh, by the way, there should be one who is still alive. Originally, a life-and-death battle requires one side to not die and one side not to let go. But considering that there are only four swordsmen in your generation of Cangtian Sword Pavilion, three of them are dead.
I will leave this one to you... to carry on the family line, and you must thank me!" Mo Xuanzhang looked at Mo Jian coldly, with a faint smile in his mouth, he put away the Xuanji sword in his hand, and then left
He reached the unconscious Cang Ran, lifted him up with one hand, and threw him to Mo Jian's feet.
Mo Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a long moment, he suddenly sneered: "You really opened my eyes. Since it's a battle of life and death, it's better to die."
After that, he raised his right foot and stepped on Cang Ran's head, directly stepping his head into the ground. His skull was cracked and blood spattered on Mo Jian's trouser legs, but he didn't care at all and looked indifferent. In the end
A swordsman did not die in the hands of Mo Xuanzhang, but died in the hands of a contemporary swordsman.
Mo Jian's decisive and ruthless side completely refreshed everyone's understanding of Cangtian Jiange Jianzi.
"Your name is Mo Xuanzhang, right? It's very good. Being able to defeat the Four Swordsmen by yourself is enough to prove that you are qualified to die under my sword. If you also participate in the imperial discussion in a year and a half, I will be there in the sky
I will kill you with my own hands on Yantai!"
"He is worthy of being one of the genius leaders of the Yantian Empire. He can even speak harshly, so I'll wait and see." Mo Xuanzhang raised the corners of his mouth and said with a low smile.
Mo Jian did not look at him again. He was invited to attend the banquet today and ended up losing the Four Swordsmen. This was a humiliating blow to Cangtian Jiange. Naturally, he, a Yuan Luo, could not lower his body to deal with these Tianyuan.
, otherwise hundreds of people here would see it with their own eyes, and he would be completely embarrassed.
"Your Highness, farewell." Mo Jian said a word indifferently and left directly. When he came, there were five people, and when he left, he was the only one.
The prince has lost all face today. Not only has his goal of suppressing Ling Changfeng been failed, the Xiao family has been completely destroyed except for Xiao Zheshan. Cangtian Sword Pavilion has also lost four sword attendants, but he can't do anything. In this way, or
More or less, it will reduce the support of Cangtian Jiange and the Xiao family for him.
"Seventh brother, you friends are very good. The Zuimeng Palace has been destroyed, and this banquet cannot continue. Please go back." After the prince finished speaking, he left here with his guards without looking back.
After the prince left, the rest of the people gradually left, and the rightful owner had left. Why were they still here, waiting to curry favor with the seventh prince? The prince only suffered a loss, not died.
Ling Changfeng took a long breath, it was finally over.
Yan Ting walked up to Mo Xuanzhang, punched him, and said with a smile: "I thought you were really going to be defeated by them."
Mo Xuanzhang smiled lightly and said: "It was true that I underestimated the enemy at the beginning and suffered some losses. These Four Swordsmen are indeed very strong and their cooperation was perfect. I couldn't break them in a short time, but then I discovered a flaw in them.
, after the sword formation was set up, there seemed to be a flaw in their cooperation. Everyone was eager to stand out and ignored the other three, fighting on their own. Maybe it was the sword formation that gave them confidence, so I had the opportunity to take the lead.
One person was seriously injured."
"If, like at the beginning, the four of them work together and fight me with extremely fast sword movements and sword moves, I may still be delayed for a long time."
Yan Ting said: "It turns out that their cooperation is not that strict."
"In the final analysis, they are just loyal puppets. So what can the walking dead do? If these Four Swordsmen really practiced sword formation together since childhood,
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With your own thoughts, this Four Symbols Formation will be even more powerful." Mo Xuanzhang said calmly.
"Hmph, I was afraid that I couldn't control these people, so I used Gu insects to lock their minds. The so-called Cangtian sword pavilion is like this." Yan Ting sneered.
"A mere puppet, talking about swordsmanship, a bunch of rubbish!" Mo Xuanzhang said angrily.
