"Are you a spiritual sword master?" Mo Wen suddenly asked a seemingly irrelevant question.
The old man paused and did not dare to raise his head: "Yes, I was once a spiritual sword master in the early stage of Sword Vein."
Mo Wen probed the old man's body and said, "The injuries on your body were not caused by monsters."
The old man fell silent, his body shaking even more violently.
Mo Wen sighed: "Get up, I won't punish you."
The old man paused for a moment and slowly raised his head. The look in his disheveled gray hair seemed a bit unbelievable. After finally confirming that Mo Wen was not joking, the old man stood up tremblingly and bowed to Mo Wen.
: "Thank you for your kindness, senior. I'm stepping back now."
The old man took the little girl and was about to leave, but the little girl stubbornly played tug-of-war with his grandfather: "Grandpa, I don't want to leave! Uncle hasn't taken me to fly yet! I won't leave!"
The old man stomped his feet angrily. In anger, he raised his hand to slap the little girl, but one hand held his wrist.
"Don't force her to do things she doesn't like." Mo Wen frowned.
The old man was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and kowtowed as if pounding garlic.
Mo Wen shook his head. This old man was really difficult to communicate with. He simply ignored him and asked the little girl, "Xi'er, do you want to fly?"
"I want it! I can't even dream of it!" Xi'er nodded fiercely, her big eyes full of hope.
"Okay." Mo Wen smiled slightly, held the little girl's thin body in one hand, and directly turned into a sword light and rose into the sky.
The old man felt the terrible fluctuation at that moment, and he collapsed to the ground. When he saw the sword light rising into the sky, his face turned pale, and he murmured: "Jian Yuan...Jian Yuan..."
Mo Wen took the little girl and flew around in the sky. The little girl was not scared at all at an altitude of thousands of meters. Instead, she screamed excitedly and waved her two little hands constantly, trying to catch the clouds around her.
"Aren't you afraid Xi'er?"
Yun Xi shook her little head: "Xi'er is not afraid. Xi'er often flies in her dreams, so Xi'er is not afraid at all."
Mo Wen was moved and asked, "What dreams has Xi'er had? Can you tell your uncle?"
Xi'er nodded: "Yes, Xi'er often dreams of a beautiful big sister in her dreams. The big sister often takes Xi'er to the sky and fights big monsters. Xi'er must do the same as big sister in the future.
Heroine, protect grandpa and uncles and aunts from big monsters."
Mo Wen looked at the little man in his arms with responsible eyes and said softly: "Yes, Xi'er will become a heroine like a big sister, and you will be even more powerful than her."
"Really? Can Xi'er be more powerful than big sister?" Xi'er's excited eyes formed a crescent shape.
Looking up at the sky, Mo Wen's gaze returned to calmness and he whispered softly: "Reincarnation, you should be looking at me now."
Returning to the ground, the little girl quickly jumped down from Mo Wenhuai, jumped to the old man's side, took the old man's hand and said excitedly: "Grandpa, grandpa! Did you see it? I flew! Uncle took me
I’m flying into the sky together!”
The old man walked up to Mo Wen again and kowtowed respectfully, but he looked much more normal than before.
"Senior is lucky to be able to fall in love with this girl. Please forgive me for being blind."
In the dense forest hundreds of feet away on one side of the road, a convoy of several hundred people was resting. When Mo Wen took Yun Xi's hand and followed Yang Kun as he walked over, people were packing their bags.
"Old Yuntou! What have you been doing? Why did it take you so long? Why don't you pack your things quickly and get ready for the road! You and your grandson should really be left in the Wolf God Ridge!" A well-dressed young man with a long sword hanging on his waist spat fiercely.
A mouthful of Yang Kun, and Yang Kun is Yun Xi's grandfather, to be precise, his adoptive grandfather.
Yun Xi is an orphan who originally lived on a spiritual island on the southern border of the Blood Soul Sea. When the Blood Soul Sea changed dramatically, the spirit island was relocated in time due to geographical advantages, but most of the ordinary islanders were still abandoned. At that time, Yun Xi
Yun Xi became an orphan. Because Rakshasa Island needed a large population for its development, Yunxi moved to Rakshasa Island with a group of immigrants. Later, she met Yang Kun and was adopted by Yang Kun, and the two of them lived together on Rakshasa Island.
Dongyue City, one of the David cities, has been dependent on each other for more than half a year. Feng was proud of it, but when he was young and frivolous, he offended a Jian Gang realm spiritual sword master. His family was slaughtered overnight, and he was also abolished and his cultivation was cut off.
One arm, only because the other party wanted to go through all the pain in the world, he managed to escape with his last breath. It was at that time that he left a psychological shadow. This is why Yang Kun reacted so violently and abnormally after knowing the identity of Mo Wen Lingjian Master.
"Palace Master Yu, calm down. The little girl is ignorant and has gone too far. We are chasing her back now. We will not delay Hall Master Yu on his way." Yang Kun bowed his body and said in a low voice.
Hall Master Yu glanced at Yun Xi behind him: "A bastard who doesn't even have parents wants to climb the high branches of the Rakshasa Sword Sect. It's simply wishful thinking! Let me tell you, a pheasant is a pheasant, and I will never dream of becoming a phoenix in my life!"
After saying that, he tapped Mo Wen beside Yun Xi with his chin: "Also, who is he? Who gave you the right to bring people in at will? Do you think this is a shelter?"
