"Senior sister, what is the matter with our Blade Slashing Master, do you need me to go over now?"

Mo Feng'er opened her mouth wide in surprise: "Wow, senior brother, you also know!"

That's right, the master wants to see you and let you go to the Sword Shadow Hall now. ”

Mo Junrong's face suddenly became serious, but there was a slight joy between his brows: "Okay, I'll go see the master." ”

With that, he hurriedly ran back to the house, took out an ordinary steel long sword, set up a streamer and flew out.

Mo Feng'er pursed her mouth again and stomped her feet angrily: "Senior Brother Mo is really excessive, he walked so fast, and he didn't say a few words!"

The Wen Sword Sect is the same as the Qianyun Sect, and one sect occupies a hundred peaks.

On the top of the mountain, there are large halls and tiled houses, which blend in with the lush forest.

This is very different from the point and the Qianyun Sect, there is no kind of abrupt stone high-rise buildings, and it highlights a kind of harmony and nature.

A streamer of light streaked across the sky and fell into the dense woods, where there was a small side hall, less than two zhang high and only four zhang square in size.

On the yellowed plaque in the side hall, there are two big characters engraved with sword shadows.

This Sword Shadow Hall has no other purpose, but instead stores some of the discarded picture scrolls of the Wen Sword Sect, some of these picture scrolls are characters, and some are sword moves.

Crunch, Mo Junrong pushed open the wooden door of the Sword Shadow Hall and stepped into it.

At the entrance of the hall is a long table with a copper incense burner.

The incense burner was filled with a thick layer of ash, but it had long since dried and hardened.

Behind the table, there are a bunch of old picture scrolls, which are the portraits of the previous sect masters of the Wen Jian Sect.

In fact, the portraits of the previous sect masters should be hung in the main hall of the teaching, for the disciples of the sect to pay homage before cultivating.

But after all, the scroll was paper, and it couldn't withstand the aftermath of the energy, so every other year, the old scroll would be replaced and sent to the Sword Shadow Hall for preservation.

Mo Junrong did not rush inside, but dragged a straw mat and knelt down to kowtow in front of the scroll.

When he stood up, a voice came from the hall: "It's rare that you have this heart, come in and talk." ”

Mo Junrong turned around and closed the wooden door, bypassed the table and the pile of picture scrolls, and walked into the hall.

There was an old man standing in the hall of the temple, with a long white beard, long white hair, and a flowing robe, which had a rather unearthly taste.

But his face was full of horizontal flesh, angry eyebrows and high nose, and he was not a good stubble at first glance.

This person is really Mo Junrong's master, the Elder of the Sword Sect.

The hall of the Sword Shadow Hall was also full of large and small picture scrolls, and Elder Blade Slash Wind was holding one of them and was carefully reading it up and down.

"Master!" Mo Junrong stepped forward and bowed his hand.

Elder Blade Wind put away the scroll, put it in the pile of scrolls, turned around and asked, "Jun Rong, who is the most hateful person in this world to test you for the teacher?"

Mo Junrong replied without thinking: "The traitors of the sect are the most hateful!"

Elder Slash Wind raised his eyebrows, revealing an approving look.

Then he nodded slightly: "Yes, I hate sect traitors the most in my life."

Jun Rong, you are also a poor person, the upper and lower levels of the Fog Seeking Sect were wiped out completely.

If it weren't for Elder Fan Fei's righteous sister desperately sending you out, I'm afraid this tragedy would have been sealed in the clouds forever on the Cloud Sleeve Continent.

I know your mind, and it is precisely because of the pain that you will be determined to take the path you want to take. ”

Mo Junrong clenched his fists, and his face showed a resolute expression: "That's right, I want to cultivate hard and step into the supreme and powerful realm step by step."

Destroy all the sect traitors in the Cloud Sleeve Continent, and return the world to a bright future. ”

Elder Blade Slash raised his hand and patted Mo Junrong's shoulder: "Okay, you have ambitions!"

The master will help you achieve this goal, and if you want to get rid of the traitors of the sect, you must first remember the traitors and thieves of our Wenjian Sect. ”

Slashing Wind walked to the side of the hall and flipped through the piles of scrolls, taking out one of them a moment later.

When I opened the scroll, there was a man painted on it, but the upper part of the scroll had been burned by fire, completely covering the man's face.

Mo Junrong already had the answer in his heart, but he still pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Master, who is this person?"

Blade Slash Feng's cheeks twitched, revealing a strange smile: "This person is an elder of the Wen Sword Sect, called Blade Lin Tan.

But he betrayed the sect more than two hundred years ago, abandoned his sword surname, and changed his name to Lin Tan.

He is still quite capable, and after betraying the sect, he went incognito for a period of time and gave birth to a son named Lin Minghao. ”

Blade Slash Wind put away the scroll and threw it aside, showing a hint of anger on his face.

"At first, the sect didn't care, who knew that Lin Tan was a rat who only stole oil.

He actually used his position as an elder to bring out a large number of sword techniques treasured by the Sword Sect, many of which were rare and unique. ”

Hearing this, Mo Junrong deliberately pretended to be surprised: "I see."

It's no wonder that on the Cloud Sleeve Continent, there are so many swordsmanship of the Wenjian Sect that are circulating, and some of the swordsmanship is particularly strong, which is more powerful than the cultivation of the disciples in the sect. ”

Elder Blade Slash Wind raised his hand and waved it, making a slashing gesture: "After knowing this, our sect was led by five elders and sent a hundred disciples to leave the sect to get rid of this scourge.

But Lin Tan hid very well, and it took us more than ten years to find him out.

After an earth-shattering battle, our sect successfully killed Lin Tan, but his son Lin Minghao was secretly helped by a master and ran away from under our noses.

Lin Tan, a stinky mouse, was very cunning, and taught all the Wen Sword Sect classics that he had secretly taken out to his son Lin Minghao.