Ling Changfeng came over, grabbed Mo Xuanzhang and checked his whole body: "Fortunately, it's just a minor injury, nothing serious. If something happens to you, I don't know how to explain it to the college."
"What do you want to tell me? It's your own business if you are not as good as others and you die. Zhulu Academy won't care about so much shit. Don't worry, I won't fight if you're not sure. It's not like some idiots who insist on holding on even if they can't win.
Be a hero." Mo Xuanzhang glanced at Yan Ting, but immediately turned around.
Yan Ting snorted twice and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Ye Sixuan folded his hands on his chest and looked at these people, thinking about something in his mind.
"Are you also from Zhulu Inner Courtyard?" Suddenly, Ye Sixuan asked.
Mo Xuanzhang looked at him, nodded, and asked, "Are you from the Ye family?"
"Yes, your name is Mo Xuanzhang?"
"Your name is Ye Sixuan?"
Yan Ting was embarrassed when he heard such a question. He quickly interrupted the two of them: "I said that if you two want to get to know each other, just say it openly. Why is the atmosphere so weird?"
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
The two people spoke at the same time, which scared Yan Ting. Buyunya quickly pulled him aside and whispered: "Stop talking, senior brother, I heard that when two men want to be together, it's called true love.
But it is more important than the love between a man and a woman until death. If you dare to interfere in it, it is very dangerous!"
Yan Ting nodded, seeming to agree with Buyunya's words, but the next moment he suddenly reacted, slapped Buyunya on the back of the head, and cursed: "What do you mean I want to get in, can you speak, can't you?"
Just shut up when you talk."
Buyunya walked aside aggrievedly and stood with Ling Changfeng, to which Ling Changfeng just smiled helplessly.
"Ye Sixuan, can you go over there with me and have a chat?" Mo Xuanzhang asked.
Ye Sixuan's expression was obviously stagnant, then he nodded, and walked to a hidden place with Mo Xuanzhang. Yan Ting wanted to follow and eavesdrop, but was held back by Buyunya.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Yan Ting said impatiently.
"I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death. It's not like you don't know Ye Sixuan's temper. Now he can laugh and joke with you, but the next moment he can draw his sword and kill you. You still haven't remembered the loss you suffered last time?"
"It's not that serious. He and I are half friends after all, otherwise he wouldn't have stopped Xiao Zheshan for me. Let's sneak past and be silent!" Yan Ting patted Buyunya on the shoulder, and then "
He touched it with determination.
"We can't stop it!" Buyunya raised his head and sighed, following in Yan Ting's footsteps and sneaking over.
Ling Changfeng showed a wry smile and followed him.
The moon was exceptionally bright under the night sky. It was already late at night, but a huge battle had just occurred, and no one was asleep in the Prince's Mansion.
Two figures flew out from the Prince's Mansion. Fifty breaths later, three figures followed. However, except for Yan Ting, the other two figures could not catch up with them. Yan Ting was caught in a dilemma.
So he had to think of a compromise. He went to eavesdrop and came back to tell the two of them.
"Is it immoral to eavesdrop?" Ling Changfeng asked.
"But I'm very curious and can't help it." Yan Ting left these words when he left.
Thinking that if Yan Ting didn't listen, no one else would ever know what Mo Xuanzhang and Ye Sixuan said, Buyunya immediately nodded fiercely.
Although eavesdropping is unethical, two people who have never interacted with each other actually want to hide and talk. Who wouldn't be curious?
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Mo Xuanzhang and Ye Sixuan came to a pavilion, which was located in the center of the lake. As long as there was someone here, they could immediately notice it.
"How...how old are you this year?" Mo Xuanzhang's voice was obviously trembling, and it could be heard that he was a little nervous now.
Ye Sixuan was startled for a moment and said directly: "Seventeen, two months later, that is, the seventh day of November.
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It’s my eighteenth birthday.”
"The seventh day of November...the seventh day of November...then when were you born on the seventh day of November?" Mo Xuanzang repeated the date twice before asking the next question.
"Two quarters after midnight." Ye Sixuan replied.
