"Which court are you a registered disciple of? Why are you here?" Wu Ming said coldly to the one-armed young man who suddenly walked out of the room.
Mo Wen looked at him flatly: "Do you want Xiao Nanshan?"
Wu Ming stared at Mo Wen with cold eyes. This was the first time that a registered disciple dared to talk to him like this. He smiled coldly: "Yes, it's me."
Mo Wen shook his head slightly, turned around and walked towards the room.
"You are looking for death!"
Wu Ming was so angry that he almost vomited blood. This was simply a naked disregard! A sword energy shot out directly at Mo Wen's back. Mo Wen didn't look back. He put his only remaining right hand behind his back and gently grabbed the sword energy.
Then they were wiped out from life.
"Go away. If you want Xiao Nanshan, you are not qualified yet. Let someone with qualifications come." Mo Wen left Wu Ming with a back-up.
"Stop! Who told you to leave?"
Wu Ming roared angrily, and the spirit sword flew out from the sword pouch. He slashed it out in the air, and a sharp golden sword energy hit Mo Wen's back. This blow had completely wiped out his peak strength in the early stage of the sword vein.
Release what is retained.
Mo Wen frowned slightly, Wu Ming's entanglement finally made him feel a little angry, because the other party slashed out this sword without caring about Axiu who was between the two of them. Axiu had just raised Sword Seven
At this level, even if a trace of the power of the sword vein realm leaks out, it is not something Axiu can bear.
He suddenly turned around, stepped forward, and instantly appeared next to Axiu, throwing out a flat punch.
"boom!"
Wu Ming's sword energy shattered in an instant, and was swept back by the terrifying fist force. Wu Ming flew out like a kite with its strings broken, and fell more than ten feet away. He was covered in purple blood in his heart.
When he vomited it out, he was actually injured internally by Mo Wen's punch from the air!
"How is it possible? Impossible!" Wu Ming's hair was disheveled and his clothes were torn. He looked like a beggar. His eyes were fixed on Mo Wen: "You can't be a registered disciple! Who are you?"
Mo Wen looked at him calmly: "The current owner of Xiao Nanshan."
A trace of doubt first flashed across Wu Ming's face, and then he showed an expression of extreme shock, as if he had seen a ghost: "You! It's you! You're that person! How is it possible? Your Dantian has been destroyed! And your body has long been necrotic.
!It can’t be like this!”
Mo Wen was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore and said to Axiu who was still in a daze beside him: "Axiu, see the guests off."
After saying that, he walked into the wooden house again.
"You're dead! Do you know who really wants Xiaonanshan? It's Senior Brother Luo Yuxiao from Yanxia Peak! Senior Brother Luo Yuxiao is now at the Great Perfection of Sword Meridians. Crushing you to death is like crushing an ant to death.
!" Wu Ming roared at Mo Wen's back.
A fierce wind swept out from the wooden house, lifting Wu Ming's body and rolling him down the mountain from the pass.
Looking at the closed wooden door, Axiu hesitated for a long time before summoning the courage to knock on the door. If she couldn't guess who the young man was, she would really be a big-hearted and brainless person.
"Come in." Mo Wen's calm voice came out.
Axiu walked into the wooden house with complicated emotions. She quickly glanced at Mo Wen who was sitting on the chair and quickly lowered her eyes: "Senior, senior brother."
Mo Wen looked at her, his eyes finally showing a hint of softness: "You did a good job today."
Axiu's round face blushed slightly: "I, I didn't do anything, it's all the credit of senior brother."
Mo Wen looked at her seriously: "You pack your things and go down the mountain tomorrow. I don't need anyone to take care of me now."
"Ah?" Axiu raised her head and said in panic: "Senior brother, is it because Axiu is too useless? Don't drive me away!"
"Axiu." Mo Wen said softly: "It's not because of you, and you don't have to blame yourself. You have done a good job. But this place has become a place of right and wrong, and there is no benefit to you staying here.
"
"Axiu, don't be afraid! Senior brother, please don't drive me away." Axiu looked at Mo Wen pitifully with tears in her eyes.
Mo Wen stared at Axiu seriously for a long time, and finally sighed: "Okay, you will stay in Xiaonanshan these days and don't go anywhere."
Axiu burst into tears with joy and nodded her head fiercely: "Senior brother, don't worry, Axiu won't cause you any trouble."
The atmosphere at dinner that day was a bit dull. Axiu, who used to chatter endlessly, became very well-behaved. She would only glance at Mo Wen, who was sitting opposite, from time to time, and then immediately lower her head to eat. Under the light, she
I don't know if the two wisps of blush on her cheeks were caused by the light or from shyness.
At night, Mo Wen did not fall asleep. After A Xiu rested, he walked out of the wooden house alone and sat on a wooden pier in the yard. There was a jar of wine and a porcelain cup on the bluestone table in front of him.
The wine was the wine that had been stored in the sword pouch for three years. After three years of accumulation, the wine was more fragrant and more powerful. The hot wine flowed into the chest, as if a fire was burning.
The bright moon hung high, and Mo Wen was quietly drinking alone under the moon. I don't know how long it had passed before a figure suddenly appeared in the small courtyard.
Mo Wen didn't look back, he just stared at the wine glass in his hand and said in a self-deprecating tone: "I thought no one would come."
"Mo Wen..." Su Ying, a true disciple of the Original Desire Sword Sect, flashed the pain of struggle on her face, and she took a deep breath: "Mo Wen, I don't know how you woke up, but... you
Your Dantian has been destroyed. It will be good for you and Yueying to leave the Spiritual Desire Sword Sect and become a carefree rich man."
"Is this your personal meaning or yours?" Mo Wen poured a glass of wine down his throat, his voice was very flat and no fluctuation could be heard.
