When he saw the forces of all parties outside the pavilion, Mo Qingben had a fluke in his heart, and he also sank completely, I am afraid that the Sword Casting Pavilion is really in a catastrophe. Instead, thinking of those old guys who were in the Pavilion on the surface, but secretly had already negotiated terms with other forces, and were ready to sell the Sword Casting Pavilion at any time, Mo Qing couldn't help but be full of anger, back then, his father took pity on them, risked the world to save them from fire and water, and now the grace will take revenge, is it not enough for the treatment of the Sword Casting Pavilion over the years?

"Although Luo Bai has scheming in the city, he can't play those old guys alone, I must go back to the pavilion quickly to stabilize the situation, at least, I can't be held by these old things against my throat."

Thinking of this, Mo Qing's figure floated up like a ghost, and after leaving an afterimage in place, he went around to the back mountain of the Sword Casting Pavilion, the back mountain was desolate and lifeless, but this was the only vitality of the Sword Casting Pavilion at the moment. Or the old man of the sword casting had the foresight to leave a secret door in the flawless pavilion protection formation in advance, leaving a secret door that only the master of the sword casting pavilion could know. The dark passage is very secret, in addition to a dense jungle in the outer circle, there are layers of stacked stones in the inner circle, and the stacked stones are quite regular, which is a hidden formation. Mo Qing walked through the jungle, crossed the stacked stones, stepped over the thorny ground under his feet, and finally came to a stone wall, he stretched out his hand on the right wall of the stone wall, and gently picked his three fingers, only to hear a very slight rumbling sound, and a stone door slowly opened. Mo Qing turned around and looked around to make sure that he was safe behind him, and then stepped into the stone gate, and as Mo Qing's figure entered the stone gate, the stone gate closed by itself.

The Sword Casting Pavilion, a ten-story tower.

The brows were almost twisted together, and Mo Luo's white eyes, who were sad, suddenly lit up, and he said happily: "Daddy is back." ”

But just as he was about to go down to the pavilion to greet him, he was caught by Lin Qing who was hiding in the dark. Mo Luobai showed doubts, but saw Lin Qing in the dark shaking his head, his face was heavy. Mo Luobai, who had been protected by Lin Qing since he was a child, knew what he was going to say from Lin Qing's subtle expression, the first time he saw such a dignified face, Mo Luobai knew that the Sword Casting Pavilion was still the end of the road after all!

"Grandpa Lin, is it irretrievable?" Mo Luobai's voice trembled, and he didn't even notice it himself.

Lin Qing sighed, and said quietly: "The old pavilion master has passed away, the pavilion master has returned in vain, the forces outside the pavilion have gathered, and the cabinet is full of crises, embattled, and powerless to return to the sky!" ”

Mo Luobai's heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he involuntarily took two steps back, leaning his back against the pillar, supporting the pillar with his palm, his eyes were scattered, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

As Ye Ming of Tibetan Sword Villa said, the "Four Sons of Kyushu" is very famous, but the gold content needs to be considered. As one of the four sons, in fact, Ye Ming's life is no different from that of ordinary gentlemen, born with a golden spoon, and later discovered that he has a very high talent for martial arts, and has been known as the master of the Young Pavilion since he was a child, so it can be seen how his growth treatment is. Although there has been an experience, in this experience, won the reputation of "Liujiang Gongzi", and sat in the pavilion to confirm the position of the young pavilion master, although the cultivation is close to the great master, but after all, the road of life is too smooth, there is Lin Qing in the dark, naturally there has been no ups and downs. But at this moment, the Sword Casting Pavilion, which he had always been proud of, the deepest and hardest barrier behind him, was already in danger less than seven days after his grandfather's death. From now on, don't say whether you can survive, if you are lucky enough to survive, you will become a helpless wanderer, and you will still be a personable "Liujiang Gongzi" at that time?

In the final analysis, although Mo Luo has been in the city since he was a child, coupled with his young age, he has already stepped into the great grandmaster before he is yet twenty years old, and looking at his peers, there are very few who have this achievement, and he is indeed worthy of the title of "Four Sons of Kyushu" in terms of strength, but after all, his heart is not a big deal.

"Young Pavilion Master, you are the hope of the old Pavilion Master and the Pavilion Master, and even the entire Sword Casting Pavilion!"