Mo Xuanzhang paced back and forth, his breathing quickening involuntarily.
"Seventeen years old, the seventh day of the eleventh month, the second quarter of the twelfth lunar month..." Mo Xuanzhang murmured softly. At this moment, his mind was completely in a mess and he couldn't sort out his thoughts. He could only keep repeating these three words.
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"Mo Xuanzang, you called me here just to ask about my birth date?" Ye Sixuan frowned slightly as she looked at Mo Xuanzang's crazy look.
"No, no, no... I still have some things to find out. Is your mother... called Ye Yuehe, the moon of the moon, the lotus of the lotus?" Mo Xuanzhang's face looked very nervous, and his pupils reflected
His eyes were extremely eager for the truth. Under the extreme tension and excitement, even his speaking voice became so jerky, difficult and intermittent.
Mo Xuanzhang's longing eyes and his crazy look made Ye Sixuan suddenly have the idea that he couldn't bear to be deceived. He nodded extremely stiffly and said the word that Mo Xuanzhang wanted to hear most in his life: "Yes.
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"Yes, yes, the time is right and the identity is right. Did you lose your father when you were born?"
Ye Sixuan's eyes suddenly turned cold. He had once fantasized about the person in front of him, but these words undoubtedly aroused the anger in his heart. The dignified Young Master Ye was actually pointed out by a Tianyuan realm that he lost his father at birth. In normal times, Mo
Xuanzang has been dead for countless times. If Mo Xuanzang hadn't asked about his birth and mother, and wanted to hear what Mo Xuanzang wanted to say next, he would never have tolerated Mo Xuanzang treating him like this.
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Sensing that Ye Sixuan's expression was wrong, Mo Xuanzhang immediately changed his words: "No, I mean, have you never seen your father since you were born?"
This sentence made Ye Sixuan feel a little better. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was already known to everyone in the Yantian Empire that Mr. Ye's biological father had never appeared, and there was no need for him to hide it.
"right."
Mo Xuanzhang's face showed an extremely excited look. He was trembling all over. He wanted to speak but couldn't. He grabbed Ye Sixuan's arms with both hands and tried his best to suppress the mania in his heart. He spoke slowly and intermittently with difficulty.
One sentence: "My father's name is Mo Cangyan, my mother's name is Ye Yuehe, my grandfather's name is Mo Qingtian, and my grandfather, who is now the head of the Yue family, is named Ye Qingshan
, I am your brother and you are my sister."
Ye Sixuan's body was shaken, and his mind was buzzing as if it was struck by thousands of thunders.
"If you don't believe it, I still have...I still have something that can prove that we are brother and sister..." Mo Xuanzhang saw Ye Sixuan's dull expression and immediately fell into panic. He hurriedly searched for his space ring, trying to find one.
An object related to his mother.
He took out a blood-stained coat and put it into Ye Sixuan's hands: "This is... the... clothes my mother gave me to wrap my body around... when I was born... Look, I only have... only...
This can prove..."
Separated from his mother since the day he was born, Mo Xuanzhang could only find this piece of clothing.
Ye Sixuan was like a marionette, his eyes were dull, and his fingers were stiffly touching the blood-stained clothes. The blood stains on it had been drying for who knows how long, and the clothes were also old, but the blood on them had never been washed away.
Mo Xuanzhang finally got it from Mo Qingtian. This is his only souvenir.
"Believe me...it's true, I am your brother, Ye Yuehe, and she is my mother!" Mo Xuanzhang had bulging veins on his forehead, his face was blood red, and his tears couldn't stop flowing out.
There were tears in the corners of Ye Sixuan's eyes. It was this color and this smell. His mother once told him that he had a twin brother who was taken away by his father. When he left, he was wrapped in her Tsing Yi.
"Brother...Brother..." When Ye Sixuan looked up, tears were already streaming down her face. How many times had she fantasized about the reunion of her brother and sister, but she never expected that seventeen years later, she would meet her dearest brother in the palace she hated most.
The first time in this life.
"Sister!" Mo Xuanzhang couldn't bear it anymore and hugged Ye Sixuan.