At the beginning of the dawn, the air in the mountains and forests is fresh and cool. The Water Moon Sect hidden in the vast mountains and forests looks quiet and mysterious.

At this time, a crucial competition was about to be held in the competition field of the Water Moon Sect, and since the competition would be related to the future of cultivation, a group of teenagers wearing Xuanxi Sect uniforms gathered in the competition field early in the morning. But when people found Mo Cong, who was cowering under an ancient pine, someone pursed his lips disdainfully, raised his chin with a wicked smile and said:

"Hey, look, isn't that Mo Cong!"

"Mo Cong, why did he come to the martial arts arena? Does he also want to go to the Martial God Temple?"

"Just him, dream!"

Looking at the contemptuous and disdainful smile on the face of a young man, Mo Cong bowed his head gloomily, and his small body leaning against the pine tree slowly slipped down.

"Master, if Master is still alive, how nice it would be!"

In the blink of an eye, it has been a year since the death of the master, looking at the young men who are alive and well in the martial arts arena, looking at the quiet ring in the morning light, Mo Cong can't help but have tears in his eyes, it used to be his stage. However, the sudden death of the master, the strange disappearance of the internal force, and the cold eyes and ridicule of the fellow brothers were nothing short of a catastrophe for Mo Cong, who was only twelve years old.

A year is both long and short for a martial arts teenager, and for more than a year, Mo Cong can only watch those fellow disciples surpass him one by one. However, Mo Cong couldn't figure out why these peers were so mean to him.

"Mo Cong, you have remembered for me, this is the world of the strong, no one will sympathize with the weak!" Master's words back then were like a thunderbolt, exploding in Mo Cong's ears.

Although the clothes on his body were a little shabby, Mo Cong was born with a bone like a picture, clean and neat, black and shiny hair half covering a pair of slender sword eyebrows, and bulging cheeks were white and delicate, like a doll-like. Those big eyes embedded in the long eyelashes sparkled with wisdom. The appearance of a teenager alone is enough to make any boy of the same age jealous. It's just that with the sudden death of the master, the aura on Mo Cong's body has long faded, and at this time, in the eyes of the disciples of the Water Moon Sect, Mo Cong is clearly a burden to eat for nothing, so he has also become the object of ridicule by everyone.

"Forget it, don't pay attention to him, Senior Brother Moqi is here. ”

In the flattering gaze of a young man, a young man in white stepped into the ring proudly, and he didn't even bother to look at his opponent.

A white-haired old man struck the gong, and the crisp and cold sound echoed in the mountains and forests. The sound gradually dissipated, and the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense.

This competition of the Water Moon Sect is very important, in this competition, ten disciples will be selected, and three years later, these ten people will represent the Water Moon Sect to participate in the promotion of the Martial God Temple. Therefore, in the next three years, the Water Moon Sect will conduct devilish training on these ten people. In the Martial Arts Continent, being able to enter the ring of the Martial God Temple is a lingering dream in the hearts of almost every martial arts teenager. Therefore, knowing that the training in the future will be extremely difficult, but in order to be included in the list of ten people, the young people under the ring are eager to try and their blood is boiling. But none of this had anything to do with Mo Cong, he could only watch from afar.

"Senior Brother Moqi, you played beautifully!"

The white-clothed young man in the ring had a graceful figure, his shot was as fast as lightning, and the pale green cyclone condensed in the palm of his hand drew a beautiful arc in the air before knocking his opponent to the ground.

Winning with one move, and leaving the opponent with no room to fight back, the young man in white has such amazing strength at a young age, which not only won the applause of the onlookers under the ring, but also made the eyes of the young people who were watching widen:

"Nine-layer skill!

"If it's not expected, it won't take a few months to break through to the beginner!"

"With this kind of strength, when the time comes, when you go to the Martial God Temple to compete, you should be able to get that golden medal!"

"That's the highest honor!"

