The Mo Hongbin brothers went to Yancheng and failed to do anything, but they were abolished. No matter how powerful the stele is, it can't be used as a one-armed sword.

Mo Qinggu couldn't calm the anger in his heart, the Mo family in Zhanyang hadn't let people move soil on Tai Sui's head for many years, but now they made an exception. After he contacted Xiao Shiji, the other party replied that Batu was missing and that he was looking for someone, but he didn't say a word about how he disappeared.

This obvious perfunctory attitude made Mo Qinggu furious. Xiao Shiji didn't even have a positive explanation, only mentioned that someone was planting a blame, and hung up the phone.

Blame for blame? Is it so easy to set up blame? Mo Qinggu felt that Xiao Shiji was simply taking himself for a fool.

He had seen the injuries of Mo Hongbin's brothers with his own eyes, and the two of them were also the best among the juniors, but they couldn't even dodge when the axe flew, and the injuries were all on the left arm, and they were slashed with an axe.

The raiders only made such a move, and without a year or two of hard work, they would never have been so ruthless. The national art has been in decline for a long time, and now there are very few people in the Guannai who still play with the blade, if you want to say that it was not done by Batu, then who else?

While Mo Qinggu was staring at Mo Hongmei coldly, the girl glanced at Chen Mo beside her, shocked and uncertain.

She still remembered how Chen Mo defeated herself with a big open stele. As for the axe injury, she wasn't sure if it had anything to do with him, but there was no doubt that he had enough motives.

And has a terrifying imitation power.

"Uncle, I don't know why you want to punish me?" Mo Hongmei asked.

Mo Qinggu's face was extremely pale, and he said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for you, how could the two of them leave Yancheng?" ”

Chen Mo found that this middle-aged man who was as powerful as a lion and tiger seemed to be a little unreasonable, and his mind was not very refreshing.

"I've said everything I need to say, and I can't do anything about foreign enemies. As for the two elder brothers, the uncle also knew that the Xiao family was the victim, and I didn't think I had done anything wrong. Mo Hongmei replied calmly.

"The Xiao family has a great kindness to us, and we can't forget our roots. I'm the head of the family, and it's not wrong for you to do it against me now? ”

"In a few days, you won't have to be." When Mo Hongmei said this, it immediately caused an uproar.

Even Mo Qinggu had an expression of surprise.

The Mo family has a population of several hundred, and the branches are luxuriant. Mo Hongmei's grandfather, Mo Wentian, is a brother to Mo Qinggu's father, and according to the official title, Mo Qinggu is her cousin.

Compared with the real uncle, the cousin is undoubtedly separated by a layer.

Mo Wentian has no power to restrain the chicken, his seniority is high, but few people take him seriously. Mo Hongmei's father died early, and he studied martial arts with another cousin, and that cousin has always been wooden, and he has no ambition.

At this moment, Mo Hong's bold appearance made Mo Qinggu frown. The tall young man standing beside him opened his mouth, his face full of pride, "Xiaomei, you went out for a walk, it seems that you have grown a little." It's a pity that even if my father gives up the patriarchal position, I am the only one who is qualified to sit. The girl's family is still a little self-aware, don't make people laugh, your grandfather and your father are enough to fight for the Mo family. ”

The men in the courtyard all sneered, and Mo Hongmei's face turned slightly pale. The person who spoke was Mo Qinggu's only son, Mo Hongqi, who was considered the strongest one among the red characters, and had injured seven people in a row in the intra-clan competition, leaving no room for anything.

"Your father's position was passed on to you, is this the second generation of martial arts?" Chen Mo, who had never been seen by the Mo family from beginning to end, suddenly grinned.

Only now did he understand where Old Man Mo's resentment came from.

"Who are you?" Mo Hongqi glared at Chen Mo.

"Let's go, I thought only liked to fight." Chen Mo ignored him, pulled down Mo Hongmei, and walked out of the courtyard.

The men around seemed to want to stop them, but they were stopped by Mo Qinggu with gestures.

"His name is Chen Mo." Sima Luo always knew when to say something, and quietly added firewood to the fire at the moment, "He is one of the last two fighters in country Y to be promoted. ”

"Private fist ......" Mo Qinggu snorted, and the contempt in his tone was as if a Broadway opera singer was talking about street singers.

Sima Luo smiled and didn't speak again, too much, a word was enough.

It was precisely because Mo Qinggu agreed to participate in the competition that he decided to retire from the patriarchal position, otherwise it would not be too difficult to be re-elected with his strength. Sima Luo followed the two young men of the Mo family to Yancheng, originally wanting to find an opportunity to solve the hidden danger, but now Olivia's head horse has thrown himself into the net, and he has no intention of letting the other party leave alive.

The only fly in the ointment is that when you come to Zhanyang, you can't take that monster with you.

Compared to the Mo family, that is the real killing machine.

Mo Hongmei's solitary cottage is at the end of the village, and there are no other homes nearby, and the door knocker is hung with the oldest-fashioned horizontal pin copper lock. Chen Mo followed her across the stone slab on the ditch in front of the house and arrived at the door. There was an osmanthus tree in the yard, flocks of chickens and ducks were wandering around, and a big dog was lazily lying on the side of the well basking in the sun, and when he saw the owner, he just wagged his tail.

