In a few moments, the news was already spreading in the lobby.

The old friends of the Mo family came to visit, and the shot was a luxury gift of a high-grade spirit stone.

Hearing a high-grade spirit stone, many people showed envy on their faces.

Sect cultivators have sect offerings, and they cultivate to a high depth, so they don't have to worry about spiritual stone food at all.

Family monks and those who are not qualified enough to practice are much more difficult on the path of cultivation.

A spirit stone, a Peiyuan period of three or four times of loose cultivation can be used for half a year.

High-grade spirit stones, such treasures, there may not be a piece in the entire Aoki Town.

Mo Yuan and Han Muye, who were pseudonyms Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor, were invited to the main seat.

The masters of the Mo family all sat around.

Mo Yunteng, the head of the Mo family, is a triple master of condensation, and he is also carefully sitting in an offset position at this time.

He saw that this Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor seemed to be only at the peak of Peiyuan's cultivation, and his disciples had not even reached Peiyuan Triple Level.

But it's not possible.

The strong person who can take out the high-grade spirit stone at will must be extremely profound in cultivation, and the cultivation that is revealed is just to not shock the world.

Perhaps, the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor has already built the foundation, and even, the realm?

If you can make friends with such a strong person, the Mo family will soar into the sky, no problem!

With a burning heart, Mo Yunteng and the Mo family were even more earnest, and they gathered around Mo Yuan to talk, so they were not enthusiastic.

Mo Yuan just asked a few words casually, and Mo Yunteng and the others introduced the rise of their family and the strong people in the clan in detail.

Mo Yuan asked a few words from time to time, always pointing at the key points, which made the Mo family sigh that this was really a senior master, and he saw it so thoroughly.

is that there are some things in the cultivation world, the stories of the cultivation world, Mo Yuan casually mentioned a few words, which made everyone feel that they benefited a lot.

"My master has traveled all over the world, and now he also has the meaning of retreating, and the scenery of Aoki Town is good."

Han Muye, who was sitting on the side, spoke intentionally or unintentionally.

Retreat!

Mo Yunteng's face showed joy, and he hurriedly bowed: "Ancestor, my Mo family can be called the first family in Aoki Town, if the ancestor lives in seclusion in Aoki Town, my Mo family can take care of it properly." ”

Han Muye turned his head to look at Mo Yuan.

This is what they have agreed before.

The Mo family wants to tear Mo Yuan's tiger skin, if he returns as Mo Yuan, let people know that Mo Yuan is just a drooping old man who has not stepped into the condensation, I am afraid that he will puncture the Mo family's tiger skin and make the Mo family's prestige decline.

It's better to come back under a pseudonym, be a guest and worship, and leave the rest of your time in the Mo family.

Anyway, after two hundred years, no one knows him.

Hearing Mo Yunteng's words, Mo Yuan didn't nod directly, just smiled and said lightly: "Let's talk about this matter, look at fate." ”

The more he was like this, the more eager Mo Yunteng and the people behind him became.

Maybe with more sincerity in the Mo family, they can impress this strong man and be willing to stay in the Mo family?

Mo Yunteng was just about to add some chips when there was a commotion at the door.

The newcomer of the Sun family has arrived.

"Hehe, you guys take kisses quickly, don't worry about me." Mo Yuan smiled and waved his hand.

"I like the excitement of such festive things."

Hearing Mo Yuan's words, Mo Yunteng's eyes lit up.

Older people are like this, they like to watch their juniors be lively and prosperous.

This ancestor really regarded the Mo family as affectionate, so he would say this.

As long as this family affair is done beautifully, maybe it will make the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor move his mind to stay in the Mo family.

"What the seniors said is that the juniors will go to pick up their relatives first."

Mo Yunteng bowed to Mo Yuan and led the Mo family to stride away.

The guests in the entire lobby also walked out.

"Hey, the Mo family can be so strong, and I am also happy in my heart." In the empty hall, Mo Yuan turned his head to look at the pillars hung with red silk, and the word "happiness" hanging high, and spoke in a low voice.

"Returning the Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect and going back to my hometown to see, two things, my wish has been fulfilled."

"And, both of these things exceeded my expectations."

"Makino, you are definitely a genius of sword cultivation, and the return of ten thousand swords to the sect is in your hands, and you will definitely be able to carry it forward."

"The Mo family is so prosperous, I will train a few more juniors, and in this life, I will have no regrets."