"This is..." Su Ying paused and said: "It is the result of everyone's discussion. You should be very clear about your current situation. The broken Dantian has almost lost the possibility of cultivation. Life is short, and hundreds of years are fleeting.
, you and Yueying are no longer in the same world, and it will not be good for either of you if you are still entangled."
Mo Wen smiled, his stiff muscles making his smile look a little sinister. He shook his head: "What an irrefutable reason. It seems I have no more choices?"
Su Ying's expression relaxed. The relaxed tone of Mo Wen's tone made her half-hearted. She struck while the iron was hot and said: "You can go down the mountain with peace of mind. We will arrange a place for you and give you wealth that you will never be able to squander in your lifetime. Even if you want to be a
Prince, we will also help you realize it."
"The offer is so tempting, I can't help but be moved." Mo Wen's eyes were blurred, as if he was drunk.
Su Ying completely relaxed, thinking that Mo Wen had agreed, but then she heard Mo Wen say to himself, "But, I don't like it? I don't like the feeling of being manipulated by others..."
"...So, I appreciate your kindness." Mo Wen looked at Su Ying, his eyes already cold: "Back then, I helped you to rescue you from the siege in the canyon, and you saved my life again. The favor between us is considered even.
, From today on, you and I owe each other nothing, so don’t try to decide anything for me anymore. We have nothing to do with each other now. The relationship between Yueying and I is our own private matter. If you don’t like it, it’s a big deal.
You can dispose of me silently, I am only a registered disciple of Lingyu Sect now, and the life and death of a registered disciple should not attract anyone's attention."
Su Ying's face turned red and white, and finally she took a deep look at Mo Wen: "Since you have decided this way, we can only respect it. What I said before always counts. You can change your mind at any time. Don't worry.
, our Yujianmen will not force you to do anything, but we will not provide you with any assistance, so you can do it yourself."
After saying these words, the sword light flashed, and Su Ying directly used the sword to throw it down the mountain.
Mo Wen sat in the moonlight, motionless, like a statue. After a long time, he picked up the wine jar and drank the wine in one gulp...
On the second day, Mo Wen used thirty-six first-order water-moving spirit stones and a first-order high-grade water-moving spirit sword as the basis, and set up a Thousand Illusion Spirit Water Sword Formation around the wooden house. When the first-order high-grade water-moving spirit sword
When it was nailed into the center of the small courtyard, there was a flash of light within a hundred feet around the entire cabin, and the formation was completed. It moved on its own, attracting the water aura from Xiaonanshan and even the surrounding areas. In just a short while, the water aura of the entire Xiaonanshan was
It's a lot richer than before!
"Axiu, I want to go out for a while. If someone provokes you, don't pay attention. The sword formation I have set up is enough to stop the late-stage Sword Meridian Spirit Sword Master. Even if the Sword Meridian has been perfect for a few hours, it can't be broken."
Mo Wen gave instructions to Axiu, who was full of admiration, and then went down from Xiaonan Mountain and officially entered this mysterious and powerful Spiritual Desire Sword Sect.
"Who is this? Why is he disabled?"
"I don't know. I've never seen this person before. He must be a new registered disciple?"
"When did our Spiritual Desire Sword Sect accept even the disabled?"
Several disciples of the Ling Yu Sect who were dressed as registered disciples couldn't help but start talking when they saw Mo Wen, a strange face.
Mo Wen walked calmly on the Zongmen Mountain Road, heading towards a towering mountain peak in the distance.
That is Lingxuan Peak, where the Sutra Pavilion of the Xiaoxuan Peak branch of Lingyu Sword Sect is located. This peak is the second highest peak within Xiaoxuan Peak. It can be seen from a distance in Xiaonan Mountain. Axiu pointed it out to him without much effort.
vigorously.
A few hours later, Mo Wen arrived outside the Sutra Collection Pavilion at Lingxuanfeng. There were many disciples coming in and out of the Sutra Collection Pavilion every day to consult the classics and sword techniques. Most of them were disciples from the outer sect and the inner sect. Mo Wen, who was wearing a black and blue name, was
The disciple's robe is missing an arm, and the disciple without any sword energy fluctuations in his body is naturally very eye-catching.
"Where did the disability come from?" A young man wearing a blue outer disciple's uniform passed by Mo Wen and frowned: "How can you practice swordsmanship without all your limbs? How can such a person still stay in the sect?
Don’t be afraid of wasting resources.”
After saying that, he shook his head, walked up the steps, and walked into the Sutra Pavilion with a light body.
At the door of the first floor of the Sutra-Depository Pavilion, the elder of the outer sect who was guarding the door looked at Mo Wen doubtfully: "Outer disciple? Xiaobao, what are you doing here? The Sutra-Depository Pavilion is not a place where registered disciples can just enter."
Mo Wen said calmly: "I am a new disciple here to receive the sword technique."
"New disciple? What disciples have been confiscated by Jian Zong recently?" The old man was even more confused: "Little boy, when did you become a disciple? Do you have a disciple certificate?"
Mo Wen took out a black iron plate: "I started three years ago, and I haven't received the sword technique yet."
"Three years ago?" The old man frowned. Now he began to wonder if this young man was here specifically to amuse himself. He took the iron plate with a sullen face, held it in his hand and activated the secret method.
After counting the breaths, he opened his eyes with a shocked look on his face: "No information was recorded at all? Little boy, what have you been doing in the past three years? Do you sleep every day?"
"Can I go in?" Mo asked.
"Go, but you only have one hour. You must come out after one hour." The old man waved his hand impatiently and threw the iron sign back.
Mo Wen took the iron sign, nodded, and walked into the Sutra Pavilion.dd