Night.

It's late at night.

The sword flickered silver in the light.

Holding the sword was a pair of very old hands covered with green tendons. Although he is an old man, his fingers are still nimble.

With these hands, as long as he thinks about it, there is nothing that cannot be cast, so his name is Mo Zhu.

However, what Mo Zhu was holding in his hand was a mutilated sword, which was broken in the middle.

Three-foot green edge, only one foot remaining.

Mo Zhu stroked the broken place on the sword, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile. However, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of loneliness.

Today's Sword Gate is no longer as deep-rooted as it used to be, the times are changing, and if they remain the same, they are destined to be eliminated. Twenty years ago, Mo Zhu had the opportunity to walk out of this land with the Sword Gate, but unexpectedly he was framed, and dozens of Sword Gate elites drifted away.

This is the pain that the people in the Sword Gate will never get rid of, and they have never forgotten this hatred.

It's not that you don't report it, it's not time yet.

There was a sound of wind at the door, and Mo Zhu knew that it was Ye Xun coming, but he didn't stop his movements.

But Mo Zhu's eyes suddenly gave birth to a trace of longing, a glimmer of hope.

What exactly is he longing for, what is he expecting?

Mo Zhu only knew that his decision would entangle Jianmen and Ye Xun tightly, one with glory and one with loss.

It was a big gamble, and Mo Zhu had already put all his bets on the table. What he has to do now is to have a good talk with that kid named Ye Xun about forging knives, and then leave everything in the future to future generations to witness.

After the sword slave walked in with Ye Xun, he retreated again.

"Sit down. Mo Zhu said lightly, with a smile remaining on the corner of his mouth.

Ye Xun sat down opposite Mo Zhu very politely, neither humble nor arrogant.

Mo Zhu put down the broken sword in his hand, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured two cups of tea. Mo Zhu smiled and said, "Ye Xiaoyou, it's getting late now. Come, have a cup of tea to refresh yourself. ”

Ye Xun took the tea handed over by Mo Zhu with both hands, smelled it, and gently put it on the table. Mo Zhu didn't care, picked up the teacup and took a big sip, as if it was not tea, but good wine.

Mo Zhu moistened his mouth and said, "Ye Xiaoyou, you said that you want to cast a knife, so do you have the materials?"

Ye Xun said happily: "Yes, I have a dagger." After speaking, Ye Xun carefully handed the Cold Moon Blade he was carrying with him to Mo Zhu.

Mo Zhu took the dagger in his hand and looked at it carefully, then handed it back to Ye Xun and said, "Do you have a name for this dagger?"

"Cold Moon Blade. Ye Xundao.

When Mo Zhu heard this name, he frowned and said, "But when Jing Ke assassinated Qin back then, the poisonous dagger that Jing Ke held?"

Ye Xun nodded and said, "I also got it by accident, after such a long time, the poison on the dagger has long been dissipated." ”

Mo Zhu's brows were still furrowed, and he said, "However, it's not all Jing Ke's poisonous dagger Cold Moon Blade, and the style is not like it." ”

Ye Xun said with a smile: "Old Man Mo really has good eyesight, this has been re-forged, and many modern technologies have been added to it. I really couldn't think of a good name, so I just used its old name. ”

Mo Zhu said with a smile: "I see, but our sword gate uses traditional craftsmanship. Starting from Ou Yezi, the ancestor and Mo Yezi's master, the sword-casting process of our sword gate has always been the best among all the swordsmiths. We have also been using the secret skills passed down by Ouyezi, and after thousands of years, a complete set of sword casting technology has been formed, which is not possible with modern technology. ”

Ye Xun nodded approvingly.

Mo Zhu said: "If Ye Xiaoyou can trust our Sword Gate, then our Sword Gate will definitely cast a peerless sword for Ye Xiaoyou!"

Ye Xun received Mo Zhu's exact reply, and said happily: "Of course I can trust it, my grandfather can trust the Sword Gate, I am naturally convinced." ”

Ye Xun held the Cold Moon Blade in both hands and handed it to Mo Zhu, and said respectfully: "Then please ask Old Man Mo for the matter of casting the knife!"

Mo Zhu took the Cold Moon Blade and laughed, "Good, good, good...... Ahh

Mo Zhu suddenly became angry and fell backwards, and the Cold Moon Blade was also thrown to the ground. Mo Zhu fell to the ground gasping for breath, pointed to the teapot on the table with both hands, and passed out, not knowing life and death.

At this moment, there was a "pop" sound from next door, as if a vase or something fell to the ground and shattered.

"Old man Mo, old man Mo!"

No matter how Ye Xun called, Mo Zhu was still motionless, and he didn't look like he wanted to wake up. Ye Xun probed his hand to Mo Zhu's nostrils, and could only feel extremely slight breathing.

Ye Xun took Mo Zhu's hand again to check his pulse, only to feel that the pulse was disordered, and Mo Zhu's body temperature was gradually dropping, and his body was slowly becoming very stiff.

"Bang!"

Just when Ye Xun was checking Mo Zhu's pulse, Mu Er suddenly ran in from outside and said loudly: "What happened, how did I hear the sound of the vase falling to the ground?" Ye Xun turned his head to look at Mu Er, and Mu Er found that there was an old man lying on the ground, with white eyebrows and silver hair, who was not his grandfather!

Mu'er ran over and pushed Ye Xun away, hugged Mo Zhu and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that his grandfather was not angry in the slightest, Mu'er cried and yelled at Ye Xun next to him, "You...... What the hell did you do to my grandfather, and why did he become like this?"

Ye Xun's face was cold, and he said hurriedly: "I don't know what's going on." However, the top priority now is to save Old Man Mo. ”

"Someone, someone, help!" Mu'er cried loudly and kept shouting.

"Mu'er, calm down first. You go and help me get that little cloth bag of mine, and I'm going to do first aid for your grandfather. Ye Xun said calmly, now only by saving Mo Zhu first can he know who the real murderer is behind the scenes!

Mu'er cried and shouted, "You go away, you are a murderer, you are the one who made my grandfather like this." Come on!"

Ye Xun saw that Mo Zhu's face became more and more pale, if he didn't save him, the horror was that Hua Tuo was alive, and it would be difficult to save his life! Ye Xun looked at Mu'er who was crying again, it was really not a wise choice to talk to her now.

Ye Xun was ruthless, slashed at the back of Mu Er's head with a hand knife, and then flattened Mo Zhu's body on the ground. Then he turned and ran downstairs, he was going to get the gold needle he had brought with him, and he wanted to leave him the gold needle!

When Mu Er was crying in the small building, Mo Zhu's eight disciples all came downstairs, and Ge Xuan was also beside him, followed by countless Sword Sect disciples holding torches.

"Third brother, what now?" Senior Brother Mo was not afraid to ask Mo Zhengqi next to him, Third Senior Brother Mo Zhengqi was the brainchild of the Sword Gate, and it was only appropriate for him to make the idea.

"Let's go up!" Mo Zhengqi said loudly after a little thought.

"But the small building of the door master is a sword gate! we didn't order to go up without permission, that is a capital crime. And maybe it's Mu'er's little girl who is receiving the master's education!"

"I don't see it, at least the cry doesn't look like it! No matter, I have to go up, if it's really what you said, then I'm not willing to die!" Mo Zhengqi said loudly, and ran upstairs after speaking.

Mo Bu paused and led everyone to follow.

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To be continued, the next chapter will be more exciting!

PS: Ahead of schedule, the third !!