As he spoke, Mo Yuan untied the long sword hanging from his waist and put it on the table.

"Makino, let you pretend to be my disciple, and the sword I carry with me will be regarded as a reward for you."

"Also, you can take this elixir."

The jade bottle containing the elixir that increased one-year longevity was also placed on the table.

"Senior, these are all useful things for you." Han Muye shook his head and said in a low voice.

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "I can see through what is useful or useless, but you still can't see through it?" ”

Han Muye still wanted to speak, but Mo Yuan said in a deep voice: "Accept it quickly, don't let outsiders see it." ”

At the doorway, the commotion was near.

Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to collect the jade bottle, and then held the long sword with both hands, and pressed his palms on the hilt of the sword.

"Hum—"

A soft sound that only he could hear, the sword that had resisted him shook slightly.

Pictures flashed in Han Muye's mind.

Forging that has been tempered for thousands of years.

A young man's sword dance.

Hundreds of swordsmanship practices.

Vows to create a sword that will pour the sky into the sky.

After two hundred years, the sword qi was condensed, but he was powerless.

Han Muye felt that in the long sword, there was a thick sword qi that was about to condense into sword intent circulating.

This sword qi is the warmth that Mo Yuan has devoted his whole life to.

But this sword qi, Mo Yuan is no longer able to make an envoy because of old age and frailty.

Han Muye's palm opened the hilt lightly.

He had already comprehended nearly a hundred swordsmanship from this long sword called Qing Ming.

But he couldn't bear to collect the sword qi in his sword.

This sword qi is Mo Yuan's life.

If this sword qi is collected, this sword will be cut off from Mo Yuan.

There was jubilation in the lobby, Mo Yuan sat there, smiling and watching, and people came to toast, but he did not refuse.

Especially the couple of newcomers in red stepped forward to bow and salute, Mo Yuan smiled and stepped forward to support.

"Grandpa, I don't have anything to give."

"In this way, in a few days, you come, and I will teach you a few swordsmanship." Holding his long beard, Mo Yuan's face was full of smiles.

His words surprised the Mo family.

It was clear that the old man was willing to stay, even if temporarily.

"Don't thank you grandpa." Mo Yunteng hurriedly drank and asked his son and daughter-in-law to kowtow to Mo Yuan.

Not far away, among the guests who sent off their relatives, several people watched this scene coldly.

"Senior Brother Jiang Heng, what is the origin of this Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor?" A middle-aged man covered with redwoods and lined with thin armor asked in a deep voice.

The short-bearded middle-aged man named Jiang Heng had a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"The footsteps are vain, the eyes are cloudy, and it is clear that the longevity is about to end."

"There is a little sword qi on his body, but his aura is mixed, and his cultivation is at most three or four levels of condensation."

"Go ahead with the plan, the old man has nothing to worry about."

Hearing his words, the others looked at each other and nodded.

"Smack-"

A porcelain bowl fell to the ground, and the screeching sound was in a jubilant atmosphere, like scissors cutting through brocade.

"What kind of broken wine, the Mo family looks down on my Sun family too much!"

An eight-foot-tall young man staggered to his feet and stretched out his hand to the newcomers.

"Mo Yucheng, your Mo family is so hospitable?"

Above the lobby, there was a sudden silence.

Mo Yuan Ancestor narrowed his eyes.

Mo Yunteng felt a sigh in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"It's my Mo family who is slacking off, hurry, send ten jars of snow to brew."

Falling snow brewing, that is a well-known good wine, which contains a trace of aura, a jar requires a spirit stone.

Entertaining guests with such good wine, Mo Yunteng felt distressed.

But at this time, what he has to do is to make the scene jubilant and lively, and there must be no twists and turns.

"Don't send any snow brew."

The young man who spoke up looked at Mo Yunteng with suppressed anger in his eyes.

"I heard someone say just now that the Mo family is the first family in Aoki Town, and my Sun family is just an ordinary family in Yanggu County.

The young man took a step forward, and the long sword wrapped in red silk at his waist was unsheathed.

"Let me see, how capable the younger generation of your Mo family is."

Draw your sword!

With such great joy, there was a cold sword light, and all the Mo family members were cold.

In the lobby, the guests all quietly moved back.

No one is stupid.

Among the people who sent relatives to the Sun family, no one has spoken out so far, which is a clear intention to provoke trouble.

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