Darkness gradually fills the sky. Countless stars broke through the night and shone in the sky.

Mo Wen looked up at the bright starry sky, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a faint evil smile. Because not long ago, he had successfully purified the evil dragon poison.

With Mo Wen's heart, it was expected that he would successfully purify the evil dragon poison. Although it is worth being happy, it does not make him look happy, and even feel a little proud.

The reason is none other than him, this purification not only allowed Mo Wen to successfully eradicate the evil dragon poison accumulated in his body for many years, but also allowed him to get back the Xuan Qi essence that had been absorbed and devoured by the evil dragon poison over the years.

It can be known that Mo Wen himself is a top family in the Imperial City, and the eldest son of the Mo family naturally has a lot of cultivation resources. In addition, over the years, the people of the Mo family have piled up an unknown number of cultivation resources for him because of Mo asking about the meridians.

And most of these cultivation resources, after being purified by Mo Wen's body essence, were absorbed and devoured by the evil dragon poison.

Now the dragon poison has been purified. The essence energy in it naturally returned to Mo Wen's body.

Under this opportunity, Mo Wen's cultivation suddenly improved by leaps and bounds.

Starting from zero, without any level, he suddenly climbed to the peak of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

If it weren't for Mo Wen's deathly pressure, it is estimated that these energies would allow him to directly break through the Qi Cultivation Realm and step into the Qi Building Realm.

That's the pinnacle of Qi Cultivation Realm. Most of their peers don't know how many years of cultivation they have to reach the realm.

But don't ask, in just one night, he went from no cultivation to the peak of the Qi Cultivation Realm.

If you let outsiders know, you won't be shocked and your jaw drops.

Whether it's the matter of the evil dragon's poison, or the matter of recovering one's own cultivation. Mo Wen didn't plan to mention it to anyone, including close relatives and friends.

After the first life, Mo Wen knows that only he is the most reliable in this world.

......

Early the next morning, Mo Wen got up early. After some simple washing, Mo Wen played a set of ancient Chinese Taijiquan according to the habits of his previous first life.

Halfway through the fight, a sudden shout came into Mo Wen's inner courtyard. Immediately afterwards, an old man who was over half a hundred years old paced the door and came in, and after seeing Mo Wen, he said:

"Little master, you can wake up. The young master came back from the border this morning, and is now waiting for you in the study. ”

"Young Master......" Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, looking confused, and then thought about it seriously.

"Oh~ It turned out to be my father. ”

The memories of Mo Wen III before all of a sudden, sometimes it was really difficult to distinguish. For what the old man said just now, Mo Wen also took a little time to understand.

After a short period of thought, Mo Wen responded directly to the old man who reported the news, and then went straight to his father's study.

......

"Ask, come in directly. ”

Outside the study, just as Mo Wen wanted to knock on the door, a deep and strong voice came from the room.

After Mo Wen heard this, he directly pushed the door and entered.

What greeted him was a man with his hands behind his back, his back straight, his long black hair scattered on his white clothes, and only a white belt tied the long hair in front of him behind his head. The whole body exudes a cold and arrogant aura like a sword.

This is his father Mo Yao, the first swordsman of the younger generation in the Imperial City.

When Mo Yao saw Mo Wen's arrival, the cold and arrogant momentum on his body was instantly contracted back by him. What followed was a look of love and warmth.

Mo Yao looked at Mo Yao all over his body, and then asked with concern: "I heard your uncles say that you were injured outside yesterday, are you okay now?"

"It's okay to ask for it, the injury you suffered yesterday is just a trivial matter, just rest for a while. Mo Wen said to Mo Yao, bowing down.

For this father, Mo Wen, who has gone through three lifetimes now, can't have too much emotion for him. But in my previous memory, this father was quite good to himself.

Father and grandfather are both outstanding members of a generation in Great Xia, and their cultivation talents can be regarded as demonic existences, and their reputation is also extremely high in Great Xia. But when he came to himself, he was a waste whose meridians were blocked and he couldn't cultivate.

But neither father nor grandfather ever showed any dissatisfaction or disgust in front of Mo Wen. It's even the image of Mo Qian, who has been defending them outside. Otherwise, the name of the Mo family is a joke to the outside world.

Father and grandfather have also been trying to solve the problem of Mo Wen's inability to cultivate and blocked meridians for so many years. For this reason, many famous doctors have also been found to come to check for Mo Wen, and many methods have been used. But it never worked.

Gradually, my father and grandfather no longer had any requirements and hopes for Mo Wen. The only thing they hope for is that Mo Wen can marry Princess Yunxi back to the Mo family, and the two can grow old together and live a safe and happy life.

Mo Wen also knows very well what his own Lao Tzu and the old man think. In the past, he was doing the same thing. But now, his mind has changed......

Mo Wen looked at Mo Yao with a sincere face, his expression serious and serious. Then he waved his robe with both hands, knelt down with both knees bent, and stretched his head and front body to the ground, until his head touched the ground.

