Mo Wen looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar mausoleum at his feet, took a deep breath and fell down.
This mausoleum was built by him with his own hands, and every stone and tree has his traces. The overall structure has not changed much, but it has obviously been repaired several times, making it look more refined and solemn. The protective restrictions of the mausoleum were still arranged by him, so they can
It scares away most of the sword-gang realm spirit sword masters, but it has no effect at all in front of him, the original creator.
Silently, Mo Wen and Da Hui passed through the layers of restrictions and arrived in front of the mausoleum.
Hundreds of densely packed spiritual tablets are arranged neatly and spotlessly. At the front are the stone tablets of the parents, followed by the memorial tablets of the elders of the villa, the heads of the halls, the disciples, and the deceased relatives.
There was an incense table in front of the coffin, and the sacrifices were complete. Mo Wen took the incense candles from the incense table and lit them for his parents, and then looked at the rising smoke, seeming to see his father's seriousness and mother's love, but this
Everything was gone. Dahui felt his master's mood and turned into the size of a mastiff. He lay to the side with his tail between his legs, whimpering from time to time.
"Father, mother, you watch, I will seek justice for our Mo family. No matter how powerful the other party is, I will make them pay the price!"
Mo Wen's eyes were already filled with coldness. The main culprit who destroyed Zhujian Villa and killed his parents had almost been killed, but the real culprit who caused all this was still hidden behind the scenes. He would not let it go! Never! Maybe in the eyes of the other party, they
He is just a group of insignificant ants and never cares about their life or death, but he will let those people know that the ants' counterattack is also terrible!
"Dad, your injury hasn't healed yet. You don't have to do anything today. Just let me do it."
A crisp voice came from the mountain path below.
Mo Wen twitched his ears and used the mausoleum's many restrictions to hide himself and Da Hui's bodies.
"No, Wang'er. I have been guarding my father's tomb for thirteen years. I must clean it myself every seven days. This is a rule set by my father, but I cannot break this rule casually. Ahem..."
Two staggering figures emerged from the mountain pass below. One was tall and the other was short. The taller one was a middle-aged man. His face was pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and there was a scar on his face that was almost like a sign.
Dividing the entire face into two halves, one can barely see traces of his former handsomeness. Moreover, the middle-aged man's body was slightly bowed, and he seemed to have some difficulty in moving. A pretty girl of thirteen or fourteen years old next to him supported him and carried him on his back.
Carrying a big bamboo basket on his back, he walked up the mountain step by step.
Soon the two of them climbed up the mountain and arrived in front of the mausoleum.
"Eh? Daddy! Why are there burning incense candles here?" The girl pointed at the incense candles on the incense table and exclaimed.
Mo Yu's pupils shrank, and a fierce energy surged out of his body. The sickness in his body was swept away, and then he walked quickly to the incense table like a cheetah.
"The incense candle can't burn for more than half a quarter of an hour, who is it?" Mo Yu's heart jumped. There are many restrictions here. Even the Jian Gang Perfection Realm Spirit Sword Master cannot sneak in silently, but he can do this and has reason to go to the mausoleum.
It seems that there is only one person worshiping. Is he back?
Mo Yu raised his eyes and looked around. There was silence around the mausoleum, and no one could be seen.
"Are you leaving?" There was a trace of melancholy in Mo Yu's eyes. He naturally did not expect that the person he was looking for was standing less than three feet away from him, looking at him with a complicated expression.
"Dad, what's wrong with you? Do you know who it is? Is it a relative of our Mo family? Why has Daddy never mentioned it?" the girl asked curiously.
Mo Yu touched her head, with a touch of kindness in his eyes: "Wang'er thinks too much. Our lineage is the only one left in the Mo family now. This memorial person should be someone who has received favors from our Mo family in the past."
"Really?" The girl blinked, disbelief clearly written in her clear eyes, but she was obedient and didn't ask any more questions.
"Okay, hurry up and get to work, cough..." Mo Yu coughed lightly and took out the cleaning tools from the bamboo basket behind the girl, and walked towards the forest of steles in the mausoleum. The girl quickly followed him with the bamboo basket on her back.
