This is a martial world, and this place is called the Martial Spirit Continent.

The martial arts here can be traced back to ancient times and have been integrated into the soul of the continent.

Respect for martial arts, respect for the strong.

Regardless of gender, old and young, as long as they are born in this world, then they are destined to form an indissoluble bond with martial arts for the rest of their lives.

In such a world, there is no shortage of martial arts masters, and there are not a few waste materials! Masters are always admirable existences, but waste materials are a shame in this world, they can only do what civilians should do, farming, farming and weaving. Although they are also an important part of the country, they are a class of inferior people that people look down on!

In this world where martial arts are rampant, if someone asks, where is the peak of martial arts? Even the civilians who farm the land know that there is a saying in the world: The art of the sword is the only evil in the world.

Mo Xie is the first person in the Martial Arts Empire and the general of Zhenguo. At least that's nationally recognized!

In this country, people are not in awe of this legendary existence, but mostly full of sighs and regrets.

Mo Xie had a total of five sons, three sons died on the battlefield, one son was disabled in a battle, and one youngest son......

When this son is mentioned, the whole country may shake their heads and sigh: the father is the imperial sword god, but the son is ......

Mo Wuxian is Mo Xie's youngest son. The reason why it is called Mo Wuxie, Mo Xie's intentions are very deep, not only because of his love, but also because his three sons died on the battlefield, and one son was also disabled because of the battlefield, and he didn't want the Mo family to be extinct, he hoped that this younger son could neutralize Yazheng, and it was best not to practice martial arts, so that he could live a life without worrying about food and clothing.

What made Mo Ye happy and decadent several times was that this little son was born with blocked meridians and was a standard martial arts training waste. Unable to practice martial arts, he decided to let his youngest son inherit his duke title, so that glory and wealth would accompany him for the rest of his life.

Originally, this was a good thing, but what Mo Wuxian did made Mo Xie break his brain scripture again.

Mo Wuxian's reputation seems to be no less than that of his father, however, his reputation is notoriety.

The children of gentlemen, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling are all experts, and the evil is full of ugly things spread thousands of miles. This is what the public gave Mo Wuxian to evaluate.

Mo Xie couldn't do anything about his son's failure, because his mother died when he gave birth to him, and he had no one to discipline him all year round, and it was too late when he wanted to discipline him. He was reluctant to blame this little son, and he was reluctant to let anyone bully him, so sometimes he acted as a calf protector, which also made Mo Wuxian even more lawless.

In Mo Ye's words: "I can't help it, who called this the last seedling of my family!"

The plan of the day begins in the morning.

Mo Ye, who had gray hair and a serious face, was watching the art of war in the study of the Duke's Palace, but unexpectedly, a panicked voice came from afar. He frowned and asked, "Qinghe, what's so flustered?"

Although his voice was not loud, it spread throughout the Duke's Palace, startling a little girl outside, but she still desperately ran to the master's study.

"Master, it's not good, young master, he, he, he ......"

Mo Ye stood up suddenly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qinghe stuttered when he spoke in a panic, but he still said it: "Little, young master, no, I'm out of gas!"

"What?"

Mo Ye disappeared into the study at once, and the next moment he arrived in another room.

His speed was too fast, and the room was squeaking and squeaking on both sides because the door was not closed.

There was a man of eighteen or nineteen years old lying on the bed in the bedroom, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but Mo Ye felt a blank in his mind.

Even if a mosquito flies in the garden, he can accurately tell where it is, whether it is male or female. And at this time, what frightened him was that the big boy on the bed did not make the slightest sound, his breathing stopped, and his heartbeat stopped!

Suddenly, Mo Ye's old tears flowed silently, and he took a step back and fell to sit on a round stool next to the round table.

"My son, are you just gone?" Mo Xie staggered up again, reaching out to put his hand on Mo Wuxie's pulse.

His hands were cold, and his pulse had long since stopped, indicating that he had been dead for hours!

Just as Mo Xie's desperate choked voice spread throughout the room, a miracle happened.

Mo Wuxian's fingers, which should have been dead, suddenly moved, and then his head followed suit, and then he opened his eyes.

As a gentleman, these eyes should have been cloudy, but at this time, a vision occurred.

Mo Wuxie's eyes were as clear as the stars, reflecting the veil tent.

He didn't get up, but kept looking at the bad place, a luxurious retro room with a super large bed that could sleep eight or nine people together. Of course, he also saw Mo Ye, but there was only confusion in his eyes.

"Where is this?" asked Mo Wuxie.

His voice was weak, but it sounded like a heavenly voice to the ears of others, full of infinite hope. Mo Xie instinctively looked at Mo Wuxian on the bed, trembling with excitement.

"Ha Lu Ha, Lao Tzu said, how can my old Mo family cut off their children and grandchildren, Ha Lu Ha!" Mo Ye laughed excitedly.

Mo Xie stepped forward and was about to take Mo Wuxie's arm, but Mo Wuxian actually grabbed his wrist violently and shouted, "Who are you?"

Mo Xie was not angry, on the contrary, he was very happy, his wrist just shook, and Mo Wuxie's hand that held his wrist was bounced away, and said with a smile: "You kid won't have amnesia, right?

