(a)

Dinner was over, a little surprised, a little surprised, a little uneasy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Red Blood Wei was ordered by the willing Bai Junlan to boil bath water for the whole family. It would be tedious and long to do, but she didn't complain, and besides, she wanted to take a shower.

And Xiaoyao, Qiaoye was taken away by Mo Wen, and Xiaoyao couldn't wait to pull out Mo Wen's sword - this was very meaningful to him!

Although Lin Ling should also go to see the moment when Xiaoyao pulled out Mo Wen's sword, in fact, she also wanted to see it at first, but she changed her mind after dinner, and she wanted to have a good talk with Fengyi's mother......

The Moonlit Night Soul was pulling Fan Yao, no matter what, she wanted to see Mo Wen's designated successor pull out his legendary sword!

(b)

The moon was deliberate, she was exceptionally bright tonight.

Mo Wen took the sword outside the house, it was the first time he had taken the sword out of the house in seventeen years.

He handed it to Xiaoyao with both hands, and Xiaoyao took it with a heavy face.

"Don't be so serious," Mo Wen said with a smile, "It's just an ordinary sword!" ”

- An ordinary sword!?

The Moonlit Night Soul absolutely doesn't believe it, countless strong people who are the same as her, stronger than her, and the strong will not forget this sword until they die!

Could such a sword be an ordinary sword!?

Definitely not!

The moonlit night soul looked at the sword silently, and for a while couldn't help but feel like adding water to a cup, adding it to overflow, she didn't say anything, just watched quietly, she didn't have the right to say anything, that is, ...... Quietly watching.

Xiaoyao slowly took the sword, couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, and asked Mo, "This is considered a recognition of me, right!?" Master! ”

Mo Wen nodded.

He and Xiaoyao have multiple identities - father and son, friend, master and apprentice.

As a father and son, Mo Wen will always give Xiaoyao the respect of a friend, and Xiaoyao will always be in awe of him from the bottom of his heart.

As friends, they are close and share each other's troubles, although it is diametrically opposed to Xiaoyao's troubles that Mo Wen completely understands, Mo Wen's troubles Xiaoyao does not understand at all, but listening to his child's overly ideal encouragement and care, his heart will always be inexplicably healed.

As a master, Mo Wen taught what he had learned in his life in his own way (he learned to be beaten before entering the rivers and lakes, so he was the first to teach Xiaoyao to be beaten), and although Xiaoyao had complaints on his lips, he had no regrets in his heart.

As an apprentice, what Xiaoyao wants most is the master's recognition, real recognition! Now he has finally been recognized by his master. He held his master's sword in his hand, Mo Wen, and he stood here with a sense of accomplishment. He's ready - draw his sword!

His right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and he slowly exerted force, trying to make the sword body, which had not been in contact with air for a long time, breathe again.

"Is it really that easy?" Mo Wen said softly, very softly......

After pulling out a little, something suddenly felt wrong, and a gust of wind that seemed to tear his arm suddenly poured out of the scabbard, no, the blade.

“……！”

Xiaoyao quickly realized that this was not the wind, but the sword qi! He quickly activated his aura to block this terrifying sword aura. This sword qi is too strong, but it seems to come from an endless space, and there is no end!

This sword qi was blocked by Xiaoyao's aura, with Xiaoyao as the center, it spread out in all directions, and the distance did not weaken any power of the sword qi, it was too dangerous!

Mo Wen protected Qiao Ye behind him, and with a wave of his arm, those sword qi disappeared in all directions as if they were blown up as dust. And the moonlit night soul picked up Fan Yao and flew directly to the roof, although she said that she could also resist those sword qi, but she had a heartfelt fear of those sword qi, as long as she had fought with Mo Wen, she would have that sense of fear!

Xiaoyao felt that he was about to lose his resistance, and he closed his sword...... There was a deep silence with his head bowed.

Mo asked to look at him - was it still too early?

He was just about to go over and pat Xiaoyao on the shoulder and say something encouraging, when he saw Xiaoyao suddenly raise his head and show "Hey! It's that simple! Then he slowly drew his sword again, and the sword qi gushed out again like a gushing hot spring, but this time, it was controlled!

It takes patience, care, and perseverance to draw his sword more slowly, like taking out a bomb that will explode if you are not careful, from a deep box...... As the sword body was pulled out bit by bit, more and more sword qi gushed out!

In the process of drawing his sword, his forehead, his neck, and his back began to sweat, I don't know how long it took, in short, it was very uncomfortable, the sword was finally pulled out about half, and at this time, there was no smile on Xiaoyao's face, in exchange for a sad look of "why is it so difficult".

Mo Wen shook his head with a wry smile, and slowly walked over, walked to Xiaoyao's side, and at the same time as he walked to his side, Xiaoyao pulled out his sword, and at the same time he finally couldn't control the sword qi, just as he was about to be injured by the sword qi, Mo Wen covered Xiaoyao's right hand holding the sword, and the sword qi disappeared all of a sudden, it should be said that it was controlled.

"I've found the trick," Xiaoyao said, "but my strength is still too small to control so much sword energy!" ”

His words were full of disappointment with himself, but Mo Wen smiled! He was pleased, not - joy, even ecstasy, and overflowing with pride - this is my son, my apprentice!

"Good!" He said, "Look down at the sword in your hand. ”

He did so, and was stunned - the sword was short, and the whole sword was almost ruined - the whole body was pitted and covered with scars, especially the blade, which was full of large and small inverted triangle openings, which were obviously colliding with the enemy, "wounded" when slashing each other, and more importantly - still broken! Today, the blade of this sword is only about three-quarters of its original size.

"Old man...... This ...... "I don't know what to say."

"Three-quarters of what was broken was also in the scabbard." Mo asked. As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the scarred sword, and there was an indescribable apology in his eyes.