The time is already half a year later. With the withdrawal of the Yujian Sect from the Zhao Kingdom half a year ago, the Zhao Kingdom has gradually regained its peace. However, the original land of nine states has become seven states, and the turmoil in the imperial palace in the capital three months ago has also been restored.
It gradually subsided and became just a topic for people to talk about after dinner. This world belongs to the Bai family anyway, and it doesn't have much to do with them as to who is sitting.
Mojia Sword Making Villa, this once famous villa has long since turned into dust and disappeared in the torrent of history, and few people talk about it.
The dilapidated walls trembled in the cold wind, and the waist-deep weeds were full of broken walls. It was desolate and dilapidated, which was a true reflection of this ancient village at this time. A huge hill rose up in the former front yard, and a piece of land in front of the hill
The dilapidated wooden tablet stood crookedly with no words on it.
One early morning, a figure slowly walked up the hill. His speed was not really slow, but his movements were elegant and unhurried, as if he were walking. But after he took a step, the trees and weeds behind him were far away.
Leaving it behind, just a few breaths later, the figure that was originally a small black dot at the foot of the mountain was already standing in front of the ancient village.
This is a middle-aged man with nothing out of the ordinary about his appearance. It seems that no one will remember his appearance once he stands in the crowd. He seems not to exist in the world, but it seems that the whole world is him.
The middle-aged man looked at the ancient village that had been reduced to ruins, frowned slightly, walked into the ancient village through the gate without a gate, and then saw the huge wordless grave.
His eyebrows twitched again, much larger than before. He stared at the grave for a long time, then flicked his finger, and a drop of blood-red liquid flew out from the fingertip, releasing a crystal luster, slowly
It fell towards the big grave.
As the blood fell, the giant tomb suddenly branched into a narrow passage, and the drop of blood fell from the passage without any hindrance.
After a few breaths, a glimmer of light flashed through the middle-aged man's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grab the void. A broken skeleton flew out from the cracked passage of the giant tomb, and was automatically spliced to form a complete skeleton displayed on the ground.
superior.
On the skull of the skeleton, a bright red color was unusually eye-catching.
Seeing the skeleton, the middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and a gloomy and depressing atmosphere enveloped the entire space, which seemed to be three points colder than the cold wind in the dead of winter.
"Are the members of my Mo family so easy to kill? Although I have been expelled from the clan and exiled for more than a thousand years, after all...the blood of my Mo family is flowing!"
The middle-aged man looked up at the sky. The originally clear sky suddenly became dark. It seemed that "Heaven" was unhappy again...
The Imperial Palace of Kyoto, Kingdom of Zhao.
Emperor Zhao Bai Yang, who had just ascended the throne less than half a year ago, looked at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in the imperial study in horror.
"Who are you? Do you know that breaking into the imperial study is a major crime against the Nine Clan?"
Bai Yang forced himself to calm down and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him.
"Are you the Emperor of Zhao?" the middle-aged man asked calmly.
"I... of course I am!"
"The Mo family... no, it should be Zhujian Villa. Was it you who ordered the genocide?"
"This...is not me, but my royal brother."
"Why?" the middle-aged man asked seriously.
Bai Yang swallowed. He felt a sense of extreme danger and said cautiously: "The order was given by the emperor's brother, the late emperor. He said that the Zhujian Villa collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, which led to the Yan State's cavalry marching straight to occupy the two lands.
state."
"Collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?" The middle-aged man tilted his head, as if he was thinking about the credibility of this explanation, but soon he shook his head: "I prefer to be more direct."
After speaking, the middle-aged man stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on the top of Bai Yang's head. After a few breaths, the middle-aged man retracted his hand, but Bai Yang had already collapsed on the desk and passed out.
"Not in my memory." The middle-aged man frowned tightly. He did not get any extra information from the soul of Emperor Zhao about the destruction of the family at Zhujian Villa.
"Is it really collaborating with the enemy and treason? But what does this country have to do with my Mo family? Someone must be responsible for killing people from my Mo family."
In a flash of light, the middle-aged man's figure had disappeared into the imperial study.
A few breaths later, a terrifying sword light with a diameter of several miles suddenly fell from the sky. The entire imperial city was turned into powder in this sword light, and a huge sinkhole with a diameter of ten miles appeared at the original site of the palace.
This sinkhole is said to be hundreds of feet deep, making it the largest skyscape in Zhao State...
There is a simple wooden house sitting on a lush hill. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is working hard to clear weeds in a medicinal garden in front of the wooden house. If a secular person sees the herbs planted in this medicinal garden, he will definitely be abnormal.
Shocking, because these medicinal herbs are extremely rare and precious elixirs in the world. They are at the lowest level and are of the best grade. Some of them are even far beyond the top grade. The rich spiritual energy forms a layer of mist visible to the naked eye on the medicinal garden.
The girl has delicate eyebrows and a round face that makes people feel close to her at first sight. There is always a smile between her eyebrows. It is obvious that she is a very optimistic and cheerful girl. However, the girl always carries a three-arm stick on her back.
