1. "Where is the Holy Dao Sword?"

"Confucius. ”

This is the only answer, of course, the inheritance of the Yan Sheng Gong Mansion has not been broken for thousands of years, and the Holy Dao Sword has always been in the mansion, and it is in the hands of the contemporary Yan Sheng Gong himself.

"Are you really going? so far away......"

"Which Confucian Mansion?"

"Beijing," the farmer stopped and swallowed the noodles in his mouth, "No one believes it, only the Kong family knows what the Holy Dao Sword looks like......

"Do you have any other clues?"

The farmer seemed to be choked and fell silent.

"Isn't it good that all schools of thought are safe?"

"Such days are only ten years, and hundreds of schools will never be peaceful. ”

"You're drunk. ”

Mo Yi smiled.

He had drunk a lot of wine, but he was still very conscious, and he knew what it meant to go to the Confucian Mansion to get the Holy Dao Sword.

"Wait for me for three more days," the farmer put down his chopsticks, and he stretched out three fingers of his right hand, "as long as it takes three days, I will definitely find you a clue......

"You even dug up the matter of the Holy Dao Sword, do you have any other clues?"

Mo Yi shook his head, stood up, threw down a string of copper coins, and turned around and walked out of the tavern.

He knew where Kong Ping'an's mansion in the capital was located, after all, one of the three sages was also the Holy Duke of Yan, and the things that must be in the mansion were no different from other dignitaries.

The third prince once gave a courtyard in the mountains outside the capital to Yan Shenggong, but Kong Ping'an would always live in Shangxianli in the capital, which was not far from the East Market, and many rare things could be easily bought.

Mo Yi walked through the deserted bazaar, walked to the back of the stall closest to the alley, and sat down next to the vendor.

"I'll watch it for you. ”

The peddler smiled and nodded, and left.

Time flies, the sun sets in the west, the people in the bazaar gradually increase, and then slowly disappears, dusk brings a cool twilight, and then darkness slowly descends.

Although the curfew has not yet been lifted, the people in the market have not left with the day, and the night has brought even more people.

It was late in the night, and the crowd finally dispersed.

Moyi stood up and looked around.

He was the only one left in the market, and it was the only moment of silence every day, and soon the vegetable farmers and dedicated domestic servants who had rushed to the morning market to sell their harvest would appear and start a lively cycle of the day.

The Mo family's juzi skillfully put away the stall, properly put away the unsold goods, cleaned up the rotten vegetable leaves left on the ground, and then turned around and walked into Shang Xianli.

The third gate on the left hand side, the door was open, and after entering, Mo Yi saw Kong Ping'an.

In his hand is the Sword of the Holy Dao.

"The Mo family is a thief if you are not invited. ”

Mo Yi didn't say anything, he stood in front of the old man and took off his long sword.

"The Mo family has no father and no king, and you little thief is even more rude. ”

Kong Ping'an sneered and slowly took off the scabbard of the Holy Dao Sword, and the bronze sword appeared in its entirety, with a hint of hidden cold light.

"You're here for the Holy Dao Sword, and now you see it. ”

Mo Yi was silent, looking at the dazzling blood marks on the sword.

"I've heard that if there is a blood mark on the Holy Dao Sword, it is that it is stained with the blood of innocents. ”

Kong Ping'an let out a sneer: "You also heard that if the Holy Dao Sword is contaminated with the blood of innocents, it will no longer be the Holy Dao Sword, you see, is this sword in my hand a Holy Dao Sword?"

A cloud of pure golden light spread silently, flooding Kong Ping'an, and then Mo Yi.

This is the Holy Dao Sword.

There are countless versions of the legend, each of which mentions that the Holy Dao Sword has a terrifying power that a hundred schools cannot fight, and now, Mo Yi has seen the real Holy Dao Sword.

It was a force that humanity could not resist.

The clear light is a myriad of sword blades, invisible, but capable of taking human life, they silently run within the range of the light, turning everything they touch into powder, and only the person who wields the sword, Kong Ping'an, can survive.

Mo Yi knew that he was going to die.

The disciples of the Mo family are accustomed to observing everything with reason, and Mo Yi knows that he is right.

But deep down, an impulse popped in.

Mo Yi was puzzled, and in a moment that seemed to be infinitely stretched, he idly recalled his life and what he wanted to do.

As if waking up in an instant, Mo Yi suddenly remembered what he wanted to do.

He wanted to sweep away the demons and avenge his adoptive father, and he wanted to tell Bai Gongzi that they could spend the rest of their lives together.

But as soon as Mo suddenly remembered, he was going to die.

Mo laughed, and it was only for a moment, and his face didn't even have time to smile.

Kong Ping'an held the Holy Dao Sword in his hand, standing in the center of the light, feeling the terrifying power.

The invisible blade swallowed up even the sound, and in the light was another world, where there was only light as far as the eye could see, and only tranquility as the ear could hear.

But the man who wields the sword can still see beyond the light.

Kong Ping'an saw the smile in Mo's eyes, he didn't understand.

However, thinking that this person would definitely die, the contemporary Yan Shenggong was also relieved, after all, he was going to die.

Then Moyi took a step forward.

He stepped into the light-shrouded range.

At that moment, a ray of light crossed Mo Yi's body.

He didn't die.

Mo raised his sword and blocked the light with the blade.

But this was just the beginning, and the second ray of light came to Mo Yi's side.

For a moment, Kong Ping'an began to imagine what Mo Yi would rely on if he survived.

Then he laughed.

That moment wasn't over yet.

Another Mo Yi appeared in the light, and raised his sword to block the second light.

"Tianxin Sword!"

Kong Ping'an really shouted, he was so surprised.

Even when he shouted these three words, the light was still approaching Mo Yi, and Mo Yi also blocked every sword, and now, there were thirteen Mo Yi in the sword light of the Holy Dao Sword.

"You ......"

Kong Ping'an wanted to say something, but he found that he didn't know what to say.

The people's heart is the heart of heaven, and one person is ten thousand people, that is the Tianxin Sword, the strongest swordsmanship of the Mo family, and it is also the strongest martial arts in the theory of the hundred schools of thought - in fact, no one thinks that anyone can use the Tianxin Sword, in the eyes of the hundred schools, it is just the self-boasting of the dream butterfly method of the crazy birth Zhuang Zhou.

Yan Shenggong's heart flashed through countless descriptions of this sword technique, but in the end, he found that everything was meaningless in front of the real Tianxin Sword.

He still couldn't say a word.

The Holy Dao Sword did not stop, and the light was still running.

Mo Yi was still standing in the light, and he swung his long sword at an inhuman speed, blocking a ray of light every time.

Finally, in the next instant, the light was gone.

Kong Ping'an stood in the darkness with the Holy Dao Sword in his hand, and in front of him were forty-nine Mo Yi.

It was only a moment, but it was too long.