Yang Kun secretly complained and bowed repeatedly: "Palace Master Yu, calm down! Hall Master Yu, calm down! He just came with us to have a look, we will leave immediately, leave immediately!"
"You guys?" Hall Master Yu heard something was wrong. He looked Mo Wen up and down and sneered: "Okay, let me tell you, you have found a new supporter. How did you persuade others to accept you?
You are such an old person. People will definitely look down on you. Is it your cheap granddaughter? Humph, I asked you to sell her a long time ago and you don’t agree. Why are you playing with the deep love between ancestors and grandchildren? Why has your sex changed now? Could it be?
Is the price offered high?"
The only remaining right fist under Yang Kun's sleeve was clenched, and a pair of eyes under his gray messy hair almost burst out of fire. However, his spine could no longer harden after a long life of servility. After taking a few breaths, his right hand slowly
Slowly relaxing, the fire in his eyes gradually dissipated, leaving only a numb calm.
He bowed to Hall Master Yu and said, "Thank you very much for taking care of Hall Master Yu along the way. Now that Rakshasa City is around the corner, my grandfather and grandson do not dare to trouble Hall Master Yu anymore, so we will bid farewell to Hall Master Yu here."
"Humph, that's fine. Now that you've climbed up to Gaozhi, you'll naturally look down on our ruined temple." Hall Master Yu glanced at Yun Xi fiercely, and the frightened little girl hid behind Mo Wen. She originally wanted to give a gift to her son.
As a personal maid, she can also be taken as a concubine in the future. Now that she is taking advantage of others, Hall Master Yu naturally feels bad. He looked at Mo Wen fiercely and waved his hand: "Take your granddaughter and get out."
"Thank you Hall Master Yu, this is a commission from my ancestors and grandsons." Yang Kun took out a cloth bag from his arms and opened it with difficulty with one hand, revealing three round pearls inside. There is a lack of gold overseas, and in the secular world
The common currency is pearls, whose value is determined based on their luster and size.
Hall Master Yu frowned and waved his hand behind him. A swordsman immediately stepped forward and took Yang Kun's cloth bag wrapped with pearls.
Yang Kun thanked Hall Master Yu again, walked back to the dilapidated cart at the end of the convoy, took out a package, slung it on his back, and walked to Mo Wen and Xiao Yunxi.
"Your Excellency, it's all done."
Mo Wen nodded and led Xiao Yunxi directly to the outside of the forest. Yang Kun quickly followed step by step, and his hunched back straightened involuntarily.
When the two figures, one large and one small, disappeared into the forest, the swordsman came up and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you going to let him go like this?"
Hall Master Yu sneered: "How is that possible? If it weren't for the fear of leaving a bad influence on that little girl, I would have had that old thing done! Since this old thing is so disrespectful, don't blame me for being cruel! Look for it!
A few quick guys pretended to be strong men and killed the old man and the young man. You can find a few more people to save the little girl. You are not afraid that the little girl will not enter my Yu family!"
The swordsman chuckled: "The hall master is still smart. That little girl will work wholeheartedly for the Yu family in order to repay her kindness. Hehe, in the future, if this little girl condenses the sword veins and becomes a first-class swordsman, the status of our Goldfish Sword Hall will definitely be
A rising tide will lift all boats.”
"Humph, what's the sword vein? I once asked someone to see the little girl's bones. She is the body of the innate golden spirit. This kind of system is perfect, and it will be no problem to condense the sword's strength in the future! By then, the whole body will be
Who in Dongyue City doesn’t look at my Yu Xing’s face?”
"That's right, that's right! If the little hall master is also attracted by the Rakshasa Sword Sect and accepted as a disciple, the city lord of Dongyue City will also have to look at the hall master's face!" The sword master was so flattering, Hall Master Yu listened.
He had a look of enjoyment on his face, as if he had seen the entire Dongyue City under his feet.
"Sir, what are you going to ask Xi'er to do?"
On the way, Yang Kun hesitated again and again but plucked up the courage to ask Mo Wen. Although Yun Xi had not been with him for a long time, Yun Xi's appearance made him find his goal in life, and it has almost become his spiritual sustenance, for his granddaughter.
For his future, he had to offend the powerful spirit sword master in front of him once.
Mo Wen suddenly stopped and looked back at Yang Kun. Under his calm gaze, Yang Kun subconsciously shrank his neck and avoided Mo Wen's gaze.
"I hope you will always stand up straight in front of Xi'er. I don't want her to learn to grovel to others so early."
Mo Wen's words were very plain, but for Yang Kun, they were no less than a bolt from the blue. He stood stunned for a long time, his eyes blurred by turbid tears. His spine straightened up slowly but extremely firmly. He pointed his spiritual sword at Mo Wen.
I bowed solemnly with the courtesy of a teacher: "Junior, I understand. Thank you, senior, for your teachings."
"You don't need to call me senior, my surname is Mo, just call me Young Master." Mo Wen said calmly.
"Yes, Mr. Mo." Yang Kun bowed again, feeling less inferior and more confident. He was originally a genius, but he had bad luck and wasted decades. Now he was awakened by Mo Wen.
The self-confidence that I had in the past began to calm down again.
Mo Wen suddenly glanced at the waist-deep weeds beside the road and frowned.dd