Mojia Sword Making Villa in Jiangzhou, Zhao State.
In a spacious hall, the contemporary head of the Mo family, Mo Tian, paced anxiously in the hall, occasionally glancing at the closed door in the inner room. If it weren't for the two old ladies blocking the way, he would have been there.
Rushed in.
The sound of a woman's painful moans during childbirth could be heard faintly in the room. Listening to this sound, Mo Tian felt heart-wrenching pain.
On a chair in the hall, a rather handsome middle-aged man took a sip of tea and said carelessly: "Third brother, please stop hanging around in front of my eyes. My sister gave birth to a son.
It’s not like you’re giving birth to a son, so there’s no point in worrying about it.”
Mo Tian glared at his old friend and uncle, and said angrily: "Why does Huixin have such a big brother like you? She is working hard in there, but you are sitting here on the Diaoyutai, there is no rush at all!"
On another chair next to him, a burly, dark-skinned middle-aged man chuckled and said: "Third brother, don't blame the second child. The second brother has been through this scene a lot, so naturally he has nothing to worry about. So do you.
It’s not that I don’t know that when the eldest son of their family was born, he was worse than you. If he could have given birth to a child, he would probably have gone into battle himself."
"Ahem, brother, how could you arrange your own brothers like this?" The handsome middle-aged man almost spat out his tea and said depressingly: "Also, don't call me "Lao Er Er Er", people who don't know think we are making dirty jokes.
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Mo Tian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I can't compare with you two. There are a lot of kids at home. I am almost forty years old and I have such a child. If it were a girl, I would be ashamed.
Account to the ancestors of the Mo family."
The dark-faced middle-aged man said in a rough voice: "Third brother, don't worry. Your Mo family has always been a single generation, and this time is no exception. He must be a boy. I'll tell you first this time, you
This son is the second son of our family, so don’t even think about robbing him."
The middle-aged handsome man said with disdain: "This is because the boy from the third family can like your daughter, but seeing how you act like a father, I am afraid that Qingqing will follow your example when she grows up."
The dark-faced middle-aged man's eyes widened: "Our Qingqing family has the appearance of her mother. When she grows up, she will be as beautiful as a flower. What man can't look down on her? You kid, don't have any twisted thoughts."
Mo Tian, one with two big heads, bowed to the two elder brothers: "Brothers, please stop arguing. If the baby can be born smoothly this time, I will count on your blessing."
The dark-faced middle-aged man said reluctantly: "Third brother, we have agreed a long time ago that my nephew must marry Qingqing in the future."
"Okay, okay, as long as the child is a boy, he must marry Qingqing." Mo Tian said repeatedly.
At this moment, a subtle buzzing sound suddenly came, and the expressions of the three people changed at the same time, and they cast their eyes on a long sword hanging in the main hall of the hall. The scabbard of this long sword was simple, with a deep feeling.
The spirit of eternity.
The scabbard of this sword was trembling slightly, and the sword inside seemed to be jumping out of the scabbard spiritually. The blade rubbed against the inner wall of the scabbard, making a strange clanking sound.
Not only the sword in the hall, but also the long swords hanging on the waists of the three people began to tremble.
"What's going on? Why is the spirit sword chirping for no reason?" The three of them grabbed the long swords at their waists, and their hands began to tremble due to the trembling from the swords.
"Master! Master!" An old servant rushed into the hall quickly. He also held a sword in his hand, but the sword was also buzzing and trembling.
"What's so alarming?" Mo Tian's face darkened. This old servant was the sword servant responsible for daily care of the Mo family's sword pool. He was so panicked at this moment. Could it be that something had happened to the sword pool?
"Swords! All the swords in the sword pool! They all trembled for some reason." The old servant said incoherently.
The three people looked shocked at the same time. Mo Tian gritted his teeth, glanced at the closed door of the inner room, and then said: "Let's go! Go to the Sword Pond."
