"Let's go!" Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows, and as he spoke, he had already walked quickly towards Xianglong Temple, and when he passed by Wu Chenzi and the others, he stretched out his hand and lifted the two of them in his hand.

"Little brute, you'd better find out the situation for me! Seeing that you are so skilled, you should be a member of the military department, and I am a member of the military department! If you don't want to let the military department and the military department have a dispute because of you, now quickly let Dao Ye and me go, and obediently make amends to me!"

Wu Chenzi Lao Dao was held in his hand by Mo Wentian like an eagle catching a chicken, and his heart was already full of anger, but he was powerless to struggle, so he could only grit his teeth and threaten there.

Mo Wentian didn't pay any attention to it, as if Wu Chenzi's words were like a fart.

"Little brute, Dao Ye I'm talking to you, did you hear it? It's too late to regret it now, if it's too late, don't blame Dao Ye for not reminding you! If you offend someone from the military department, you definitely can't afford the consequences!"

The more Mo Wentian was silent, the more Wu Chenzi was convinced that the other party was afraid of his military identity, and the more he shouted.

"Bang Bang ......"

"I don't want to die, just shut up for me!"

In front of the mountain gate of Xianglong Temple, Mo Wentian slapped the foul mouth that Wu Chenzi, who was scolding and scolding, into his stomach, and then threw his master and apprentice to the ground casually, and gave a cold warning.

Does this guy really dare to slap himself? How dare he hit someone from the military department?

Wu Chenzi was speechless for an instant, but he really shut up obediently.

"A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses", he is a lot old and not stupid, so he naturally won't hit the muzzle.

The mountain gate was open, and at a glance, in addition to the old monk Kongyun and his little apprentice, there was another figure inside.

A figure that looked to be in his early thirties and was dressed in uniform.

Mo Wentian raised his eyebrows, subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, and an elusive cold light flashed in his deep eyes, locking the young figure in front of him.

Shen Yuechun, although he has no military exploits, but because he is the son of Shen Conglong, the second elder of the Xia Cabinet, he is a son and a father, and he has become the actual leader of the military department at a young age!

The momentum of that person in high position alone was already overwhelming.

"Don't come unharmed, General Mo!" Shen Yuechun turned around slowly, glanced at Mo Wentian, and said lightly.

Zhou Yingxue was also oppressed by Shen Yuechun's breath of the superior person, but when she saw the old monk of Kongyun behind the latter, her face was discolored, and she couldn't care about anything else, so she immediately rushed over, and at the same time let out an exclamation-"Great monk, come down!"

The old monk Kongyun was sitting on a pile of dry firewood three feet high, and the little monk standing next to him was holding a torch that was "crackling" and spitting black smoke.

"Snow girl, the old monk expected that you would come today, so he specially waited for you here!" The old monk Kongyun folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, and said indifferently: "Ten years ago, your father died at my hand, and today, the old monk has repaid this debt!"

Zhou Yingxue had just taken five steps, and when she heard the old monk Kongyun say this, the figure that rushed over suddenly stopped, looking at the old monk Kongyun with a pale face, her mouth opened, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't speak.

"Your Excellency God of War, the old monk has been in the empty gate for ten years with guilt, just to wait for you to arrive! Before dying today, I only ask you for two things......" The old monk of Kongyun looked at Mo Wentian, who was facing Shen Yuechun at the door.

Mo Wentian's eyes narrowed for three points and looked at the old monk Kongyun.

"There are clouds in the red dust: 'The bird is dying and its song is mourning, and the man's words are true'. This is the old monk's closed disciple, the law name forgot the sword, the old monk is considered to be his fate, and I hope that the god of war can be taken under his command, let him go with you to the border to protect the peace of the party!

After the old monk Kongyun said this sentence lightly, regardless of whether Mo Wentian agreed or not, his right hand was waved, and a gust of wind suddenly rolled down the torch in the hand of the little monk beside him, and the dry firewood stack that had been poured with oil instantly ignited.

"Don't!"

Zhou Yingxue, who came back to her senses, let out a heart-rending shout, and then fainted.

first suddenly heard the news that his father had died, and then saw that the old monk who was the only one who knew the news of his father also set himself on fire, where could Zhou Yingxue bear it for a while?

"The dignified commander of the military department, but he came to this small temple in the deep mountains and old forests to hurt people's lives, what does this mean?" From beginning to end, Mo Wentian did not step forward, but at the moment when Zhou Yingxue fainted, he stretched out his arm and hugged him in his arms, and his attention was all focused on Shen Yuechun in front of him.

The same is true for Shen Yuechun.

"The military department has its own reason for acting, when do you need to report to the Tiance Army? In addition, you have already aroused public outrage by killing people in the Chu River for several days! Don't forget, your duty is to guard the territory at the border and defend against the enemy outside the country, not to slaughter the countrymen here!"

Shen Yuechun's tone was cold, and he reprimanded him righteously.

Mo Wentian smiled faintly and said: "You are in charge of the military department and shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the four national gates, why did you appear in this place where the sword of the king is hiding? Could it be that the military department also covets the sword of the king, and you want to get it quickly?"

Shen Yuechun's face changed slightly, and he immediately returned to normal, snorted coldly, and did not make a sound.

There is no denial, which naturally means acquiescence.

"I'm slaughtering the people of the country in Chujiang? What a big hat! But I would like to advise you, if your military department still wants to act like it did back then, don't blame me for being ruthless! Don't forget the mission of the Tiance Army, to reject strong enemies outside and eliminate national thieves inside!"

Mo Wentian deliberately bit the word "national thief" very hard.

"Presumptuous!" Shen Yuechun was furious.

