The young head of the Mo family was injured, which was not a small matter for the entire Mo family.

The ins and outs of the matter, these Mo family elders naturally have to figure it out.

At this time, after learning what happened, Mo Qinghai, the elder of the Mo family, couldn't help but stand up and persuade Mo Wuji in a deep voice.

Mo Wuji sneered: "Why, even the second uncle thinks that my Zhonghai Mo family has already declined, and it is not as good as a fledgling Chu Yun stinky boy?"

Mo Wuji was angry in his heart, and even when he spoke at this time, he was tingling.

The previous humiliation was too great for Mo Wuji.

Just for the sake of a fledgling young man, Beichen actually knelt down and bowed to Chu Yun regardless of his friendship with the Mo family. And He Wujian was even more excessive, not afraid of the majesty of the Mo family at all, just because his words offended the young man, he actually beat himself.

What does this mean?

This undoubtedly means that in Beichen's eyes and He Wuji's eyes, they are not as good as an unknown teenager in the Haimo family?

Mo Wuji has always been arrogant, how can he swallow such a vicious anger?

Mo Qinghai shook his head: "Wuji, I didn't mean that." ”

"Although the identity of this person in your mouth is extraordinary, if my Mo family is trying to deal with him, I can also bring this person down. ”

"But have you ever considered how big the price will be?"

"This son can make Beichen and even He Wuqian kneel and worship, at least it is also the cultivation of the grandmaster. ”

"Grandmasters are like dragons, even if we are the Mo family, if we want to get rid of a grandmaster, we will inevitably have to pay a huge price. ”

"We've spent a lot of money, just for your battle of wills, or is it just for that Miss Ren?"

"The return is not proportional. Therefore, I suggest that the matter be left at that. ”

"You, including my Mo family, don't provoke that major general of the military region in the future. ”

Mo Qinghai is not a martial artist, he is a businessman. The property in the clan is almost taken care of by him.

After all, he is a businessman, and he almost always looks at things from the perspective of interests.

And dealing with Chu Yun, in Mo Qinghai's opinion, is undoubtedly a loss-making business.

However, in the face of Mo Qinghai's persuasion, Mo Wuji snorted coldly: "Second uncle, people live a breath." Family, not business. Not everything is just about profit. ”

"This time, if I retreat, our Mo family, where will we have face?"

"But Mowgli, he's a grandmaster. Your father is not in the family now, you are a junior, what to do with him?" Mo Qinghai still persuaded Mo Wuji to wait for his father to return and discuss this matter in the long run.

Their Mo family, although there is a Wuji Sword Saint with the title of Grandmaster.

But if you investigate it, now this Zhonghai Mo family was established by Mo Tian, the younger brother of the Sword Saint, and it has little to do with Mo Wuji. Therefore, although the Mo family advertises that it is a martial arts family, the martial arts power in the family is not strong.

In addition to Mo Wuji, the strongest in the Mo family is only a strong person, and there is not even a grandmaster.

However, relying on the connections of the Sword Saint, in this Huaxia, there are many grandmasters and even titled grandmasters who have a lot of friendship and relationship with the Mo family, and promise to be willing to protect the Mo family for the Sword Saint.

Therefore, relying on these connections, the Mo family can indeed invite a strong person at the grandmaster level. But a strong man of this level, Mo Wuji, a junior, has not enough prestige, so naturally he can't be invited.

"Those who are strong in the Grandmaster, only your father can invite to help with the fist. So, Wuji, listen to the second uncle, calm down first, and wait for your father to come back. ”

Mo Qinghai moved with affection, knew with reason, and persuaded repeatedly.

But where could Mo Wuji listen: "Wait? Wait, I'm afraid that the bastard boy will flee back to Jiangdong." ”

"Second uncle, this matter can't wait. ”

"But your father is not in the family?" Mo Qinghai said bitterly.

"Second uncle, you forgot, in the Mo family, in addition to my father, there is another person who is more qualified to invite the Sect Master. ”

Mo Wuji's face was gloomy and he whispered.

Mo Qinghai's face changed immediately: "You mean, old man?"

At this time, Mo Wuji had already walked out of the hall and walked along the road in the courtyard to the depths of the family.

Unlike the luxurious decoration outside, the furnishings in the depths of the courtyard are simple and plain.

A stone table, a few stone benches.

There are a few cypress trees outside, and green bamboos are dotted.

Between the bamboos and cypresses, there is a low bungalow.

Mo Wuji walked here, but he knelt down outside the room and worshipped: "Grandpa, grandson Wuji, come to visit." ”

There was silence for a long time, only the cold wind was cold, and the pine and bamboo swayed lightly.

Finally, a voice full of the vicissitudes of time quietly came out of the room.

"It's Mowgli, come in. ”

"Yes, Grandpa. ”

Mo Wuji replied respectfully, then got up and walked into the room.

In the room, the furnishings are also very simple.

A table, a sandalwood chair, a bed, a few photos, and a gray-haired old man.

Yes, the old man in front of him is the younger brother of the Sword Saint Mo Wuji, Mo Tian.

After seeing the old man, Mo Wuji immediately knelt down and begged bitterly: "Grandpa, please make the decision for your grandson!"

"Huh?" the old man raised his eyebrows and asked suspiciously, "Wuji, what's wrong, get up and speak." ”

"Grandpa, my grandson likes a woman, but he was robbed of love by a thief and injured dozens of people in my Mo family. ”

"He has a grandmaster cultivator, a major general in the military region, and his grandson is incompetent and difficult to resist, so he can only ask his grandfather to go out of the mountain and make decisions for his grandson!"

Mo Wuji's eyebrows and eyes were red, full of sadness.