Lin Qing suddenly raised his voice, changed his ordinary and kind image, was serious and sharp, his eyes were like knives, and he slashed deeply into Mo Luobai's heart. Mo Luobai's heart trembled, his pupils constricted, and he gradually came to his senses.

Let's say that the pavilion master Mo Qing finally returned to the pavilion through the dark passage, I don't know if it was his mood or what the reason is, he suddenly felt that the Sword Casting Pavilion in front of him was very widowed, and the disciples who usually looked quite kind and lovely were so strange now. He looked away, and suddenly saw an old man in a gray robe with a clear face on the sword casting platform in the West Pavilion, constantly twisting his chin and beard, looking at Mo Qing with a smile on his face.

Mo Qing's brows furrowed inadvertently, and then he was relieved, he jumped lightly, and actually stepped over in one step, and came directly to the West Pavilion Sword Casting Platform, this method, even the old man in front of him was slightly stunned.

"Elder Lu, I don't know where the hurricane actually disturbed you out of your retreat." Mo Qing nodded slightly, although he was the elder of this Elder Lu, he still had to have a certain amount of majesty as the pavilion master.

Elder Na Lu smiled "hehe", but he still didn't let go of his beard twisting hand, the skin on his face was dry like tree bark, and it was wrinkled together at the moment, which made Mo Qing feel the urge to tear it apart. Elder Lu was very good at holding the shelf, and after laughing, he looked at Mo Qing again, and after nodding slightly, Fang said, "Pavilion Master, don't you have anything to say to me?" ”

Mo Qing slandered the old and betrayed the old, but on the surface he still smiled and said, "I don't know what Elder Lu said? ”

Elder Lu's fox eyes narrowed slightly, his smile was still frozen on his face, he looked at Mo Qing deeply, and only retracted his gaze for a long time, and when he turned to leave, he dropped a sentence of "do it yourself." Mo Qing didn't say anything, just looked at the fire on the sword-casting platform that had not been completely extinguished. Gradually, Mo Qing showed a sneering smile on his face, and muttered: "It's still true, if you still disobey me or sprinkle a lot of loyalty, then I look down on you Lu Fengbi." ”

The Sword Casting Pavilion is divided into two pavilions, the East Pavilion is responsible for smelting the impurities in the casting materials, and the East Pavilion is responsible for creating the qualitative, and the power of the Sword Casting Pavilion is the Linglong Pagoda where Mo Luobai sits, responsible for contacting the buyer and selling it according to the requirements, which has always been the way of survival of the Sword Casting Pavilion. But since the recurrence of Han Jian Mo's old injury, and in the past few years since Mo Qing took over as the pavilion master, the Sword Casting Pavilion, which has a clear division, has gradually overstepped the rules, and the East Pavilion and the West Pavilion have gradually stretched out their uneasy hands and began to meddle in the takeaway of finished products. In this regard, Mo Qing has always turned a blind eye. After a long time, in addition to controlling the affairs of the cabinet, contacting the seller, and the right to cast and sell, the Linglong Pagoda was all robbed by the east and west pavilions.

At this time, in a secret room in the West Pavilion, the six elders of the West Pavilion led by Elder Lu Fengbi, who had just stood on the sword-casting platform, sat down separately, some were worried, some were looking around, some were there, and some closed their eyes and pretended not to care.

Lu Fengbi finally put down his hand to twist his beard, put it on the stone table and kept beating, the speed became slow and fast, and finally the corner of his mouth lifted a touch of ruthlessness, and the palm of the hand that knocked on the stone table suddenly exerted force, and the strong strength burst out, and the one-foot-thick stone table was cracked slightly, and finally overwhelmed and shattered directly to the ground. In this regard, several elders still look at their noses and noses.

The elder, who was constantly observing, glanced around and opened his mouth, but was glared at by the elder who was there on the other side.

"Little bastard, even if Mo Ran has to be polite to me, what kind of thing are you, you actually play with me, I'm bah, you're still far away!" Although Lu Fengbi did not mention his name, everyone present knew who was insulting.