The three people, led by the old servant, quickly headed towards the back mountain, which was the forbidden area of the Mo family and the core of the entire Sword-making Villa. It can be said that the Mo Family's Sword-making Villa can achieve its current glory without the rear.
Shan Jianchi. So after Mo Tian heard about the changes in Jianchi, he didn't even care about the child who was about to be born.
Along the way, everywhere was filled with the humming and trembling sound of swords. Whether it was the sword in the hands of the swordsmith of the villa or the sword in the hand of the guard, as long as it was a sword, it was trembling uncontrollably. The entire villa fell into a panic about the unknown.
In the back mountain, in a deep cave entrance, winding hundreds of meters down, is a huge hollow, as if the entire mountain has been hollowed out. In the hollow in the mountain, a huge stone platform is located in the middle, with four sides.
In the center of the square stone platform is a bronze tripod that is as tall as a person. Four iron chains as thick as an adult's thigh pass through the four corners of the tripod and are connected to the rock walls on all sides of the cave.
Around the stone platform, there are densely packed swords inserted there, including short swords, curved swords, long swords, light swords, heavy swords, thin swords, thick swords, almost all the shapes and types of swords in the world can be found here, but these
Swords all have a common characteristic, that is, these swords are all broken swords, either with a crack on them, or the whole sword is broken into two sections, and none of them is intact.
At this time, all these broken swords were buzzing and trembling, and there was a dense buzzing sound. Anyone who entered this place would probably feel their scalp numb.
At the edge of the sword pool, the faces of Mo Tian and the others were solemn, not hiding the shock in their eyes. The Mo family sword pool has a history of nearly two hundred years, and there has never been a phenomenon like today. These broken swords seem to be alive.
As if coming over, he completely released his remaining spiritual power. The massive spiritual power gathered above the sword pond, gradually turning from invisible to tangible, as if it turned into a layer of white mist floating above the sword pond.
"What a terrifying spiritual power!" The dark-faced middle-aged man swallowed.
"If such powerful spiritual power were gathered into a sword, how powerful would this sword be?" The middle-aged handsome man narrowed his eyes slightly.
Mo Tian shook his head slightly: "Impossible, Broken Sword is born with a crippled nature, its spiritual power is chaotic and has no rules, and it is absolutely harmful to both the sword and people. For generations, my Mo family has only used the remnants of these Broken Swords to make swords.
The huge spiritual energy enhances the success rate of the consecration of the spiritual sword, and these spiritual energy cannot be used at all!"
The mist above the sword pool became thicker and thicker, and the sharp and cold aura conveyed from it meant that Mo Tian and the others began to feel exhausted. They had to use their whole body cultivation to be able to block the invasion of the spiritual power of the remaining swords, and that
The old servant had already left.
"Why did the spiritual power of these broken swords gather together? Could it be that they have become spirits?" the handsome middle-aged man cursed.
Mo Tianhe and the dark-faced middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "Maybe he really became a sperm."
This matter was completely beyond the control of the three of them. Although they were all top-notch spiritual sword masters in the contemporary era, they were completely unable to do anything about the rich, scalp-numbing spiritual energy of the broken sword.
clank--
Suddenly, all the swords made a chirping sound at the same time, and the countless sword chimes converged into a terrifying sound wave that shot straight into the sky. Mixed with the sword chime was a baby's cry, which was particularly clear.
At this moment, the swords in the entire Sword-making Villa were boiling with the cry of the baby in this life. The overwhelming sound of swords stirred up the spiritual energy of the world and the earth. The sword energy soaring into the sky tore all the clouds above the Sword-making Villa into pieces.
Then everything became silent, and the mist-like spiritual energy above the sword pool suddenly dissipated, returning to the sword pool intact.
The three of them looked at the calm sword pool with an unreal feeling, as if everything just now was an illusion, and even the cry of the baby mixed in with the sound of the sword seemed so unreal.