After a moment, Mo Wen raised his head, his knees still kneeling, but his waist was already straight. Arching his hands, he said resolutely:

"Father, the child has decided. Ask about the marriage between Er and Princess Yunxi, and stop it. From then on, she crossed her sunny road, and I walked my single-plank bridge, and the two had nothing to do with each other. ”

When Mo Yao heard this, he was a little stunned, or he was stunned by Mo Wen's sudden words. Looking out the window, he thought for a long time, and then said:

"Have you figured it out?"

It was just a few simple words, without asking too much about the reason, and without any objection, just asking Mo again to confirm the decision he had made.

The boy thought about it seriously. This marriage, I will quit!" Mo asked solemnly, and said with a resolute face.

"Now that you've figured it out, go ahead. All the big things are for your father and your grandfather, and you don't have to worry about other things!" Mo Yao looked at his son and said proudly.

In fact, Yun Xi's attitude towards Mo Wen, Mo Yao didn't fail to see it. It's just that Mo Wen also had a love for Yun Xi before, so Mo Yao didn't interfere too much and let the younger generation solve it by themselves.

And now, Mo Wen has resolutely withdrawn from the marriage, and Mo Yao will do his best to support Mo Wen.

This is the attitude of Mo Wen's father, Mo Yao!

It is also the attitude of the entire Mo family!

Then, Mo Yao took down a sword that hung on a wall in the study.

This sword is blue-black, the sword body is slender, revealing a faint cold light, the blade is sharp and dazzling, and the hilt is also engraved with a simple Mo character.

However, Mo Wen didn't understand the sword, but the first feeling that this sword gave Mo Wen was that he was old and full of a sense of age.

"This is definitely not a simple sword. This was the first feeling in Mo Wen's heart.

Mo Yao seemed to see through what Mo Wen was thinking, and said to Mo Wen lightly. "This sword is called the Mo Evil Sword. It has been passed down from generation to generation by the ancestors, and the ancestors have a rule that only when the next generation of inheritors is an adult and qualified, will the sword be handed over to the next successor to pass on. When your grandfather handed it over to me, I was eighteen years old. ”

"But now, although you are underage, you also know how to make decisions for your life's work, and you can be regarded as grown. ”

"The marriage between you and Yunxi was decided before you were born. Whether it is me or His Majesty the Emperor, this is the promise we have made, and no one will change it, and the only people who really change this matter are the two of you. ”

"Therefore, your palace divorce this time, only you acted alone, and neither I nor your grandfather participated. ”

"And once you walk outside with this sword, it represents not just you, but the entire Mo family. Everything you do with this sword also represents the will of the entire Mo family. ”

Mo Yao finally asked righteously: "So, do you still want to take this sword?"

Mo Wen stood up, looked at the sword for a long time, and finally stretched out his hands in front of his chest and solemnly took the sword in his hand from Mo Yao's hand.

Mo asked after taking the sword with both hands. The sword body shook, and a feeling of heaviness and powerlessness instantly hit Mo Wen's mind. The old and simple atmosphere occupied Mo Wen's entire mind.

"Get down on your knees ......!"

As soon as the two words sounded, Mo Wen suddenly felt his knees bend uncontrollably.

"Get down on your knees, little hairy boy!"

Mo Wen's mind sounded like a roaring voice this time. This time it's deeper and heavier than the last.

Mo Wen suddenly felt as if his body was being oppressed by a mountain, and he couldn't resist. Seeing his knees pressing down little by little, the sweat on Mo Wen's forehead kept dripping down, his face was flushed, and his face was hideous.

Mo asked not to know what he was holding on to and why. But Mo Wen just doesn't want to submit to anyone like this, let alone that you are just a utensil. The humble ending of Mo Wen in the first life completely triggered the self-esteem and stubbornness hidden in Mo Wen's essence.

"My life is up to me, not you!"

"You want me to kneel, you ...... in the next life!" Mo Wen gritted his teeth and spit out these words. The sweat continued to drip down, and his face became more red and swollen, but his knees were already rising little by little.

At this time, a clear voice came into Mo Wen's mind.

"Blood stains the sword, and the sword is poured with blood. The sword is bloodthirsty, the man holds the sword, and the man and the sword are one. With the sword as the weapon, the person as the mainstay, and the blood is connected. ”

This is a contract between man and instrument.

After Mo Wen heard this, he held the hilt of the Mo word sword, and the sword body came out of the sheath in an uproar, and the cutting between the sword and the air hissed through the wind. Bright red blood slowly slid from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the arrow. Then it ticked to the ground.

Everything around him became very quiet, and Mo Xie Jian didn't react at all, as if he was sucking in to his heart's content. Mo Wen also let the blood slowly flow on the sword body, and the deep blood on the palm of his hand was shocking.

After a long time, Mo Wen finally couldn't hold it and was about to slow down and fall, Mo Yao took a flash step and supported Mo Wen with both hands.

The voice was extremely gentle, and he hugged Mo Wen in his arms, and smiled with relief: "Ask, enough, you are doing well, let's rest well." ”

Mo Wen's whole body was weak, his consciousness was gradually lost, and his eyelids were heavy and drooping, but before he finally lost consciousness, Mo Wen saw his father's relieved, proud and gentle look on him, which Mo Wen wanted to see many times in his dreams.

"It's all worth it!" Mo Wen thought to himself, and then fell asleep completely.