Looking at the bright eyes like flames under the ring, the white-clothed young man in the ring quietly raised a smug smile on his lips.

The white-clothed young man's name is Mo Qiyu, and he is the younger brother of the current head of the Water Moon Sect. Mo Qiyu is not only handsome and handsome. At this moment, the pale green cyclone that had not yet disappeared in the palm of his hand was enough to indicate that he was about to break through the primary stage of physical cultivation. Breaking through the elementary level at the age of twelve, this can be called a miracle for a small sect like the Water Moon Sect. Therefore, there were also many infatuated girls in the crowd, unabashedly throwing winks at Mo Qiyu, and even the arrogant and disdainful expression on Mo Qiyu's face made them fascinated.

Looking at this once-in-a-century genius in the sect, even the four elders sitting in the ring had their eyes flashing, twisting their beards in their hands, and muttered:

"Alas, it's really a hero out of a boy!"

"The appearance of such a talent in the Water Moon Sect is really a blessing from heaven!"

"Well, in this way, the spirit of Lord Truman's presence in the sky can also get some comfort!"

"Although this is just an internal competition of our Water Moon Sect, however, to have such strength at such a young age, I'm afraid it is rare to see it in the Martial Arts Continent!haha!" Among the four elders, the Chuan Gong Leader looked particularly proud, and an old smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"What!" Hearing the words of approval from several elders to Mo Qiyu, Mo Cong shook his head disdainfully. The obsession with martial arts made Mo Cong forget his situation, and the competition in the ring attracted his attention, and when he felt the cold gaze around him, he suddenly found that he had involuntarily walked into the crowd.

"Mo Cong, are you not convinced?" asked a tall and thin boy in the crowd coldly.

Looking at the cold gaze of the tall and thin young man, Mo Cong's heart trembled suddenly, and he snorted: "I, I'm here to see the junior sister competition." ”

Seeing this, the tall and thin young man whistled leisurely, a trace of cold glint flashed in his small eyes, he looked around, and sneered: "Senior sister doesn't seem to be here, Mo Cong, don't always use senior sister as a shield, have the ability to go on stage and fight with Senior Brother Mo Qi? Aren't you Master's personal disciple? Show your strength and let us see!"

Hearing this, several onlookers pouted their lips and said coldly:

"What a personal disciple, I think it's in vain!"

"That's it, even if it's Master's personal disciple, what can he do?

"That's what I said, this kind of person is really cheeky, the master is gone, and he can't practice martial arts, so he still stays in the sect and doesn't leave!"

"Don't you know that his family is so poor that they can't even eat!"

Seeing this situation, the thin and tall young man became more and more proud, squinted a pair of thin eyes, and said coldly: "Mo Cong, do you hear? The Water Moon Sect is not a place for people to eat idle meals, don't think that with Chu Ci protecting you, I don't dare to do anything to you." Didn't Master give you the nickname Tiger back then? I want to see if you are a great tiger or a hunter like me! Hey, hey, hey!" After saying that, the young man waved his fist viciously in front of Mo Cong, and looked around with a wicked smile on his face, and there was another burst of ridicule in the crowd

Smelling those sharp and piercing discussions and bursts of ridicule, Mo Cong's face was hot and he bowed his head and said nothing. Chu Ci in people's mouths is Mo Cong's little junior sister and the only daughter of the master. Even though under the protection of this little junior sister, these people didn't dare to use their fists and kicks against Mo Cong, but for more than a year, those verbal stimuli have made Mo Cong's young heart suffer.

Maybe Mo Cong was born an unlucky bastard, and his poor family was just a story that the Lord of Trumen made up for Mo Cong in order to hide people's eyes and ears, in fact, Mo Cong was already homeless, and he didn't even know who his biological parents were. Now the only thing that has remained the same for him is the little junior sister who everyone loves, but at this moment, there is no junior sister in the martial arts arena, and Mo Cong doesn't know what to do for a while.

