There was a hint of urgency in the tone of Song Ru, the headmaster of Shuiyun Sword Sect.
Mo Wen glanced at her: "His name is Guan Xinghai, and he was a disciple of the Shuiyun Sword Sect of Ziyunxing Pavilion in the Qinglong Sword Region during the Soul Seizing War three thousand years ago."
"Guan Xinghai?" Song Ru silently read the name, stood up from the futon and said sincerely: "Swordsman, please wait a moment, this sect needs to check our genealogy."
Mo Wen nodded. Time was too long, and it was impossible for a sect leader to remember the seniors of the same sect from three thousand years ago.
Song Ru called an inner disciple to greet Mo Wen, and then left in a hurry, heading to the sect's ancestral hall.
Within a quarter of an hour, a sword light swept into the hall. Song Ru left and returned, but her expression was full of excitement. When she saw Mo Wen, she immediately asked: "I wonder where the ashes of Master Guan are? What is his will?"
Mo Wen looked calm and showed no joy at finding the rightful owner: "Senior Guan Xinghai is really the senior of your sect?"
Song Ru was startled for a moment, then she came to her senses and said apologetically: "Swordsman, please forgive me. I lost my composure for a moment and my words were inappropriate. Please forgive me. Swordsman is right, the ancestor of Guanxinghai is our sect."
Senior, according to the genealogy, is the ninth generation disciple of our sect. Three thousand years ago, during the Battle of Soul Seizing, he disappeared due to the sect’s retreat under the cover of Ziyun Star Pavilion in Qinglong Sword Domain. I originally thought that Master Guan’s death occurred in that battle.
I didn’t expect that there were still ashes left. I wonder where the swordsmen found the ashes of Master Guan? What did Master Guan leave behind? And what were the instructions?”
At this point, Mo Wen has completely confirmed that this Shuiyun Sword Sect is the Shuiyun Sword Sect of the Ziyun Star Pavilion in the past. However, he did not expect that the Yin Yue Sword Sect, which was a majestic fourth-level sword sect in the past, has now been reduced to almost annihilation.
It is extremely rare that the Shuiyun Sword Sect has been able to establish itself overseas for three thousand years without declining.
With a sigh in his heart, he took out a wooden box from the sword pouch, and after thinking about it, he also took out the formation plate of the three-turn Shuiyun Sword Formation and the jade slip that recorded the information about the sword formation.
"Senior Guan Xinghai has no special instructions. He just asked his ashes to be sent back to the sect. In addition, this is a set of sword formations that I got at the place where senior Guan Xinghai was buried, and they are also returned to your sect.
"
Song Ru's eyes did not linger on the urn, but fixed on the set of formation disks and jade slips handed over by Mo Wen. She took the formation disks and jade slips with an excited expression, and said excitedly after a moment:
"It's really the third-turn Shuiyun Sword Formation! With the blessing of our ancestors, I, the Shuiyun Sword Sect, still have a chance to find the complete set of the third-turn Shuiyun Sword Formation!"
Mo Wen frowned, and there was a hint of gloom in his heart. The other party actually only cared about the sword formation and ignored the ashes of Guan Xinghai. You must know that he never forgets to return to the sect until his death. His loyalty can be learned from heaven and earth.
But his younger disciples didn't seem to give him the respect he deserved. It's just that this is a family matter of the Shuiyun Sword Sect, and it's hard for him as an outsider to say anything. Guan Xinghai only asked him to return the ashes to the sect, and his mission was also
It is finally completed, and the three-turn Shuiyun Sword Formation Disk left behind by Guan Xinghai has been given to Shuiyun Sword Sect. It can be said that the benevolence and justice have been exhausted.
Putting the urn on the spiritual wood table aside, Mo Wen said directly: "Senior Guan Xinghai's last wish has been fulfilled, so I will take my leave."
Song Ru was stunned for a moment, woke up from the extreme joy, and said hurriedly: "Swordsman, why are you leaving in such a hurry? Swordsman, as a guest of the inner sect of our sect, has recovered the ashes of the sect's seniors. I owe you this kindness."
The entire Sword Sect is deeply grateful, and I should wait for a few days to show my gratitude to my fellow swordsmen for their kindness."
Mo Wen was determined to leave and refused: "Let's forget it. I have something important to do, so I won't delay."
After saying that, she turned around and walked away from the main hall. Song Ru was so anxious that she chased a few steps and said: "Swordsman, stay!"
Mo Wen stopped and frowned, "What else is there?"
Song Ru looked a little unnatural: "Well, uh, does Master Guan have anything else left? For example, the spirit sword, the sword pouch, the jade slip... Of course, this sect has no other meaning, it's just..."
Mo Wen's face immediately darkened, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Song Ru looked even more unnatural under Mo Wen's gaze, and she hesitated to speak the next words.
"Do you think I have intercepted something belonging to Senior Guan Xinghai?" Mo Wen had a hint of sarcasm on his face.
"No, no! This sect has absolutely no such intention!" Song Ru quickly denied it and said hesitantly: "This sect just thinks that Master Guan should have left something else behind, that..."
Mo Wen was too lazy to tangle with her anymore and said directly: "Senior Guan Xinghai did leave some other things, but those things were used as a reward for sending Senior Guan's ashes back to the sect. Although those things are somewhat similar to those of your sect.
It belongs to your clan, but it does not belong to your clan. I have no obligation to return it to your clan. Now that you and I are clean, let’s take our leave!”
Song Ru's eyes lit up, and she stopped in front of Mo Wen. She said eagerly: "Swordsman, you have something to say. Swordsman is the benefactor of my Shuiyun Sword Sect. How dare we embarrass swordsman? It's just that there are some things to do.