Mo Wuxian suddenly screamed, rolled off the bed with his head in his arms, and immediately frightened Mo Xie and shouted: "Qinghe, hurry up and invite the doctor, hurry!"

The doctor came, and he also diagnosed Mo Wuxie, but he said with a smile: "My lord, Ling Gongzi couldn't be better, and the villain will leave!"

Since the doctor said so, Mo Xie also believed it, he thought it was Mo Wuxie's nonsense this time, and ordered Qinghe to make porridge for him to replenish his body and left.

Mo Wuxian sat on the bed with his legs crossed, and muttered, "I'll me, I won't cross over, right?"

"Young Master, what are you talking nonsense?" Qinghe put a bowl of porridge on the stool next to the bed, and quickly retreated backwards, as if he was afraid that Mo Wuxian would pounce on him.

Mo Wuxian looked at Qinghe and felt very funny: "You are afraid of me?"

Qinghe nodded, lowered his head but stopped squeaking.

Mo Wuxian asked, "Which dynasty is this?"

Qinghe said in surprise: "I said young master, you won't pretend to be dead and your head is confused, right?" This is the martial arts empire of the Wuhun Continent, and the room you are in is the room in the lord's duke's mansion." ”

Mo Wuxian collected a search in his mind for a while, and actually found fragmentary memories, this Qinghe didn't lie, and muttered in a low voice: "I have a fork, I crossed this time outrageously, no matter, as long as I don't die, it's a big deal!"

He got out of bed and walked to the round table, and Qinghe ran towards the door violently, stood on the edge of the door frame, and said vigilantly: "Young master, what are you muttering? I don't care if you are pretending to be crazy or really crazy, if you pounce again, I will go to the master to complain!"

Mo Wuxian was stunned for a moment, and he already knew that the so-called young master before was definitely a big bad guy who was extremely bad.

"Okay, Miss Qinghe, please go out first, I'll call you if there's something!"

Qinghe was obviously stunned, with an incredible look on his face, and said, "I said young master, are you really not bad in your brain?

Mo Wuxian smiled: "If you don't leave, I'll let you know how good I was before the Dao!"

Qinghe shrunk his neck and disappeared at the door.

Mo Wuxian stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and said with a smile: "This person with eyes like a star, eyebrows like a spring mountain, chic and handsome, with a sense of evil, is me?

He shook his head, his neck creaked, and said, "I didn't expect that this guy gave me a body when he was dying, and he still retains his previous memories, let me see, what kind of world is this!"

After a while, he smiled scoundrelly and said, "Miracle, miracle, this guy's name is the same as mine, also called Mo Wuxie, Ha Lu Ha, it's really fate." Hey, he used to be so bad, it's good, and I'm not much better, right for taste. However, this body is really bad, not to mention the blockage of the meridians, the sea of qi is almost impossible to find, and it will take a lot of effort to start over!"

Hey, this thing wouldn't be there too!?

A foreign body suddenly appeared in Mo Wuxie's mind, and a startled sound came out of his mouth. If his head were transparent, it would be seen that there was a coffin in his head at this time. The coffin seems to be transparent, but it exudes a faint blue halo from the inside out, full of mystery.

Mo Wuxian was excited, and walked back and forth in the room excitedly, and kept muttering: I made a fork, it seems that the death was worth it, and the Divine Tomb also followed!

It took a long time for him to calm down, and his mind was caught in a flash of memory......

There is a strange treasure born in Kunlun Mountain, which has attracted the masters of the whole world to go, and Mo Wuxian is one of them. But they underestimated the attraction of the strange treasure, and everyone killed each other as soon as they met. A missile flew in from afar with a long tail, and they didn't know it.

Mo Wuxian was scarred all over his body, but he was holding a huge transparent coffin in his arms, which was what they all called the Divine Tomb.

The missiles flew, and everyone stopped fighting, and they all looked over, and they already felt that death was so near.

Mo Wuxian shed a lot of blood without knowing it, and what he didn't notice was that all the blood that flowed out was swallowed up by the coffin.

Boom - A mushroom cloud rose in Kunlun Mountain, and an earth-shattering loud bang also swept in all directions, and Mo Wuxie's consciousness disappeared in an instant.

When Mo Wuxian came to consciousness again, it was all he had just seen!

This clip flashed through his mind like a movie, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"If you come, you will be safe, this is another chance God gave me!"

He regained his vigor again, but frowned, this body was really terrible.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a coolness in his mind, and his consciousness returned to his mind with this coolness in an instant. As far as the eye can see, it seems like this is the sea and the sky. Above the sea, a coffin was suspended silently, emitting a faint blue glow. He sat on the coffin like that, looking at the world, feeling the brilliance emanating from the coffin, and gradually, revealing a look of surprise.

"This—This is Reiki!"

Suddenly, the coffin shone brightly, and after his consciousness was blurred for a while, he could no longer see the coffin, in front of him was the real world!

After a long time, he suddenly laughed, smashed his fist on the table, and said arrogantly: "The emperor lives up to his wishes, such a powerful aura, plus I, a former martial arts master, why is it difficult to break away from this dilapidated body!"