The elder who observed the words and looked was named Wang Guanguan, who was in his early Chinese New Year's Eve, relying on the nephew of Elder Wang Haoming, who was present with the old god, and the reason why he was able to sit on the position of elder so quickly, in addition to the support of his uncle Wang Haoming, also relied on a pair of perceptive eyes and good flattering eloquence. I was glared at by my uncle before and didn't dare to speak, but now I finally caught the words, and hurriedly said: "What Elder Lu said is true, but I see, this upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, don't you know, at yesterday's elders' meeting, how kind of spirit that little miscellaneous person on the tower was, how old he is, he dared to shout at us, the most hateful one dared to threaten us and others, and I don't want to think about it, if I didn't wait, would the Sword Casting Pavilion be able to hold out until now?" If you want me to say..."

Just when Wang Guanguan was unobstructed, Wang Haoming coughed lightly and signaled to Wang Guanguan, and Wang Guanguan is also a smart person, knowing that he had too many words, he swallowed his saliva and immediately changed the topic: "If you want me to say, now it can be said that the soldiers are coming to the city, Elder Lu, what do you say, I will do it!" ”

After saying that, he quickly got up and bowed. As soon as these words came out, the rest of the elders, including Wang Haoming, also stood up one after another and bowed their hands. Lu Fengbi stretched out his hand and twisted his beard, let out a long breath, and suddenly smiled: "Everyone is laughing, now that the Sword Casting Pavilion is in danger of life and death, we are grateful to the old pavilion master for the kindness of the old pavilion master, and we will live and die with the Sword Casting Pavilion. ”

Everyone looked at each other and smiled, knowing it. At this time, in the East Pavilion, there was also an elder meeting in a hidden secret room. The meeting hall of the Sword Casting Pavilion, the east and west pavilions, and the Linglong Pagoda, a total of one pavilion master, three Dharma protectors, eighteen elders, and thirty personal disciples, are all gathered at this moment. Mo Qing, as the pavilion master, naturally sat in the first place, and the next was the ruling elders of the east and west pavilions, one of which was Lu Fengbi, the pavilion master of the west pavilion. Next to Mo Qing, there is an old man with a dragon bell, who is about to die, but Rao is arrogant like Lu Fengbi is also afraid of him. It is said that this person is older than the qualifications of the old pavilion master Mo Ran, he is the best friend of the second-generation pavilion master, and he is also the centering pillar in the stormy era of the original Sword Casting Pavilion, and they all know that the status of the sword casting master in the rivers and lakes is not even comparable to the alchemist, it can be said that he is the lowest level of the rivers and lakes except for slaves, as for why it is so low, it is unknown. But this old man, although he is also a swordsmith, his status in the rivers and lakes is not lower than that of the heads of various factions, not because of his profound cultivation, and secondly, not because of how virtuous and respectful he is, the most important thing is that it is rumored that in fact, the old man of the swordsmith is the only surviving and only heir in the world!

This identity is enough to deter the rivers and lakes!

Although the old man of the sword forging has passed away for many years, the rest of the power has reverberated in the rivers and lakes for decades!

The old man's name is Ou Qingfeng, and he is about one hundred and fifty years old this year, but it is also said that this person is already in his eighties, after all, there are very few people who can live to such an age in contemporary times, not to mention very few, so the specific age does not matter. The name of Qingfeng was taken by his father, the old man who forged the sword, and was born from "the green mountains do not change the green water and the sky, and the winding and rugged bell becomes the peak", which means that he can stick to his heart and have an unhindered future in the martial arts, and reach the peak.

However, Ou Qingfeng disappointed his father, not to mention that when he was young, because he was greedy for vulgar pleasures, he wasted his great talent for martial arts and the good age of martial arts. By the time Ou Qingfeng woke up, it was already too late, the old man of the sword casting suddenly died, the sword casting pavilion was worried about internal and external troubles, and a generation of disciples carried the banner of heavy responsibility, just like Mo Qing today, at that time, the rivers and lakes were wonderful, and the major masters were endless, if it weren't for the old man Yu Wei of the sword casting was still there, I am afraid that the sword casting pavilion would not be able to last until now. Ou Qingfeng was already in his thirties at the time, looking at the gradually declining Sword Casting Pavilion, just like Mo Luobai's current state of mind. After realizing it, Ou Qingfeng devoted himself to cultivation and practiced martial arts so far, but he was trapped in the realm of the Great Grandmaster, and there was no hope of breaking the shackles for the rest of his life.