"The baby is crying!" Mo Tian suddenly remembered something and hurried back. The shadow of a fire leopard emerged from the spiritual sword at his waist, wrapping him around him and flying like a cloud of fire.
Returning to the previous hall, the cry of a baby could be clearly heard from inside. Mo Tian was a little shocked. Could all these visions be caused by the birth of his child? What does the throbbing of Wan Jian mean?
Mo Tian opened the door to the inner room and walked in. He couldn't wait to see the difference in his child.
"Congratulations, sir, you are a young master." The mother-in-law who delivered the baby quickly congratulated Mo Tian.
Mo Tian suppressed the excitement in his heart and walked quickly to the bed. His wife's face was pale, but she couldn't hide the joy in her heart. When she saw Mo Tian, she smiled weakly and said, "Master, it's a son."
"Okay, okay." Mo Tian was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He was nearly forty and finally had a child!
The baby has been cleaned, wrapped in a comfortable and dry silk brocade quilt, and placed next to its mother. It looks around curiously with its eyes wide open, full of energy.
When Mo Tian saw the child for the first time, he felt the overwhelming spiritual energy in the child. He had never thought that a person could have such a powerful natural spiritual energy. People with this kind of spiritual energy were simply born to practice swords!
He stretched out his hand that was trembling with excitement and gently held it on the baby's head. Then his face changed and became extremely ugly. Like a wounded beast, he looked up to the sky and roared unwillingly: "Why?
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It was as if he was questioning the day and the place. The baby was frightened by his angry roar and burst into tears. The maid and woman waiting by the side didn't know what was going on and were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.
"Third brother, what happened? Are you so angry? Is it a daughter?" A middle-aged man with a black face and a handsome middle-aged man broke in.
When they saw the baby, their eyes lit up. As a spirit sword master, of course, they could clearly sense the solid spiritual energy in the baby. He was definitely a good candidate for practicing swordsmanship. Such a talent was extremely rare even for a girl.
Mo Tian shook his head in pain and said solemnly: "He is a boy."
The two were overjoyed: "What else is my son unhappy about?"
Mo Tian looked at the baby without saying a word. The two of them had their faces darkened. The handsome middle-aged man stepped forward and put his hand on the baby's head. Then his face became very ugly.
The black-faced man pulled him away and put his hand on the baby's head. Then he showed the same expression and uttered four words with trembling lips: "Born with residual pulse!"
"My God, what's wrong with the child? What is an inborn residual pulse?" Liu Huixin was not a spiritual sword master, but she could see that the matter was unusual and asked in a trembling voice.
Mo Tian took a deep breath: "It's okay, Huixin, you can rest in peace."
Liu Huixin bit her pale lips and shook her head, looking at the middle-aged handsome man: "Brother, tell me!"
The middle-aged handsome man gave Mo Tian a complicated look and said to Liu Hui: "Born with residual meridians is a person born with incomplete meridians. Such people do not live long and generally do not live to be eighteen years old."
Liu Huixin felt her vision go dark, and she was so exhausted that she immediately passed out.
Mo Tian glared at the middle-aged handsome man angrily.
The middle-aged handsome man sighed: "She will know sooner or later. You can hide it for a while, but you can't hide it for a lifetime. The children of my Liu family are not that fragile."
Mo Tian looked at his wife and children in silence. There was a maid beside him who had already gone to call the doctor.
The dark-faced middle-aged man stepped forward and patted Mo Tian on the shoulder: "I said, Qingqing is the daughter-in-law of your Mo family."
"Brother..."
"We are brothers, so don't talk nonsense. When Qingqing is older, I will let her come here to take care of my nephew." The tone of the dark-faced middle-aged man left no room for doubt.
"This is unfair to Qingqing." Mo Tian said.
The dark-faced middle-aged man glared: "If I say it's fair, it's fair. If you say it again, I won't recognize you as my brother!"
Mo Tian moved his mouth, and finally sighed and stopped talking... dd