"In that case, please do it! Forget the sword, let's go!"

After Mo Wentian said lightly, he picked up Zhou Yingxue, who was unconscious, greeted the little monk who was sitting beside the old monk, and turned to leave.

The little monk faced the old monk of Kongyun and folded his hands and recited a Buddha name, turned around and followed behind Mo Wentian, without a trace of nostalgia.

"Arrogance! It's just arrogant! Even the military department might as well be in the eyes! Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being unkind to you! The affairs of the military department and the Tiance Army will never be over!" Shen Yuechun looked at Mo Wentian and left after saying a cruel word, not putting himself in his eyes at all, and suddenly became angry, and ordered to the two masters and apprentices of Wuchenzi who fell at the door: "Pass my order, mobilize three thousand divine machine troops nearby, dig three feet into the ground in Xianglong Temple, and find out the king's sword!"

"Save the Great Monk!"

When Zhou Yingxue woke up, she was already on her way back to the city. Before he opened his eyes, he exclaimed such a sentence, and when he opened his eyes, he saw clearly that he and Mo Wentian and the little monk who forgot the sword were already in the car.

"Barbarian, the great monk he...... He ...... "Zhou Yingxue still couldn't accept the fact that the old monk Kongyun had already sat down, and looked at Mo Wentian with tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to hear a negative answer from his mouth.

Mo Wentian shook his head and sighed.

Although the old monk Kongyun only had a few words before his death, the amount of information was amazing, and the special thing was that it also involved the death of Zhou Yingxue's father, which was even more confusing.

He killed Zhou Yingxue's father, but from ten years ago when her father was alive, he specially took her to visit the old monk Kongyun, judging from this alone, there should be no deep hatred between the two.

Otherwise, Zhou Yingxue's father would not be stupid enough to take his daughter to the enemy's door.

However, the bird will die and its song will mourn, and the words of the person will die are also true, this is what the old monk of Kongyun said personally, and there will be no falsehood.

"Your father's matter, as well as the reason why this Kongyun Master sat down, I'm just afraid of ...... By the way, forget the sword, do you know the reason?" Mo Wentian suddenly asked the little monk who had been clasping his hands together and his eyes closed.

"Master only ordered me to follow the God of War, and nothing else was mentioned to me......" The little monk who forgot the sword opened his eyes and glanced at Mo Wentian, and after replying respectfully, he returned to his state of concentration again. It seems that there is nothing in this world that can move this little monk who is as cold as iron a little, even if he just watched his master Kongyun Great Monk pass away, he just recited a Buddha name!

"By the way, barbarian, I just heard you mention a sword in a daze, that guy is here to take the sword, right? You didn't let him take it, did you?" Zhou Yingxue suddenly seemed to remember something, patted her forehead and asked anxiously.

Mo Wentian smiled faintly and said, "Are you so afraid that he will take the sword away?"

"That's right, that guy is very bad, he forced the old monk to death, and the clue to my father was also broken, alas, ......" Zhou Yingxue sighed faintly and stopped talking.

Although the memory of her father was interrupted ten years ago, and she and her mother have never heard from her father in the past ten years, and they have slowly accepted the fact that he is no longer alive, but suddenly listening to others, especially his father's friend Kongyun, who has always respected him, tell himself that his father has passed away and was killed by him, which completely broke the glimmer of hope in Zhou Yingxue's heart, how can he accept it calmly?

Mo Wentian also didn't say anything, but looked back at the little monk who forgot the sword in the back seat with a complicated expression, but fell into another sadness.

He never thought that the actual leader of the dignified Xia Kingdom's military department would suddenly appear in Chu Jiang, and he came for the sword of the king!

The sword of the king was left by Ye Dashuai, who established the country of Xia, and has always been regarded as an artifact of the town, and the folk rumors are even more miraculous - as long as you get the sword of the king, you can rise to prosper, and your official fortune will be prosperous, until the prince!

However, since the establishment of the Xia Kingdom, the sword of the king has evaporated from the world and has never appeared in the eyes of the world again. There are only dozens of hiding places where the King's Sword may be rumored to be in the city, and this Xianglong Temple is also one of them.

However, there are thousands of people who covet the sword of the king, and some people even rummage through all the rumored places where the sword may be hidden, but they have not seen any trace of it, and the craze for the sword hunt has slowly subsided.

But who would have thought that after many years, Shen Yuechun, the actual head of the Xia State Military Department, would personally come to Chujiang to find the sword of the king!

Could it be that the sword of the king is really in Chu Jiang? Once it appears, what kind of bloody wind will it bring?

As the supreme commander of the Tiance Army, Mo Wentian had already developed an unusual sensitivity, and in this seemingly ordinary but extremely abnormal thing, he immediately thought of the stability of mountains and rivers.

Then, Mo Wentian's mind flashed in his mind what the sphenoid bone doctor Shennong Zhiqiu said before parting, Martial God Shi Dare was in some trouble and needed him to go to Stone City!

Let the Sphenoid Bone Doctor Immortal go to Stone City, could it be that Martial God Shi dares to be in poor health? If this is the case, then wouldn't the second gate he guarded be ......

"The sword of the king, the little monk who forgets the sword, the old monk Kongyun wants to be under his command when he is dying, could it be that this little monk is actually ......"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Mo Wentian's mind like a lightning bolt in the night, making him instantly agitated, and subconsciously glanced at the little monk who forgot the sword behind him.

"It seems that this old monk of Kongyun is not an ordinary monk! I will retrieve his information from the intelligence system of the Tiance Army and check it later, maybe there will be some new discoveries......

Thinking of this, Mo Wentian breathed a sigh of relief and temporarily pressed this article in his heart.