On this day, Mo Wen woke up from his sleep, and when he woke up, he saw a person lying on his face, and he was immediately startled and slapped him.

"Bah, little cub, you dare to beat Lao Tzu. ”

Mo Wen coughed lightly: "That, uncle, what were you doing just now, scare me, I'll ......"

", Lao Tzu has thought of a way. ”

"Uncle, is this true?" Mo asked Daxi and jumped up suddenly.

"How could Lao Tzu lie to you kid, hum, what uncle you tell him, what he can't solve, Lao Tzu has already solved!" Qin Xiaotian had a proud look on his face.

"Uncle, what is the solution?"

"Hey, hey, hey, it's still Kowloon!"

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth twitched: "Uncle, I said it all, I can't practice, even if I can practice, I don't know how long." ”

"Of course it's not that simple, you don't need to practice this time!"

"Don't you need me to practice?"

"Nine Dragons Change, to practice to the fullest, in your current terms, it will take at least twenty or thirty years, at that time, Lao Tzu died of old age, so, I think, I will practice by myself, after I practice, the Nine Dragons Transformation skills will be transferred to you, isn't it over? hahaha. ”

Mo Wen was stunned for a moment: "Uncle......"

"Tell you, Lao Tzu has been impacting the last layer of the Nine Dragons in the past few days, and he is about to break through, and he will be able to cure your meridian problems immediately, by the way, don't bother Lao Tzu, you see that bastard again, tell him that Lao Tzu is 10,000 times more powerful than him!"

Watching Qin Xiaotian disappear in a frenzy, Mo Wen felt an inexplicable melancholy in his heart, although the crazy old man in front of him was unconscious, but the family affection that blood was thicker than water was clear at this moment.

Mo Wen didn't bother, and during this time, Qin Xiaotian didn't appear again.

……

"Madam, you haven't eaten or drunk for more than ten days, how can your body stand it. Bo Yi held the gruel in his hand.

Mrs. Qin's eyes closed slightly: "Bo Yi, is there any news for Wen'er?"

Bo Yi shook his head: "Madam, I have sent out all our people, and I will inform Madame as soon as there is news, but Madame still has to take care of her body after all, otherwise the owner of the village will come back and see Madame so haggard...... Hey!"

Zi Yao stepped forward: "Mother, Mo Lang must be fine, you can eat a little." ”

Mrs. Qin's cheeks rolled down two lines of tears: "Zi Yao, Bo Yi, my ears are not deaf yet, the matter of the white-clothed Sword Saint has already spread to the northern Xinjiang, even he is dead, you can still ...... ask"

Zi Yao knelt down suddenly: "Mother, don't think so, isn't there no news from Mr. Chu? He and Mo Lang are not in the villa, and there is no news, maybe they have already hid in a safe place, but it is inconvenient to come out." ”

Mrs. Qin smiled bitterly: "After Xiangtian dies, Wen'er is my only pillar, if he is gone, what is the point of my life!"

"Mother, how many times has Mo Lang been born and died, which time has it not turned evil into good fortune?"

Mrs. Qin's eyes lit up: "Yes, you are right, Wen'er will definitely be able to turn evil into good fortune this time, and he will be safe and sound." ”

Ziyao picked up the gruel: "Mother, you can eat a little." ”

Mrs. Qin glanced at it, picked up the porridge bowl and drank it all, then closed her eyes again, and muttered to herself: "Amitabha, the Buddha blesses your son to be safe!"

……

"Senior brother, is there any news?" Zhongxing stood in front of the mountain gate.

"Senior Brother Zhongxing, our disciple has already inquired around, but he hasn't seen Master Mo. ”

"Oh, junior brother, bother. ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, it's just the granddaughter of the Oriental seniors......"

"Hey, it's also a poor girl, the junior brother sent some people to watch her, but she can't let her do anything stupid, the son will hand over people to me, and there can be no loss!"

"Senior Brother Zhongxing, don't worry, everything has been arranged!"

……

"It's a pity that the white-clothed Sword Saint has fallen. "Buddha Sect Tallinn, an old monk looked at the fog, as if talking to himself.

After the words were spoken, another voice came out: "Yes, I think that you and my senior brother also fought with him back then, and his swordsmanship attainments can be called the best in the world, but I never thought that he died in the hands of Luan Qianhuang." ”

"The two senior brothers, the five masters in the rivers and lakes, have now gone to two of them, and I am afraid that the limit for you and me is coming. Suspicious said slowly.

"Amitabha, born without a little dust, why should he attach fame and fortune after death!"

"What the junior brother said is that the old monk misses the little donor a little bit. "The figure of the greedy also came out of Tallinn.

Idiot Buqi smiled: "Hehe, yes, I don't know if there is any news of enlightenment, this little baby, if it is a disciple of my Buddhist sect, his achievements will never stop at you and me!"

"Senior brother is so optimistic about it?"

Foolishness forgot to quit greed, and said with a smile: "Isn't Senior Brother?"

The four monks looked at each other and laughed.

……

In the gloomy hall.

Gu Feng rubbed his fingers: "Don't ask if you're dead?"

An old man with a broken arm under the seat said slowly: "Hall master, the old slave didn't find out the news of Mo Wen, but Luan Qianhuang made a move, and Mo Wen definitely couldn't survive." ”

Gu Feng's lips moved: "Hmph, full-screen guessing, what else do you want you to do in this seat?" Mo Wen is not so easy to die, let's go and inquire again, tell me as soon as there is news, besides, Luan Qianhuang is alive, is that old thing also moving?"

"The hall master is talking about proud ......"

"Huh?" Gu Feng's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be very jealous of this word.

"The old slave should be damned!"

"Hmph, it's okay to say it, you go, keep an eye on it, and accompany someone to that old thing, take a look!"

"Yes, Hall Master!"

"Luan Qianhuang, Aochi, Buddha, hehehe, I don't know which of you will face off with whom first?"

……

In the depths of the dense forest, on the top of the high mountain, a large hall towers into the sky, a gorgeous hall, and a middle-aged man is bowing to the people sitting in the hall.

"Sect master, don't ask what you want to ask, the disciple has already inquired, but it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"Does the door master know Luan Qianhuang?"

"Hmm, is it possible that Mo Qian has something to do with Luan Qianhuang?"

"Oh, no, no, the master of the sect misunderstood, but the disciple inquired, Mo Wen seems to have a grudge against Luan Qianhuang, some time ago, Luan Qianhuang even did not hesitate to kill the white-clothed sword saint Dongfang Aoki in order to kill Mo Wen, and now Mo Wen's whereabouts are unknown!"

"Dongfang Aoki is dead?"

"Yes, the first generation of grandmasters has just left, and the disciples are also deeply saddened. ”

"It's really a pity, Dongfang Aoki's swordsmanship is outstanding, no less than my sect, so Mo Wen was killed by Luan Qianhuang?"

"This ...... The disciple is not easy to say, he did not see Mo Wen's body, and he heard that the old slave next to Mo Wen was also gone, and the disciple guessed that Mo Wen would have escaped?"

"Indeed, send someone to look for it again, find Luan Qianhuang in addition, warn him, don't let him do it again!"

(End of chapter)