When the door opened, sunlight let in. On the wall hangs a yellowed landscape hall, with the couplet inscribed: "Four ridges and eight peaks shake the road; Three streams and hundreds of waterfalls hug the clouds. ”

All of this seemed familiar and intimate, and Chen Mo seemed to have returned to his childhood, when he was a guest at a relative's house in the countryside. Mo Hongmei quickly made tea and brought it, asked him to sit down for a while, and went to the kitchen to cook lunch by himself.

The girl made two bowls of poached egg noodles, and the bottom was wide rice noodles, which were tough and strong. Chen Mo took a bite tremblingly, and found that it was not at the weapon level, and it was not at the same grade as Pan Dongdong's egg fried rice, so he made up his mind.

The pickled beans that accompany the meal taste excellent, Chen Mo pulled the chopsticks, and the big bowl quickly bottomed out. Mo Hongmei took a small bite of noodles, thinking about his thoughts, but he didn't notice his windy eating appearance. Chen Mosuo's surname went to the kitchen by himself and cleaned the bottom of the pot.

"Is that your doing?" After the meal, Mo Hongmei asked.

"What's next?" Chen Mo looked inexplicable.

Mo Hongmei looked at him with a solemn expression, "If you don't want to say it, I won't ask more." But as soon as he made a move, he abolished two people, which was too ruthless. ”

"Oh, you don't think I did it, do you? I'm not that powerful. Chen Mo grinned, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I have seen all the bodyguards around Pan Jinyu. There is a guy who came out of the martial arts school, just became a father, his wife is not working, and the family is pointing to him to earn money, and now his two brothers have slapped his backbone into several pieces, and he doesn't want to get up from bed in this life. If you want to be ruthless, what is a broken arm? ”

Mo Hongmei was stunned.

"That's the way of the dog's world, your family goes to deal with Pan Jinyu, whoever dies and lives is a matter of days, there is nothing to say." Chen Mo didn't have the slightest sense of maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor in front of the girl, "If you go out to make someone, you have to be prepared to be made, if you don't have that ability, you can honestly lie at home, isn't it too late to regret it now?" ”

"You just don't want to regret it, so you did everything you could to stop me from seeing your sister, did you?" Mo Hongmei changed the subject.

Chen Mo didn't expect her to suddenly mention this, and was stunned before replying: "That girl is my lifeline, I'm really afraid that she won't be surnamed Chen." called my dad, but he didn't ask for a name, and he scolded him...... When I find your grandfather, I'll probably be able to figure it out. ”

"Did you ask anything from Luo Li?"

"Zhuo Yatou is still on trial, and she said that she would notify me as soon as there was news. Don't worry, even if your grandfather is really in the hands of the people of country M, he will be fine, he is much more valuable than us. ”

"If I am related to your sister by blood, it is unfair for you to hide it from her now."

Chen Mo trembled, his eyes became gloomy, and after a long time, he showed a bitter smile, "When the matter here is done, we will go back to Yancheng, and I will let you see her." ”

In a few days, the lunar calendar will be full, and the election of the patriarch will be held as scheduled. Mo Qinggu took the initiative to give up the competition this time, and other old guys couldn't wipe their faces to appear, so they would definitely take the lead with the red letters.

The only thing that Mo Hongmei was not sure to defeat was Mo Hongqi.

For her, whether she can fight for the patriarch is secondary, and the key is to fight for her grandfather and her dead father.

Mo Hongmei's cousin Mo Kongya came to the house in the afternoon, he was the third in his generation, and every trick the girl learned was passed down by him. Mo Kongya has no wife and no children, and treats Mo Hongmei as his own daughter, but he has very few words, and there is no smile on his dark and thin face, like a tutor who came to teach for a fee.

Chen Mo saw that the two of them were pushing their hands repeatedly in the yard, and they were bored, so he ran out for a stroll by himself. Tianmen Village is very large, and there is a fish pond in the village. A few women with fat buttocks were doing laundry by the pond, and the mallets were crackling, and they all cast curious glances at him passing by.

The green early rice undulates in the wind, and the paddy fields are neatly rowed. In the distance, a green mist rose at the foot of the mountain, and only a moment later could a firecracker explode, presumably a returnee sweeping the grave.

Chen Mo walked slowly along the path, enjoying this rare tranquility.

It is not so easy to bring down the seventh-level Batu, and every battle link is on the verge of life and death. After breaking through the peak, his spirit inevitably fell back to the bottom, and his whole person was tired. The air here has a cool fragrance, which makes him feel very comfortable and relaxed.

The battle with Xiao Shiji has not yet reached the desperate stage, at most, it can be regarded as just starting to punch each other. It is quite necessary to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger, and the surprise that was transferred to Zhanyang seems to have worked now.

He's waiting for his opponent's next reaction.

Fish and shrimp also have the life of fish and shrimp, and he does not want the situation to escalate to the point of all-out war, but he is not afraid to sink the predators.

The Mo family's old-fashioned and arrogant made Chen Mo have a deeper understanding of the Lian family. They live in their own world, follow their own rules, and ignore everything else.

Chen Mo estimated that if he faced that Mo Hongqi, the number of wins and losses would be half and half. But if you want to fight against Mo Hongqi's son Mo Qinggu, you can only be defeated.

Even if the overrun burst was unlikely to have any effect, Mo Qinggu's strength was already far beyond the level he could assess now. And there were as many as thirteen practitioners above level eight in that big house, and any one of them could rub Batu into a piece of at will.

This hellish place is equivalent to Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Chen Mo now had to reconsider, how to help Mo Hongmei win the clan competition.

(To be continued)