Early the next morning.

Mo whispered and woke up in the early morning as usual.

Mo Qingyu, who woke up, did not immediately open the door of the tavern, but picked up a wooden knife placed not far from his bed, the wooden knife is five feet long, the blade is three feet eight inches long, and the handle is one foot and two inches, which is shaped like a seedling leaf, and it is quite flexible to use, which is the knife shape that Mo Qingyu likes.

Because of the loss of cultivation, Mo Qingyu was no longer able to invoke Xuan Qi, unable to open the space necklace hanging around his neck, the knife he used before was not ordinary, and now he can only miss it in his heart, and he can't use it, so he can only create a wooden knife similar to it, and practice it often.

There are many miracle fruit elixirs in the Tianlan Continent, even if the limbs and arms are severed, they can be cured, and Mo Qingyu believes that his meridians can also be cured.

Mo Qingyu, who had hope for the resumption of cultivation, did not give up practicing the sword technique, and in the past two years, Mo Qingyu would contact the knife technique for two hours every morning to open for business.

"Brush~"

The wooden knife was lightly flicked by Mo Qingyu's hand, as if it was an extension of his body, and it didn't feel the slightest jerky when it was wielded.

The knife is the soldier of the king, the length of a hundred soldiers, which can be chopped, cut, stabbed, teased, erased, blocked, intercepted, and picked.

Mo Qingyu is now completely lost, without the support of Xuan Qi, he can't use the sword technique, he can only cultivate the basic moves in the sword technique.

Despite this, Mo Qingyu's face did not have the slightest discouragement and impatience, he waved the wooden knife in his hand over and over again, making the basic moves in the knife technique in a cycle, his arm was stable, and the wooden knife actually emitted a faint light, if there were other people present, he would definitely find that Mo Qingyu's seemingly light body actually exuded a good momentum.

This is a knife gesture.

The fist has the fist momentum, the sword has the sword momentum, the gun has the spear momentum, the stick has the stick momentum, and the knife has the knife momentum.

Mo Qingyu's understanding of the knife has gone deep into the bone marrow, and the solid basic sword technique is faintly emanating from the knife, and he obviously has a natural transcendent comprehension of the knife.

"Whew~"

Two hours passed in a flash, and beads of sweat were already dripping from Mo Qingyu's delicate face.

It is not an easy thing to use the seemingly simple basic sword technique for two hours in a row with Mo Qingyu's current mortal body, not to mention that he is deeply immersed in it physically and mentally when he casts the basic sword technique, which is naturally more laborious.

Putting the wooden knife back in its original position, Mo whispered and opened the wooden door of the tavern, and the sunlight outside shone on his face, a little dazzling.

Today was also a sunny day, and the sea breeze was blowing on his face, which was quite soft, and there was some salty taste of sea water.

It's been more than two years, and I don't know where his father Mo Daochen is now, and how his friends in the Extreme Dao Sect are doing now...

The tavern is located on the shore of Nanyu, and there is no business during the day, only when it is close to night, some residents of Nanyu will enter it one after another, order a few side dishes, and drink a few sips of low-quality ale.

It was noon now, Mo was a little leisurely, he walked casually, and before he knew it, he had come to the coast.

"Whoa~.."

The sound of the sea crashing against the cliffs echoed in his ears.

Enjoying the sea breeze, Mo Qingyu's mood was rarely a little relaxed, the vastness of the ocean was like his heart, vast and boundless.

It's a pity that although he has great ambitions now, he can't afford to achieve them.

Xuanzhi is the absolute master of Tianlan Continent, and strength is the confidence of Tianlan Continent to speak, and now he has lost all his cultivation and can't do anything, so he can only nest in this tavern in Nanyu and be a little cook.

Only when he returned to the Extreme Dao Sect could he contact his father's former friends, and he could ask them to help him find his father, and ask them to help him find his father, and ask them to help him find the miraculous elixir that restored his meridians.

Thinking of this, Mo whispered's mood suddenly became a little low.

It is better to ask for others than for yourself, and after the news of Mo Daochen's death came out, he understood this truth.

Although those people used to be friends of his father Mo Daochen, but now that his father is nowhere to be found, and the miracle fruit elixir that can restore the meridians is even more precious, even if there is, will those people spend the miracle fruit elixir for the sake of him, a lonely wasted person? Will they help themselves unconditionally?

There is no need for others to answer, Mo Qingyu already has the answer in his heart.

No.

His thoughts were just wishful thinking.

"I hate!"

"I hate Wang Yan! destroy my meridians and make me a waste!"

"I hate the Extreme Dao Sect, and I don't do my best to find my father's whereabouts!"

"I hate, I hate that God has no eyes!"

"I hate, hate myself for being powerless!"

Mo whispered hoarsely and roared at the rough sea, venting the negative emotions that had been squeezed in his heart.

"I hate.. I hate.. I hate.."

Mo Qingyu's roar echoed on the sea, and Mo Qingyu's gaze was extremely fierce in the echo.

This is not that Mo is whispering to express his emotions, but after he let out a roar, the sharp pain that spreads from the depths of his soul to his head and even his whole body.

"Uh... Yes.. Ahh

Mo whispered ten pieces of paper on his head hard, and the tearing pain in his head made him want to break his head open and completely eradicate the source of the pain.

And when Mo whispered in pain and wanted to die, there was a faint light flickering in the depths of his soul, and a vague shape was forming in our flickering glimmer.

At this moment, Mo Qingyu had no time to notice the changes in the depths of his soul, his body was no longer able to stay awake under the pain of this tearing, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the blue sea in front of him gradually blurred, becoming black, and completely losing consciousness.

"Ahh

Mo whispered and struggled to sit up from the wooden bed, gently tilting his still faintly aching head, looking at the situation around him.

He was lying on the wooden bed in his tavern at the moment, surrounded by no one around.

Just as he was recalling what had happened before, a voice rang out outside the door.

"Whisper, you're awake, you really scared me yesterday. ”

The owner of the voice walked into the house, and the sound also came into Mo Qingyu's ears.

"Aunt Zhang, it's you. ”

Mo rubbed his head softly and said in a weak voice.

Aunt Zhang can be regarded as Mo Qingyu's neighbor, who runs a cloth shop not far from the tavern.

"Whisper that if you are too tired, rest for a few days, I see that it is not easy for you to maintain this tavern alone, and when I found you, you were already exhausted on the shore, and I saw that your face was pale, but it really scared me. ”

Aunt Zhang said as she put a bowl of gruel in front of Mo Qingyu.

Mo whispered and thanked him and took the gruel, drinking it slowly, he was in a coma for a day and a night, and now he was really hungry.

"Now that you're awake, I'm leaving, and you have to take care of yourself. ”

Aunt Zhang saw that Mo was in a good state after waking up, so she turned around and left.

Mo whispered and thanked again and again, and watched Aunt Zhang leave.