"Mo Cong, what are you hesitating about? Hurry up and fight him! Aren't you Master's personal disciple! Show your hand and let us see!" someone in the crowd shouted ill-willedly.

Looking at the contemptuous gazes around him, Mo Cong bit his lip tightly, and an internal force that was too weak to be weaker made the young man's wrist pulse beat violently, and then he was relieved. Due to the excessive use of internal force, Mo Cong only felt a faint pain in his lower abdomen, and then frowned.

"Pretend to be pitiful, if you can fight, you can fight, and if you can't fight, you will admit defeat. ”

"It's just that if you don't have the strength to dare to come to the martial arts arena, it's just that you don't know the height of the sky. ”

"I think that a person like this can only hide behind Chu Ci's skirt for the rest of his life. ”

For Mo Cong, time seemed to freeze, and he only felt that he was about to be swallowed alive by the sarcastic smiles and cold gazes around him.

"Mo Cong, you have remembered for me, this is the world of the strong, and no one will sympathize with the weak!" Master's words once again echoed in the young man's ears. Mo Cong began to practice martial arts at the age of three, was accepted as a personal disciple by the master of Chumen at the age of six, and had already broken through the primary stage of "physical cultivation" at the age of nine, but now, Mo said that he was a tall and thin boy in front of him, even if he was the weakest person in the sect, he could easily defeat him. Still, let him give in to people for no reason, that will never happen. As a result, the atmosphere in the arena became a little tense, and the one-sided momentum put Mo Cong in a dilemma.

"Mo Cong, have you seen it? Senior Brother Mo Qi is about to break through the primary level soon! Heh! This kind of progress is beyond your imagination!" In the crowd, a slender and delicate girl approached Mo Cong, the girl moved her starry eyes, looking at the blue sky, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, and a little banter, and said with a smile: "Chu Ci doesn't seem to be here, Mo Cong, you better go and play elsewhere! A place like this doesn't seem to be suitable for you!" After speaking, the girl blinked weirdly.

The girl who spoke was named Liu Yun, who was not only slender, but also had a charming face as delicate as a flower with dew drops in the morning light. The girl is charming but not demonic, intelligent, and has extraordinary strength. However, this girl seems to have been born to be against Mo Cong, not long after she came to the Water Moon Sect, she had a big quarrel with Mo Cong, but fortunately, with the protection of the master at that time, the matter was over. At this time, Liu Yun seems to have seized the best opportunity for revenge.

"See!" Mo Cong looked at Liu Yun in a daze, replied weakly, and then rushed out of the crowd and left the arena.

"Willow, Willow Cloud?"

Liu Yun clearly relieved Mo Cong, which the tall and thin young man could see clearly, but when he turned his head and looked at the girl in front of him who was neither gentle nor tricky, her face was as calm as water, and she was very mysterious, the arrogant posture just now was swept away, and he hurriedly accompanied the smiling face and obediently stepped aside. The young onlookers also dispersed in amusement. In the Water Moon Pie, everyone knows that this girl named Liu Yun is not easy to mess with.

"Hmph! deserve it!" Looking at Mo Cong's lonely and lost back, Liu Yun shook his head, but the girl's strange eyes seemed to have some kind of indescribable resentment.

The ancient mountain road is full of ancient trees, vines and roses, and the dazzling sunlight penetrates the dense branches and leaves like a sword, and the light and shadow like sand make the originally not too long curved mountain road seem deep and far.

Mo Cong lowered his head and walked alone in the mountains and forests.

"Mo Cong, who told you to come to the martial arts arena? Didn't I tell you a long time ago that you were not allowed to come?"

Mo Cong only cared about walking with his head down, and this angry shout made the young man shiver all over. On the narrow mountain road, a handsome and dashing middle-aged man just over thirty blocked Mo Cong's way. This person was handsome, wearing a brocade robe, a dragon cloud jade belt around his waist, and on the powerful left index finger, a shining palm seal ring reflected a dazzling light. This person is Mo Qifeng, the new head of the Water Moon Sect.