She had a long sword, and when she bent down to take care of the medicine garden, the long hilt of the sword rested on the ground. It was in sharp contrast with her thin body and looked extremely funny.
A ray of sword light came from the sky and fell on the hill in an instant.
The round-faced girl dropped her jade hoe and greeted her cheerfully: "Senior Sister Xiaoyue, are you here?"
Yueying smiled and touched the round-faced girl's head, but there was always a layer of worry that could not be resolved deep in her eyes.
"Is today's medicinal soup ready?"
The round-faced girl smiled sweetly and said as if she was taking credit: "Get ready, I'm about to wash my senior brother's body."
Yueying nodded slightly and walked towards the wooden house. The round-faced girl tilted her head and jumped up and down to the side room on the left side of the wooden house.
Squeak.
The wooden door slowly opened, and Yueying stepped in.
The display in the room is very simple, with a table, a chair and a cabinet, and the workmanship is very rough, revealing a strong sense of handicrafts.
A figure lay there silently on the wooden bed. It was a person, a disabled person, an ugly disabled person.
There was no left arm, and the exposed skin was covered with terrifying centipede-like scars. His face was so distorted by those scars that it was almost impossible to distinguish its original appearance. He was lying there quietly. If you weren't careful, you couldn't even feel him.
That heart that only beats once every half a quarter of an hour.
Yueying walked gently to the bed and stared at the figure on the bed with deep eyes. The sorrow that could not be resolved between her eyebrows was finally released without reservation.
Stretching out her ivory-white hand and gently stroking the ugly face, Yueying whispered softly: "Ask..."
A drop of crystal liquid fell on that ugly face.
After a long time passed, Yueying straightened up, took one last deep look at Mo Wen, and walked out of the room.
"Senior Sister Xiaoyue, are you leaving?"
"Axiu, I will be in seclusion after I go back today. I don't know when I can come out. I can't come to see you again in the future."
"Senior sister is going into seclusion? Can't she come? What should I do, senior brother?"
"He... will be left to your care."
"Don't worry, Senior Sister Xiaoyue, I will definitely take good care of Senior Brother."
"Well, here are some elixir seeds. Plant them when you have time."
"I will, Senior Sister Xiaoyue."
"Try not to go out. If you have any questions, go to Senior Sister Ying."
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The sound of conversation is getting farther and farther, becoming more and more blurry, until it disappears completely. Who is it? Why is it so familiar? Where am I? Am I still alive now? Yes, having thoughts means that I am still alive, but I am
Who...
The eyelids of the ugly figure on the bed trembled, and he slowly opened them. His eyes were confused at first. He raised his only remaining right arm, and his movements were very stiff, like a machine man. He raised his arm and wiped it away with his fingers.
The water stains on his face were put into his mouth.
"Salty...tears..."
His eyes gradually regained their color, and finally became completely clear.
Squeak.
The wooden door was opened again by a crowd of people outside, and a slender figure walked in with difficulty carrying a large wooden barrel.
Boom!
The wooden barrel was placed in front of the bed, making a low impact with the ground.
Axiu wiped her forehead, but there was not much sweat on it. She didn't notice a pair of eyes on the bed looking at her silently. She meticulously fetched buckets of hot water from outside and poured it into the big wooden bucket. The white hot air was very hot.
Quickly cover the wooden house.
Finally, Axiu poured a pot of freshly brewed medicinal soup into the large wooden barrel, and the crystal hot water immediately turned into a withered yellow color.
"Senior brother, it's time to take a shower...ah!"
Axiu covered her mouth in surprise, and the copper pot in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. She looked at the figure on the bed in disbelief. She didn't know when she opened her eyes and was looking at her motionless.
"Senior, senior brother, you, you're awake..." Axiu was nervous and at a loss, with a mixture of joy and strange fear in her expression. Although she looked forward to this ugly senior brother who made her senior sister worried about waking up every day, she didn't know when she actually woke up.
How should I react? I was extremely confused.
"Where is this?"
Mo Wen asked. I don't know if his voice was extremely hoarse and difficult to hear because he had not spoken for many years, but Axiu understood it, and she hurriedly said: "This is the Lingyu Sect."
Spiritual Yu Sect? There was a trace of confusion in Mo Wen's eyes.
"Ah! That's right! I need to tell Senior Sister Xiaoyue quickly!" Axiu suddenly screamed and ran out of the wooden house, not even caring about the ugly senior brother on the bed.
Mo Wen watched the girl run out of the room as if she was running away, and murmured: "Xiaoyue, is that Yueying?"
He shook his head slightly and focused on his body. He did not feel any sword energy fluctuations on this body. His mind sank into Dantian, and what he saw was a completely fragmented sea of energy. The original location of Dantian was only
What remains is a lifeless chaos without any fluctuations, just like the Dead Sea.
There was no change on Mo Wen's face. He then sank his mind into the sea of consciousness. The sea of consciousness was filled with blood-red color, like a sea of blood. In the depths of the sea of blood, a small blood-colored sword slowly rose and floated. Its luster was somewhat dim, and its shape
There are streaks of green silk wrapped around it, as if chains tightly block it in the depths of the sea of consciousness.dd