.
Mo Wen stood outside, quietly looking at the busy figures in the mausoleum, with a complex and indescribable emotion surging in his chest.
Mo Wen did not disturb them, and just stood aside and watched a father and daughter cleaning the tomb. However, as time passed, a discordant voice broke the warmth and tranquility.
"Where is Mo Yu in Mojiazhuang?"
The girl's face was immediately filled with anger: "These bad guys are here again!"
Mo Yu's face darkened, and he slowly straightened his slightly curved back: "Wait here, don't go anywhere."
After saying this, a wave of sword energy with perfect sword veins erupted from the body, and the whole person was shot out like an arrow from the string, and disappeared at the pass of the mountain in a moment.
"Dad! I'm going too! Don't leave me behind again!" the girl shouted, but Mo Yu's figure had disappeared from sight. She could only stamp her feet bitterly, with tears of grievance rolling in her eyes. In the mausoleum
There are many restrictions, and without Mo Yu to pick her up, she can only stay here and dare not go.
Mo Wen looked down the mountain. As far as he could see, the fog of the mausoleum could not block it at all, and he could clearly see the scene at the foot of the mountain. There was a bit of coldness between his brows.
At the foot of the mausoleum, there is a small manor house. At this moment, an ark is suspended in the sky above the manor house. The ark is not big, only three feet long and five feet wide, but for ordinary people, it is still a small ark.
A great shock - a flying ship!
In the martial arts field of the village courtyard, Mao Rui glanced disdainfully at the cowering servants of Mojiazhuang around him, and a sense of superiority suddenly emerged. This is the gap! A pariah is a pariah, and can never be compared with the noble spirit sword master.
Feeling a little uncomfortable, Mao Rui rolled his eyes and pointed to a pretty maid not far away: "Come here!"
The maid's face turned pale, and she looked around for help. The servants around her were as if they were avoiding the plague, and no one dared to look at her. The girl was desperate and slowly moved over as if accepting her fate.
"Bitch! Haven't you had enough to eat? Are you walking so slowly?"
Mao Rui casually waved a wave of palm wind and slapped the girl on the face, knocking the girl directly to his feet.
The girl huddled on the ground and shivered, not daring to scream in pain.
"My legs are a little uncomfortable. Please give me a squeeze!" Mao Rui kicked off his legs and stretched them in front of the girl.
The girl trembled all over, got up from the ground, knelt on the ground, lifted Mao Rui's legs, and kneaded them gently. One of her cheeks was completely red and swollen, with a clear palm print, but she did not dare to cry, and the tears were only in her eyes.
Spin.
"Mao Rui! How dare you come to my Mojiazhuang to act wild!"
A loud shout came from the distance, and then a meteor was seen rushing over and crashing into the martial arts arena, and a scorching wave of sword energy swept across the entire place.
"The owner of the village!"
The swordsman and servants of Mojiazhuang immediately seemed to have a backbone and shouted in surprise.
Mo Yu stared at Mao Rui: "Mao Rui! What are you doing here again? I've already told you! The affairs of the Spirit Sword Master world have nothing to do with me! I just want to live my life in seclusion here, don't force me
Too many people!"
Mao Rui chuckled: "Master Mo, what you said is so irresponsible. As a member of the Spirit Sword Masters, how can you completely break away from the Spirit Sword Master world? You also have to understand my difficulties.
The 500th birthday of Ancestor Void is approaching. As a member of the spirit sword master community, you should show your filial piety. Since the above has given me the task of collecting tributes from casual cultivators, I must do it beautifully.
Yes, not only do I have face, but our Zhao country’s casual cultivators also have face, don’t we?”
Mo Yu suppressed the anger in his heart: "Didn't this matter be settled last month? Do you want to regret it?"
"Repent? No, no, no! How could I do such a despicable thing?" Mao Rui quickly shook his head in denial, but his voice changed: "But, last month was last month, and I ate it yesterday
We can’t treat your meal as today’s meal, right? It’s still the old rule, I’ve brought a few people with you, and if you can defeat them, I’ll leave immediately without saying a word, and the tribute thing will be ignored!”