Even though he lowered his head, Mo Cong could still feel the anger of the senior brother in charge. Over the past year or so, every time he saw the handsome and dashing new head of the Water Moon Sect, Mo Cong avoided him like a mouse seeing a cat, and this new head did not have a good impression of Mo Cong, and even sometimes Mo Cong walked in the wrong posture, which would attract a reprimand for no reason.

When the master was still alive, Mo Cong rarely came into contact with this senior brother, and although the senior brother in his impression was not smiling, he could still see a smile from time to time, but since the senior brother took over the position of head of the family, he never gave Mo Cong a good face.

Dodging the indignant eyes of the senior brother in charge, Mo Cong looked down at the hard stone slab and didn't dare to speak, at this time, he could even hear his own heartbeat.

"I asked Brother Mo Cong to come!"

The sweet voice like a silk string made Mo Cong's heart suddenly brighten, and in the young man's surprised gaze, a delicate girl in a light blue shirt arrived. The girl not only has a pleasant voice, but also is dignified and quiet, exuding youthful vitality and vigor all over her body. A black soft, shiny long hair sets off her immature and fair cheeks, under the thin eyebrows like a crescent moon, there is a pair of pure and charming Danfeng eyes, the pupils are as clear as water, the delicate jade nose, and the fresh red lips all show her extraordinary appearance, and her slightly developed figure also looks more slender and smart.

"Senior sister!" Mo Cong was secretly happy in his heart, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The girl is Chu Ci, the little junior sister who grew up with Mo Cong since childhood, and the only daughter of the former head of the Water Moon Sect, Chu Sect. However, the ruthless fate has turned this gifted girl into a poor orphan.

Chu Ci's tepid answer made the head of Mo Qi, who could not be ignored, speechless for a while, and the girl's contemptuous attitude also made him somewhat embarrassed. Helpless, thinking of the late master's affection and the powerful forces behind the girl, the new head could only hold back the anger in his heart, and his tone eased a lot, and said softly: "Don't delay the competition!" After speaking, he glared at Mo Cong again before leaving.

Watching Mo Qifeng walk away, Chu Ci's eyebrows were also slightly soothed, looking at Mo Cong with a depressed face, and asked indignantly: "Brother Mo Cong, those people are bullying you again, right?"

"No! I'm fine, hehe!" Mo Cong rolled his eyes and smiled at Chu Ci, a mouthful of white teeth was undoubtedly exposed, but the dimples with a manly taste looked extremely unnatural.

"And say it's okay, your face is so ugly!" Chu Ci pursed her mouth and glared at Mo Cong lightly, and then, a gentle gaze flowed out of her delicate Danfeng's eyes, obviously she knew the boy in front of her well, and she was also very kind.

Mo Cong licked his lips shyly, he also knew that his little thoughts could not be hidden in front of this smart little junior sister, he hesitated for a moment, and muttered: "Senior sister, just now, where did you go?"

"Me?" Chu Ci blinked, looking a little disappointed, looked at Mo Cong, and said, "I just went to the concierge to see if there is a letter from Sister Zhilan." It's really strange, Sister Zhilan has obviously promised me to help you find a way, but why hasn't she replied for so long!"

"Zhilan?" Hearing Zhilan's name, Mo Cong's heart couldn't help but tighten again

The "Yunzhong faction" is the first sect in the martial arts continent, and even those royal families who cannot be ignored and the martial god temple that orders the martial arts have to give it three points, and Zhilan is the youngest daughter of the head of the Yunzhong faction. With a prominent background, coupled with talent and intelligence, Zhilan is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also excellent in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was known as the first talented woman in the rivers and lakes at the age of seven or eight.

