Mo Wen suddenly woke up from his drowsiness. He was panting heavily and his whole body was soaked in sweat.
"Sir, you're awake."
A surprised female voice sounded in my ears.
Mo Wen raised his head and found himself in a simple room. Under him was a soft wooden bed. On the wooden table beside the bed were a long cloth bag and a black sword.
Mo Wen was holding his bag, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl wearing a maid's outfit was looking at him in surprise. No danger was found, so Mo Wen's tense body slowly relaxed.
"What is this place?" Mo Wen's voice was a little hoarse, which was the sequelae of excessive mental exertion.
"Back to you, sir, this is Fancheng, Bazhou." The maid replied meekly.
Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, Yuzhou Fancheng? He actually woke up and came to Yuzhou from Bazhou, but what happened to Yueying and the others? He couldn't remember what happened before he lost consciousness. He didn't know if he could hold on to Luo Xin.
The Great Elder has regained his strength. But depending on how well he played, he must have passed that level.
"Every elder, are you okay?"
"Elder?" The maid had a puzzled look on her face, obviously not understanding what Mo Wen said.
Mo Wen frowned and changed his question: "Where is Yueying?"
"Yue Ying? You mean Miss Yue?" The maid seemed to understand this time and quickly replied: "Miss Yue is discussing things with some old ladies in the back hall."
"How many old ladies?" This time it was Mo Wen's turn to be confused, but after thinking about it, he vaguely understood that these ladies were not the Jian Gang elders of Yujian Sect?
"Take me to the back hall."
As he spoke, Mo Wen got off the bed and found that he had changed into clean clothes. He reached out and put the Geomagnetic Chongyuan Sword Diagram on his back, and the sword pouch was hung again on his waist.
"The old lady has ordered that no one is allowed to disturb them when they are discussing matters." The maid hesitated and said, "However, if it is the young master, I can try to inform him."
Mo Wen pondered for a moment, then suddenly shook his head: "No, I won't disturb their conversation."
After speaking, he glanced at the maid: "Do you know if there is a branch of the famous sword tower in Fancheng?"
"Famous Sword Tower?" The maid tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's on Chaoyang Street in Dongcheng, but..."
Before the maid could finish her words, her eyes blurred, and Mo Wen's figure had disappeared without a trace.
After walking out of the room, Mo Wen glanced at the sky, clenched his palms unconsciously, and kept telling himself in his heart: It's just a dream, not real, and it can't predict anything. It's just a simple dream, and it's because he consumed too much energy.
relationship.
Before he woke up, he had a dream. In the dream, he saw the Sword-making Villa, but the entire Sword-making Villa was on fire. The fire was as red as blood. Countless people were struggling in the bloody flames. He saw inside
His mother, Liu Huixin, and his father, Mo Tian, may or may not know each other, but without exception they are all children of the Mo family in Zhujian Villa! They were covered in blood and shouted something to him, but he was powerless and could only watch everyone.
Devoured by bloody fire!
This dream made him frightened and filled with deep trepidation. For a spiritual sword master of his level, who has spiritual sense and spiritual knowledge, he can already control his mental state very well. The "dream" is basically
It can be prevented, but once you have a dream, it represents a kind of meaning. Some people call it a premonition or a sign, and some people think of it as the seventh sense of the spirit sword master. In short, the spirit sword master will not miss the chance.
If you dream for no reason, you will not dream for no reason. Don’t ask if you don’t know why you would have such a dream. What does this dream mean?
Mo Wen was filled with fear and trepidation, and he didn't even have time to see Yueying. He just wanted to confirm the safety of his parents as soon as possible! The Mingjian Tower is the property of the Sword Making Villa all over the states of the Zhao Kingdom, as long as it is a medium-sized or above city.
There are separate buildings.
In a hall, Luo Xin and several other Jian Gang elders, as well as several third-generation true disciples including several top-ranked second-generation outer sect elders and Yue Ying, gathered together. Everyone's expressions were extremely solemn and ugly.
After a long time, a second-generation outer sect elder in the late stage of Sword Meridian broke the calm, and his deep voice was full of unwillingness: "Are we really going to give up like this?"
"What can we do if we don't give up? The headmaster has received the order from the main sect, asking us to give up all resources and withdraw from the Zhao Kingdom and return to the main sect." Another second-generation elder sighed.
"Is the Great Elder really going to take advantage of the Heart Sword Sect and the Light Sword Sect so much?" The second-generation elder who was the first to speak looked at Luo Xin.
Luo Xin closed her eyes slightly. It was different from her previous old state. Although her hair was still white, the wrinkles on her face had completely disappeared. Her skin was as smooth and delicate as that of a thirty-year-old woman. However, the seven colors were still a little different, and there was something in her aura.
There is a vague feeling of stagnation, and it is obvious that there is still a hidden illness in the body that has not been cured.
Hearing the elder's inquiry, Luo Xin opened her eyes, her eyes filled with deep exhaustion.