"Mao Rui! Do you really have no sense of shame?" Mo Yu was furious. A few months ago, this Mao Rui went to Mojiazhuang and said that the ancestor of the Void was celebrating his 500th birthday.
Every spirit-cultivating swordsman needs to pay a tribute. Not to mention that he can't hand over the large list of gifts, even if he can hand it over, he won't hand it over! Why is the ancestor of the Void celebrating his birthday? It has nothing to do with him.
Would you care about such a gift? This is just a disguised form of some sects squeezing the casual cultivators of the Spirit Sword Master world!
That time, he beat Mao Rui out, but a month ago, Mao Rui came again and brought a group of helpers to fight with him, saying that if he won, he would not mention the tribute. He agreed, although in the end
Fortunately, I won, but I was seriously injured and have not recovered yet. Now Mao Rui is here again, and he is ready to repeat his same tricks!
"Master Mo, I have given you enough face, so don't be ignorant! If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the people in Mojiazhuang and your daughter!" Mao Rui's face turned red!
It also got colder.
The muscles on Mo Yu's face twitched slightly, and the scar looked particularly fresh because of the congestion. Mao Rui's words were speaking to his soft spot!
Seeing that it was almost done, Mao Rui persuaded again with earnest words: "Master Mo, you have to learn to be flexible. In fact, you don't have to work so hard. As long as you nod your head, you are willing to join my Void Sword Sect and become our guest.
Elder, of course Brother Mo doesn’t need to worry about this tribute matter.”
Mo Yu patted his waist, and a clear sword sound sounded, and then there was a red spiritual sword in his hand. He looked at Mao Rui resolutely: "Let them come."
Mao Rui didn't expect that Mo Yu would still refuse to accept the offer, and he was angry. Since he couldn't get it into his hands, he would destroy it!
"Elders, please come and learn Master Mo's sword skills."
Three figures immediately appeared on the flying boat, two were in the advanced stage of the sword vein, and one was in the perfect stage.
The three spirit sword masters jumped off the flying boat at the same time and landed in the martial arts arena.
One of the late-stage sword masters took a step forward and said, "Li Yuanqing is in Bazhou, please ask Master Mo for advice."
"Another wheel battle, so shameless." Some of the people in Mojiazhuang who were watching from a distance muttered dissatisfiedly.
Mao Rui narrowed his eyes, flicked his finger, and a sword energy shot through the air, instantly piercing the chest of the sword master who just spoke.
When the gas entered his body, his internal organs were instantly crushed to pieces, and he died tragically on the spot without even making a sound.
Mo Yu's eyes were cracked and he wanted to rush over, but was surrounded by three spirit sword masters.
"Maurui! Don't bully others too much!"
Mao Rui wiped his fingers with a towel and said calmly: "I just taught a disobedient dog a lesson. Master Mo should still worry about himself. Elder Li, what are you waiting for?"
The spirit sword master who called himself Li Yuanqing immediately flashed his spirit from his waist, took out his spirit sword and attacked Mo Yu.
Mo Yu roared angrily, and the Burning Sky Sword Qi came out of his body, and his whole body seemed to be burning with a ball of flame, and he met Li Yuanqing.
The two fought fiercely together in an instant. Li Yuanqing's cultivation level was originally far inferior to Mo Yu's, but Mo Yu's old injury had not healed and he could not exert 50% of his strength. He was unable to form an overwhelming power over Li Yuanqing, and the battle reached a stalemate.
Mao Rui snorted with disdain, Mojiazhuang will definitely be removed from the Zhao Kingdom today!
But just when the two men were fighting fiercely, a small silver-white beast appeared on the scene at some point. This little beast was only the size of a farm puppy, with shining silver scales all over its body, and a tuft of hair on its neck.
It is extremely cute. At this moment, it is squatting on the edge of the martial arts field with a naive look, staring at the competition on the field with interest.dd