It’s important and needs to be understood by fellow swordsmen.”
Mo Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at the beautiful woman in front of him who was half a head lower than him: "Is Guizong going to stay by force?"
For some reason, Song Ru always felt frightened under Mo Wen's gaze. She had never felt that dangerous aura even when facing the ancestors of the sect. However, this matter involved the rise and fall of the sect, and she must not retreat even half a step.
Just when Song Ru was in a dilemma, three huge sword pressures descended on the hall, and then three sword rainbows swept into the hall, one in front and two in back!
The sword light dissipated, revealing three figures. The one at the front was an old man in white robes, with a complexion as ruddy as a baby, and a spiritual pressure belonging to the peak of the late Jian Yuan emanating from his body. The other two were a man and a woman.
The man in blue robe, the woman in blue robe. If Lan were here, he would have recognized an acquaintance. The man in blue robe was none other than Lan Huayun, who had a conflict with the Sword Originator of Canglan Sword Sect when Mo Wenzhu conquered Crescent Moon Island.
, the cultivation base is in the middle stage of Jianyuan, while the cultivation base of the man in green robe is in the early stage of Jianyuan.
The three ancestors of the Shuiyun Sword Sect arrived together, which was not unprecedented, but was also rare to see in a hundred years. The sword pressure of the three Sword Origin Realm enveloped the entire hall. Song Ru's cultivation at the Perfect Sword Gang Realm made his face look pale and his temples were soaked in sweat.
"Who returned the bones of our seniors?" The white-robed old man's voice was loud, and the entire empty hall was buzzing.
However, Mo Wen still felt an aura of twilight from the white-robed old man's voice. With just a glance, Mo Wen could tell that the old man's lifespan was about to expire, within the next ten years.
"Greetings, Master, Uncle, Master, Master." Song Ru reluctantly saluted.
"Don't do these false gifts." The old man in white robe waved his hand, glanced at the main hall, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Wen, as sharp as a carving knife: "Junior, are you the one who sent back the bones of our seniors?"
Mo Wen's expression did not change at all. The sword pressure of the three Jian Yuan realm masters seemed to not exist at all. He said calmly: "It's me."
"Huh?"
The white-robed old man let out a light sigh, obviously noticing the difference in Mo Wen. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a Jian Gang Realm spiritual sword master to withstand the spiritual pressure of three Jian Yuan Realm strong men, but this young man not only withstood
It seemed that he was not affected at all. After taking a closer look at Mo Wen, he confirmed that he only had the cultivation level of Jian Gang Perfection Realm, so he suppressed the ray of doubt. There are more important things now.
"Junior, where did you find the bones of Master Guan Xinghai?"
When the old man in white robe spoke, he naturally showed a questioning tone like a superior facing a subordinate.
Mo Wen suddenly realized that his trip to Shuiyun Sword Sect was a bit hasty. What was originally a very simple thing in his imagination has caused a series of troubles. Three sword ancestors have arrived at the same time. But this does not mean that he
He didn't have any timidity, but felt it was too much trouble. He didn't want to cause trouble, but the trouble came to him. This made him feel extremely angry, so he looked at the old man in white robes with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "The location is Qinglong Sword
Do you want to visit this small country on the edge of Yu Ziyunxing Pavilion?"
The old man in white robe did not expect Mo Wen to speak like this, and couldn't help but became furious: "Young man is so impudent!"
All the sword pressure from the late stage of the sword essence converged on Mo Wen. Mo Wen just had a sneer on his face and didn't even move a corner of his clothes.
At this time, everyone realized that something was wrong. If the sword pressure of the three sword ancestors was not specifically targeted and scattered, but at this moment, the old man in white robe fell all the sword pressure on Mo Wen.
An ancestor at the peak of the late Jian Yuan was pressed in front of him with his sword, his expression unchanged, almost completely ignored. Not to mention the Jian Gang realm spirit sword master, even the early and middle Jian Yuan realm spirit sword masters could not face it calmly.
Could it be that this person is hiding something secret? Several people looked at Mo Wen carefully again, and found that what was emitted from his body was indeed the perfect wave of sword energy? How could he ignore this level of sword pressure? Could it be that there was some spiritual pressure on his body that rejected the outside world?
Treasure? Yes! It must be like this, and this is the only explanation that makes sense. However, for the sake of safety, the old man in white robe also slightly put away his domineering side, and asked coldly: "Who is this junior? I am the master.
where?"
Mo Wen smiled coldly: "Nobody, just a casual cultivator."
Song Ru said at this moment: "Master Qi's uncle, don't ask, he is now the inner disciple of our Shuiyun Sword Sect. He was awarded by the sect five years ago."
"Young guest from the inner sect?" A hint of surprise flashed across the faces of the old man in white robes and the woman in green robes. Apparently they didn't expect that the person who sent back the ashes of their senior sect had such an identity.
Lan Huayun's eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Wen with some confusion. Of course, he could not forget what happened on Crescent Moon Island five years ago. He had lost all the sword diagrams he had worked so hard to refine. Mo Wen, the master of Crescent Moon Island
Asked about this name, it is absolutely unforgettable! How could it be him? I couldn't help but scream in my heart. This boy has a sword element level protector. He is probably a disciple from a fourth-level spiritual island or above, because ordinary third-level sword sects
It is impossible to be so luxurious as to send an ancestor of the Sword Origin Realm to be a bodyguard for a disciple!
No! There must be no conflict! Thinking of this, Lan Huayun coughed dryly: "Don't ask me, little friend, why do you come to our sect and I don't know what will happen next?" dd