"Grandpa, grandpa, they're outside the yard!" said Mu'er, gasping for breath.

"Got it. ”

"Grandpa, someone said that he was a disciple of the forty-seventh generation of the Sword Sect, called, what is Ge Xuan's. Mu'er continued.

"Got it. ”

"Grandpa, how do you know it all?" asked Mu'er.

"Because they've come in. ”

Mu Er turned her head, and sure enough, she saw that Ge Xuan and Ye Xun, who were still outside the courtyard just now, had already walked in.

"I haven't let you in yet, why did you come in?" Mu Er glared at Ge Xuan, and then looked at Ye Xun.

Ye Xun didn't speak, but Ge Xuan suddenly knelt down in front of the white-eyed old man, lowered his head and said, "Ge Xuan, the forty-seventh generation disciple of the Sword Sect, see the sect master!"

The white-eyed old man said, "Get up, it's been twenty years." Ge Xuan, do you understand?"

Ge Xuan nodded and said, "Disciple understands." ”

"Really?"

Ge Xuan nodded solemnly and said, "Yes." ”

"Grandpa, is he really a disciple of our Sword Sect?" Mu Er stood behind the white-eyed old man and pointed at Ge Xuan and asked.

The white-eyed old man nodded with a smile and whispered to Mu'er, "Mu'er, you go in first." ”

Mu'er glanced at Ye Xun again, answered, and ran to the courtyard.

"Ge Xuan, who is that person behind you?"

The white-eyed old man couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at Ye Xun's face. These old people with immortal wind bones can more or less know some Zhou Yi divination techniques.

However, the white-eyed old man couldn't see through Ye Xun's life.

He could only see that Ye Xun's life was guilty of peach blossoms, and other than that, he didn't know anything.

"Boy Ye Xun, this time I came to find the descendants of the Sword Gate. Ye Xun stood in front of the white-eyed old man and said respectfully.

Since Ge Xuan called the white-eyed old man in front of him as the master of the door, he must be the current head of the Sword Gate and Ge Xuan's master. Ye Xun felt that there was no need to hide it, so he told the truth.

Because Ye Xun's foreign company Kongwang once said that the master of the door selects talented and intelligent people from his disciples to accept them as apprentices, and after the apprentices become masters, they will accept apprentices to teach them, so as to continue.

"Then what are you looking for the descendants of the Sword Sect for?" the white-eyed old man continued to ask.

"I want to ask them to forge a knife for me. Ye Xundao.

"Oh, looking for someone from the Sword Gate to forge a sword?" said the white-eyed old man with a smile, it was the first time he had met someone looking for a sword from the Sword Gate.

"Old man, you are the master of the Sword Gate. Ye Xun said.

"Yes, my name is Mo Zhu, the forty-sixth generation master of the Sword Sect. Mo Zhudao.

Although Mo Zhu couldn't see Ye Xun's fate, he knew that Ye Xun had no malicious intent.

Because Ye Xun had no murderous aura on his body, not at all.

At this moment, the girl named Mu'er ran to Mo Zhu's side, whispered a few words to Mo Zhu, and stood aside.

Mo Zhu smiled: "Let's go to the ancestral hall first, the conference is about to start, and we will discuss this issue of yours." Mu'er, you take this Ye Xun little friend around. ”

Hearing Mo Zhu's words, Mu'er laughed happily.

In the Sword Gate, Mu'er saw the same people every day, and she felt bored. It's rare to meet a stranger this time, and it's such a beautiful man as Ye Xun, how can Mu'er let go of the opportunity to be alone with him?

Whose woman doesn't have spring, but she hasn't met someone she likes.

Ye Xun bowed politely to Mo Zhu, and then followed Mu'er inside.

Mo Zhu saw that Ye Xun had followed Mu'er far away, looked at Ge Xuan and asked, "His surname is Ye, the Ye family in the capital?"

Ge Xuan nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Who is his father?"

"The boss of the Ye family, Ye Jingluo. ”

Mo Zhu obviously didn't expect this to be the result, and said in surprise: "He can actually be Ye Jingluo......'s son?

Jianmen Ancestral Hall.

There are two large statues enshrined in the ancestral hall: Ganjiang and Mo Xie.

Underneath the statue is a sword stand with three shelfs on it, but only two swords are placed, and the middle slot is always empty.

Under the sword frame was a very old Taishi chair, and there were two rows of chairs under the hall, a total of eight.

The chairs were already filled with men, all men in their forties, all wearing sleeveless gowns, and the biceps on both arms were strong and powerful.

There were still a lot of young people standing in the hall, no one was talking to each other, and everything was very serious.

At this time, Mo Zhu took Ge Xuan to the ancestral hall, and the people sitting immediately stood up.

And the person who was standing, from the moment Mo Zhu came in, his eyes never left Mo Zhu's body.

Mo Zhu waved his hand, then sat on the Taishi chair, and smiled very kindly: "Sit down!"

Then everyone sat down, and the people who were standing also took their eyes back, and then stood straight in their positions.

Mo Zhu pointed to Ge Xuan, who was standing next to him, and said, "Do you remember him?"

There was a discussion in the hall, and the younger students were all whispering about Ge Xuan's origin, and the people sitting there all looked at each other in unison, and there were no other movements, but the joy was overflowing.

"Most of you don't know him, his name is Ge Xuan, and he is my closed disciple. He is your master's younger brother and uncle. Mo Zhu said loudly.

Ge Xuan was indeed Mo Zhu's most valued disciple, at least twenty years ago.

The disciples in the hall exclaimed, and the eight people sitting there also showed smiles on their faces, and they all greeted Ge Xuan with their eyes.

Mo Zhu waved his hand to make the people below stop talking, and the hall immediately became silent, and no one dared to open their mouths again.

As the master of a sect, Mo Zhu's prestige is very high, and the quality of his disciples is also very high, and he can do what he wants.

Mo Zhu saw that the hall had quieted down, so he said, "This is a routine meeting in the door, and there are no major issues. It's just one thing, a young man surnamed Ye asked us to help him forge a knife?"

"But we are swordsmiths, how can we forge swords for him?" said a large man sitting in the hall.

The one who spoke was the senior brother among Mo Zhu's nine disciples, who was not afraid, upright, and upright.

The other seven people also echoed Mo Bu Fear. They think that Mo Bu's words are indeed reasonable, and it seems a bit unreasonable to let the swordsmith cast the sword!

"But his surname is Ye!" Mo Zhu said lightly.

"Could it be that he is from the Ye family in the capital?" asked Mo Zhengqi, who was the third in line, it seemed that things were not as simple as everyone imagined.

Mo Zhu nodded.

"Do you know his exact identity, sect master?" Mo Zhengqi continued to ask, he was the smartest of Mo Zhu's nine disciples.

"His name is Ye Xun, and he is the grandson of Ye Zhengliang and the son of Ye Jingluo. Mo Zhu paused and said, "His grandfather is Sikong Wang of the Sikong family!"

"Then isn't his mother ......" Mo Bu was afraid to blurt out, glanced at Ge Xuan beside Mo Zhu, and swallowed back the words that had already reached his mouth.

"Yes, his mother is Sikong Qing who turned the capital upside down back then!"

Ge Xuan said, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

......

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