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After everyone left the courtyard in the evening, Mo Linshan carefully checked that there were no outsiders around the courtyard, and finally explained the reason for his return to Mo Wushuang.

"Since the time when you stepped into the critical point of the first-class martial arts in the rivers and lakes, my father has been hesitating whether to hand over this thing to you, after all, if you want to really enter the martial arts, you must have a suitable Xuan soldier for yourself. ”

After that, Mo Linshan stretched out his hand and put the dirty long cloth bag on the side in his palm, and continued with a full face of recollection: "This Xuanbing is not an ordinary weapon, it has set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes, accompanied countless strong people to the pinnacle of the top, and witnessed countless living beings sinking into the abyss. ”

"Then it fell into the hands of your mother, and then in the cataclysm nine years ago, your mother entrusted it to me, and at that time it was intended for you to inherit this mysterious weapon. ”

After saying that, Mo Linshan shook off the dust, and motioned for Mo Wushuang to reach out and take the treasure knife, and Mo Wushuang, who was a little martial artist, naturally took the long cloth bag with excitement, and the heavy weight made Mo Wushuang look forward to it even more.

"This knife and the father's black prison knife are the same high-grade weapons on the rivers and lakes, and it was born from the meteorite iron outside the sky, and was forged and cast by the sword king Duan Long for a full nine hundred and eighty-one days, and then tempered with earth fire, and then given to his wife with Tianchi water washing knife, so it was named Danfeng, and the sub-blade was named Liuying. ”

"The Danfeng blade is three feet seven inches long, extremely sharp, and the flowing shadow piercing is one foot and two inches, which is tricky and obscure. Now that it has been handed over to you, I hope you can cherish it, after all, it has your mother's full thoughts and expectations for you. ”

"Of course, this is also my father's reward for your persistence in martial arts training for the past nine years......"

The so-called principle of blessing and misfortune Mo Wushuang finally understood that once upon a time, Mo Linshan's black prison knife Mo Wushuang saw it in his eyes and itched in his heart, and whenever he repaired the dilapidated standard horizontal knife in the blacksmith shop, he was always envious of when there would be such a high-quality weapon.

Finally ushered in this historic day, as if the protagonist ushered in the long-awaited golden finger, as if a generation of divine soldiers led him to the pinnacle of life, and even Mo Wushuang hoped that there was an old grandfather or a divine beast living in it.

Sure enough, there is a father who is a top martial arts master, and his starting position in life has thrown everyone else away!

I faintly saw my arrogant journey to the Tang Dynasty, and fantasized about a Danfeng knife dominating the entire rivers and lakes, and that feeling felt sour when I thought about it.

"Danfeng!" Mo Wushuang finally couldn't wait to pull out the long knife in the cloth bag, only to feel a red light flashing, full of irregular patterns filled with the color of time, Mo Wushuang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw such an extraordinary blade!

"Which construction site did you pick up the steel bars! It's all rusted into a stick, okay! And this is a flowing shadow? Don't you say I thought it was a scale!"

Mo Linshan's eyes did not show the slightest surprise, on the contrary, because of Mo Wushuang's interesting reaction, he laughed out loud.

"You haven't heard the story of your father's sword, but nine years ago, in the Battle of the World, your mother fought against an almost invincible opponent with this sword, and finally repelled the opponent at the expense of the sword, so that the sword in your hand will be reduced to this form. ”

Mo Wushuang listened to the black lines on his head, looked at Mo Linshan with his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "So Dad, you are deliberately entertaining me!"

"Fei Ye, do you remember how I told you about the cultivation path of a martial artist when I was a child?"

"All martial artists are inseparable from the early stage of physical training, and they are divided into third-rate martial artists, second-rate martial artists, and first-class martial artists. Since the first-class martial artist, there are two paths to choose from. ”

"One is to use the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth to refine one's own body, and use the exercises of practicing the body to strengthen oneself and turn into a half-holy body to face the enemy; ”

"The difference is that one is to slowly make the original cup of water bigger into a water tank, and the other is to make other containers to increase the total amount, and the better the medium, the more power you can exert yourself. ”

"Although Danfeng's sword spirit is dead, but I don't know how to throw the horizontal knife that is standard in the government out of a few streets compared to the material, if there is a suitable knife spirit attached to Danfeng in the future, you will naturally understand the beauty of this knife. ”

Mo Wushuang inexplicably felt that Mo Linshan's aura was a little different today, if it was in the past, Mo Linshan would definitely not be so gentle, not to mention that there were mottled tears on that familiar face, Mo Wushuang couldn't refuse again, so he could only put the Danfeng knife on his back with luck.

"Father, tell me the truth, will you leave me like my own mother who has never met?"

Looking at Mo Wushuang's bright star pupils, Mo Linshan realized that he was a little out of shape, and then turned his head and said hoarsely: "Stinky girl, don't think too much, my father just thinks that you should get this weapon, and I will leave early tomorrow morning to find a suitable sword spirit for you from the old man." ”

"So, if you see Lao Tzu again in the future, you should be respectful and listen clearly!"

Mo Wushuang shrugged his shoulders to show his understanding, and Mo Linshan probably saw the night falling, so he drove Mo Wushuang back to the room under the pretext of resting earlier, and then looked at the starry sky alone and fell into a trance......

Of course, Mo Wushuang couldn't see that Mo Linshan had something in his heart, his slender body leaned on the bed board and couldn't sleep for a long time, and even heard the sound of Mo Linshan pushing the door and leaving in the courtyard in the middle of the night.

"Looks like he's still a shy old man......"

In the blink of an eye, early the next morning, when the breeze had just blown into Mo Wushuang's dream with the sound of roosters in the countryside, the girl got up and looked into the courtyard to see that Mo Linshan had really left, and there was a note on the table that was wet with morning dew.

"Stinky girl, honestly wait for Daddy to come back, this time it will definitely bring you a real surprise!"

Mo Wushuang smiled softly and tucked the note into his sleeve. "What could surprise me more than living in this day and age?"

After a while, the smoke rose, Mo Wushuang simply made some small dishes and put them on the stone table in the courtyard, and before he could savor his craft, he felt that the courtyard door behind him was pushed open, and when he turned around, he saw the old mayor looking at him with cold eyebrows.

"Your dad is gone again?"

"Well, it's okay to tell me anything, who made me the acting head catcher. Mo Wushuang gave up his place and motioned for the old mayor to take a seat, but was rejected by raising his hand.

"You little girl still has the face to ask, the son named Huaiying has woken up, if you are ready, hurry up and make amends with the old man. ”