The Lord of Chumen had a good relationship with the head of the Yunzhong faction during his lifetime, Zhilan and Chu Ci were of the same age, and they were like sisters, so Zhilan was a frequent visitor to the Water Moon faction when she was a child. In the eyes of the disciples of the Water Moon Sect, Zhilan was like the moon in the sky, high and unreachable, and never looked at people squarely. Being able to be summoned by her to come and go as soon as possible has become a luxury in the hearts of the young men of the Water Moon Sect. However, in the Water Moon Sect, only Mo Cong can enjoy such treatment, so Mo Cong has not been less enlightened about the temper of the little princess

Gently looking at Chu Ci, Mo Cong lowered his head and said, "Maybe Zhilan is busy practicing!" Although he said this, Mo Cong felt inferior in his heart, although he had known Zhilan for a long time, but after all, he hadn't seen him for many years, since he was at the master's funeral, Zhilan's father seemed to be very uninterested in this beloved apprentice of his old friend, and even a little bored, and ignored Mo Cong's love. Thinking of those past events, Mo Cong felt that with Zhilan's identity, he might have forgotten all about him a long time ago.

Seeing that Mo Cong's face was a little ugly, Chu Ci pursed his red lips lightly, and said with a light smile: "Brother Mo Cong, don't worry! Sister Zhilan will definitely help you think of a way! Don't be like those rotten people! I'll go to the martial arts competition first, and I'll look for you at night!" Leaving a wisp of elegant fragrance, the "Water Moon Blue Shirt" tailored to the girl danced among the pines and ancient cypresses, and gradually moved away from Mo Cong's sight.

"Oh!" Looking at the little junior sister who had gone away, Mo Cong nodded blankly.

The Shuiyue Mountain in the night is like a sharp blade reaching the sky, pointing straight to the starry sky. The dilapidated courtyard has long lost its former laughter, and a few ancient willows on both sides of the stone road stretch their fresh and soft green branches, and the mournful cry of birds pierces the night sky, making the night in the mountains seem even more lonely. The clear moonlight reflects the ancient and leisurely cornices and corners, stone roads, and even the spider webs, broken lintels and broken window lattices also look fresh and soft in the bright moonlight. The past has turned into a vestige of the past, and now only Mo Cong lives here.

Mo Cong sat cross-legged under an ancient willow tree, his eyes slightly drooping, his hands crossed his chest, and meditated according to the exercises that Master had taught him in the past. Thinking of the events of the day, Mo Cong had a trace of luck in his heart. In an instant, a faint green cyclone rose between the palms of the young man's hands, but it was a pity that it was fleeting. When he wanted to store the internal force in the dantian, he only felt that the dantian was like a stone blocked, and it could not contain a trace of internal force at all

"Damn!" Mo Cong shook his arms fiercely. Think about it, when he was three years old, the master had already helped him open up the four important acupuncture points of Yin Jiao, Qi Hai, Shimen, and Guan Yuan, and now there was such a strange situation, which made Mo Cong fall into deep confusion.

The moon hung high, the cold stars were dotted, lying under the dense ancient willows, looking at the vast starry sky, Mo Cong's eyes were slightly melancholy, every time in the dead of night, he would think of that night a year ago, and every time he recalled the situation that night, Mo Cong shuddered. That night, a black shadow fell silently in the courtyard, the figure of the man moved slightly, in the blink of an eye, the master fell, the black shadow took away the master's "moon shadow gun" disappeared like a blink of an eye, after a few sneers floated in the bleak night, everything was quiet, the moonlight rippled in the courtyard like water, the stars blinked and cold, the master did not have any scars on his body, but he was dying, the young Chu Ci lay on the body of the master of Chu Men and tears flew like rain, that nightmarish night, forever left in Mo Cong's memory.

"Who is that person?" Looking up at the distant night sky, Mo Cong's sword eyebrows were upside down, and he wanted to cry without tears. For more than a year, Mo Cong kept asking questions to the stars every night. Sometimes, he naively thought that Master was not dead, and maybe one day Master would jump out of the distant galaxy, but unfortunately, except for the occasional meteor that crossed the sky, there was never a figure of Master in the distant night sky