"The Sword Origin Ancestor who is sitting in the body is from our branch. The main sect has to make concessions as a last resort, so don't talk anymore. The return to the main sect is irreversible. Go down and prepare."
"But Great Elder, the Heart Sword Sect and the Light Sword Sect are really..."
"Stop talking!" Luo Xin closed her eyes: "We have sacrificed too many disciples, and the future of returning to the main sect is unclear. I don't want there to be attrition again before going back. Everyone go down, and leave in three days to go to Yunzhou and meet
Headmasters gather together.”
The elders and disciples looked at each other, sighed secretly, and walked out of the hall silently.
Yueying walked out of the hall in a depressed mood, her eyebrows furrowed, shrouded in a layer of unbreakable sadness.
"Miss Yue, Miss Yue..." A quick voice woke up Yueying.
Yueying raised her head and saw the maid she had sent to temporarily serve Mo Wen looking at her anxiously.
"What happened?" Yueying frowned.
"Master, Master, he's awake!"
Young Master, there is only one person who can be called a Young Master here, and that is Mo Wen! Seven or eight days have passed since they broke out from the canyon. Now they are lurking in Fancheng, Yuzhou to rest, using false identities. The maids and servants in this house are also
They were all temporarily bought from the city.
A hint of surprise flashed across Yueying's face: "Really?"
The maid nodded and continued: "But the young master left in a hurry after he woke up."
"Leave? Where did he go?" Yueying was puzzled. Mo Wen asked, wasn't he the kind of person who left without saying goodbye?
"He asked me where the famous sword tower in Fancheng was, and then left." The maid said nervously. She knew that Miss Yue usually cared about the young master, and took care of him almost step by step for several days. If
Unless I was discussing important matters with some old ladies today, I wouldn't have left that room at all.
"Where is the Famous Sword Tower?" Yueying asked.
"It is an industry under the name of Jiangzhou Zhujian Villa. It mainly deals in the spirit sword business."
"Sword Forging Villa! Oops!" Yueying's face suddenly turned very ugly. She stamped her foot and her body turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
Mo Wen asked all the way and soon came to Chaoyang Street in Dongcheng. As the first industry of Zhujian Villa, the Famous Sword Tower is not only known to everyone but also few people don't know about it. Mo Wen easily saw the scene on the street.
This eye-catching five-story building is the famous Sword Tower of the Mo family!
Mo Wen took a deep breath and walked towards the building, but at this moment a man in black robes and a bamboo hat walked in front of him and passed by him. Mo Wen took two steps and stopped suddenly.
He looked back at the man in black robes and hats, and saw that his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.
"What's going on? Why is it so familiar? Is it him? Impossible? How could we meet him here?"
Mo Wen was full of doubts, and finally shook his head. He did not catch up, nor did he use his sword sense. He had more important things to do now, and there was no need to waste energy on a suspected acquaintance.
Mo Wen quickly arrived at the Mingjian Tower. This tall building had a history of more than a hundred years. It had been renovated dozens of times and was simple and elegant. It had the unique style of Jiangzhou Zhujian Villa. But when he saw the upstairs
After the hanging plaque, the whole person seemed to have been struck by lightning, because it was not the three words "Mingjian Tower" he was familiar with, but "Yingxiang Tower"!
"Yingxiang Restaurant", a name that obviously has a strong catering flavor, is completely incompatible with the famous sword restaurant that specializes in spiritual swords! This is obviously a restaurant!
"How is that possible?" Mo Wen felt that his heart was completely confused, and his hands were trembling slightly. This was a famous sword building, and he would not admit it wrong. The famous sword building in Zhujian Villa has a unique style that any outsider would imitate.
Not coming.
After standing stunned for a long time, Mo Wen took a deep breath and controlled his stiff legs to walk towards the Mingjian Tower, which should not be called "Yingxiang Tower" now. Escape was not an option, everything needed to be faced.
"Stop! This building has been reserved by the city lord. Let's go to another place for dinner."
At the gate, four third-level spirit sword masters with spirit swords at their waists blocked Mo Wen. They all wore the logo of the city lord's palace on their chests and were the personal bodyguards of the city lord of Fancheng.
Mo Wenqiang calmed himself down, and then asked softly in a slightly trembling voice: "Isn't this the famous sword building of Zhujian Villa?"
A guard said impatiently: "What's the famous sword tower in Zhujian Villa? Boy, that was from the old calendar a month ago. Now that Zhujian Villa is gone, how can there be any famous sword tower?"
Mo Wen's head was banged, and he asked with difficulty: "You said... Sword Making Villa... is no longer here?"
The guard looked at Mo Wen like he was looking at an idiot: "Did you come out of the deep mountains and old forests? How come you don't even know this?"
Mo Wen finally confirmed this fact, but he couldn't accept it at all! He suddenly grabbed the guard's collar, his eyes were red, and he growled like a wounded beast: "Tell me, what happened? Zhu Zhu