15. Don't talk about things

"What are you being a Dao Monarch Realm powerhouse? How can you say that you will encounter it, even if you do, you think that with the cultivation that we have just stepped into the Venerable Realm, we can solve it. Mu Yirou shook her head and said. "Don't underestimate your Uncle Mo's sword, it's a high-quality product, yes, but it's a first-class weapon, how many Sword Pavilion disciples want such a sword but can't get it. If we hadn't completed a mission, there wouldn't have been such a sword for us to use. ”

"It's so difficult to get a good sword, so what qualities do other inner disciples use?" asked Chuanting couldn't help but widen his eyes, what Mu Yirou said, made him in a trance, and he almost couldn't believe that it was true.

If according to what Mo Weirui said, the inheritance scroll corresponds to the grade of the demon beast, such a high-quality long sword cannot pierce the skin of the Dao Monarch Realm demon beast, how can this be fought, purely send to death, not to mention the cultivation gap between the two, that is, the Venerable Realm demon beast, if you don't use fifty percent of your strength, you can't pierce a layer of their flesh and skin, this is still a case of a sword. If you don't use a sharp sword, in the face of the Venerable Realm Demon Beast, if you don't use all your strength, you can't pierce the beast's skin, so how do you need to kill the other party?

"Generally, inner disciples use weapons a little better than mine, and they are worse than senior sisters. It is more than enough to deal with the One Realm and the Venerable Realm. ”

"It's more than enough, why is Uncle Mu's sword so much worse?" asked Chuanting in surprise and disbelief.

"Let's talk about it, your Uncle Mu sold the sword that the Sword Pavilion rewarded her with and exchanged it for other resources. Mo Weirui saw that Mu Yirou was difficult to speak, and couldn't help but take over the conversation.

"Why do you want to sell it, what resources are so important? Isn't it said that the sword is the second life of the sword cultivator?" asked Chuanting was even more confused, looking at the two people in front of him, Mo Weirui didn't want to say more, Mu Yirou's eyes dodged. Asked Chuanting couldn't help but feel moved, "Is it because of me?"

"Don't think nonsense, how can it be because of you!" Mu Yirou said anxiously, waving her hands again and again, trying to deny it.

"Xiao Rou. Mo Weirui accentuated her voice, a hesitant look appeared in her eyes, and instantly turned firm, "With the wisdom of a small boat, you will know sooner or later." Look at him now, he speaks in a clear manner, and if you don't look at his appearance, you still think he is an adult. If it weren't for you and me watching him grow up, I would have thought that he was an old monster who didn't grow up. ”

"If you want to hide it, how long can you hide it?" Mo Weirui stared at Mu Yirou, seeing that she was still struggling and hesitating, she couldn't help but be angry, "If you don't say it, I will say it!"

"Senior sister!" Mu Yirou stomped her feet and nervously stopped Mo Weirui.

"It really has something to do with me?!" Wen Chuanting frowned, although he had a long memory, he had no impression of this matter.

"Okay Xiaorou, isn't it just one thing, and it's not something to be ashamed to say, and besides, we don't ask Chou'er to do something, even if we ask, with his current body, even if he is smart, what can he do?" Mo Weirui broke free of Mu Yirou's arm, and asked Chuanting with a serious face, "Chou'er, talking about this, it's not asking for anything, you don't have any burden in your heart, Uncle Mo just wants you to understand that your Uncle Mu has paid a lot for you, no matter what, you can't let her down." ”

"Uncle Mo, I know you, I keep your kindness in my heart. Facing Mo Weirui's gaze, Wen Chuanting replied seriously.

"Well, it's good that you know!" Mo Weirui nodded, "This matter also started with your mother running away, before your mother left, she entrusted you to the care of the two of us, I originally thought it was just a matter of a few days, but I didn't expect your mother to go and not see each other." ”

Mo Weirui fell into the memory, tears flowed on her face, and she sat quietly on the animal skin, silent. He also fell into memories, and he remembered this paragraph clearly, but he didn't know what it had to do with Mu Yirou's selling swords.

Fortunately, Mo Weirui did not fall into the memory too deeply, and after a while, she came back to her senses and continued, "Your mother left some resources, saying that they were used to take care of you, we have not taken children, and we don't know how much to take with children for a few days, time has passed for a long time, we found that things are wrong, and then I realized that your mother left too many resources, not just for a period of time, but for a year, maybe your mother believed that she could come back within a year." ”

"One year, I should have been three years old by then. Ask Chuanting muttered in his heart, he had a general impression of these situations, and he didn't want to interrupt Mo Weirui, so he could only listen quietly.

"A year later, we got the news and we learned the seriousness of the matter. At the same time, the resources left by your mother have been exhausted, and our resources together can only last for half a year. We couldn't help it, we were in a hurry, and in the end, Xiaorou came up with a way. ”

Seeing Mo Weirui say it, Mu Yirou had no way to stop it, so she could only let out a long sigh on the side, and with this sigh, she seemed to have exhausted her energy, and the whole person slumped and sat there paralyzed.

Mo Weirui glanced at it and continued, "The solution that Xiao Rou came up with is to sell the items rewarded by the Sword Pavilion in exchange for the resources to support you. This is also something that can't be helped, at that time, Xiaorou has taken care of you full-time and no longer goes out to practice, and it is precisely because of this that she can make up her mind to sell. ”

Mo Weirui didn't say what to sell, but it was very clear when she asked the biography, the most important thing was the sword, which was impossible for ordinary inner disciples to have, and it was no worse than the fine long sword in Mo Weirui's hand.

"Uncle Mu......" asked Chuanting and screamed softly, but he didn't know what to say. He was too emotional, and at this moment, he only felt moved in his heart, his blood was rolling, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something.

"Ugly!" Mu Yirou smiled, and under the firelight, his body seemed to bloom with thousands of lights, dispelling the entire night. "Don't take it to heart, your mother will hand you over to us, and we will definitely raise you and let you grow up safe and happy. ”

Wen Chuanting smiled, tears on his face, at this moment he really wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Never before did I hate myself and hate the deity so much, "Why does separation give me so many emotional memories but doesn't give me the ability to express them?"

"Ugly boy, don't cry!" Mu Yirou reached out to wipe away the tears on his face, and couldn't stop comforting him. Her eyes turned white at Mo Weirui, blaming her for shaking things up today.

"Uncle Mo, you see if we can redeem Uncle Mu's sword if we sell these scrolls. Ask Chuanting to look up at Mo Weirui, Mu Yirou has taken care of him all the year round, and it is easy not to step out of this small courtyard, and this matter can only be found by Mo Weirui.

"Don't!"

"Can't be sold!"

The former was Mu Yirou who was stopping it, and Mo Weirui also shouted. The anxious expressions of the two made Wen Chuan quite confused, and he didn't understand why the two were so nervous.

"Don't sell it!" Mo Weirui was anxious, and her eyes looked fiercely at Chuanting.

Wen Chuanting believes that as long as he insists on a word, it will inevitably cause Mo Weirui to be angry.

"Why can't you sell it?" asked Chuanting to glare back at the other party, ignoring her ferocity.