Although Ou Qingfeng is too old to move, for these people here, just from his expressions and behaviors, he can see what these people want to say, what they want to do, and what they are thinking in their hearts. Seeing his childlike scheming playing in front of him, Ou Qingfeng secretly sneered and continued to pretend to sleep.

Mo Qing looked around, first got up and bowed to Ou Qingfeng, and after getting the old man's slight bow, he sat down, his face was solemn, and said: "Elders, I, Mo Qing, naturally don't like to beat around the bush, so I will say it bluntly if I have something to say, most of you here are my uncles and uncles, if Mo Qing's words are abrupt and disrespectful, please forgive me." ”

This is called saluting first and then soldiering, although Mo Qing's cultivation is not enough among the masters of the major factions, but in terms of scheming methods, it should be second to none. He knew very well that the salty thoughts in the hearts of these sanctimonious old guys, and the reason why this conference was held at a critical time was to have a preconceived idea and control the initiative.

"As you all know, the news of the death of the old pavilion master has spread to the outside world, and the Sword Casting Pavilion has fallen into crisis again, and now outside the mountain gate, all forces are gathered, and as long as my Sword Casting Pavilion opens its door, it will flock to it." Mo Qing's face was expressionless. "This time is different from the past, more than a hundred years ago, although the Sword Casting Pavilion also had an existential crisis, but at that time, the people of the Sword Casting Pavilion were prosperous and full of talents, only to blame me, the pavilion master, for not being talented, so that my Sword Casting Pavilion talents withered, and it was difficult to become a great tool."

As he spoke, Mo Qing stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, Lu Fengbi on the left side secretly sneered when he saw this, while Li Zhen, the master of the East Pavilion on the right hand, closed his eyes slightly, pretending not to see it.

"Today's conference, the main reason is that I have thought about it carefully, although you are all the mainstays of my Sword Casting Pavilion, but, over the years, the Sword Casting Pavilion still owes you a lot, this is also my incompetence as the pavilion master, as the so-called good birds choose trees to perch, you are all one of the best sword casters in the rivers and lakes, if I lose a great future because of my Sword Casting Pavilion, then I Mo Qing is really a sinner through the ages, even if I go to see my father, I have no face!"

Mo Qing's words were sincere and touching, and no one here would take the initiative to talk to anyone, because the follow-up results caused by this conversation were well known.

This requires a bird.

Bang!

The bearded and sideburns elder of the East Pavilion stood up when he couldn't take the case, and his round eyes widened angrily: "Pavilion Master's words, don't you mean that we and the others are all disloyal and unrighteous people?" I don't care about others, I have today's achievements, all of them are given by the old pavilion master, if I can't apply because I am worried about my life, then am I not a person who will take revenge for his treachery? ”

"What Elder Shen said is, Pavilion Master, there is no one behind me, no one to rely on and no worries, if it weren't for you and the old Pavilion Master, Chen Jiusheng would have died back then!" Chen Jiusheng, the elder of the West Pavilion who was holding a folding fan, also stood up, his face resolute.

"That's right, we were invited by the old pavilion master, thanks to the supreme kindness of the old pavilion master, how can the tree fall and scatter?" Lu Fengbi finally spoke, he twisted his beard, and his face was expressionless.

"Pavilion master, give the order, whether you fight or retreat, we will obey the law." Li Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly, sat up straight, and said softly.

And looking at these righteous and awe-inspiring loyal people who swore to live and die with the Sword Casting Pavilion, Mo Luobai, who was standing behind Mo Qing, couldn't help but feel a little disgusted, his scheming city was inherited from Mo Qing, so he saw the situation very clearly, and the Linglong Pagoda was the foundation of the Sword Casting Pavilion, if there were no dark chess, Mo Qing would arbitrarily let go of all his strength to the east and west pavilions? Mo Luobai knew early on that at least ten of the eighteen elders who were working had already negotiated with other forces about the treatment of the rebel pavilion and the petition for joining the new forces, and his head Mo Luobai was one of them.

Mo Qing burst into tears when he heard this, his hands trembled, and he kept saying "good" in his mouth, he wiped away the tears in his eyes, turned to look at Ou Qingfeng, and said respectfully: "Master, look? "Ou Qingfeng is the son of the old man who forged the sword, and Mo Qing's father, Han Jian Mo Ran, is the third generation disciple of the old man of the sword, so according to the seniority, Mo Qing naturally wants to call Ou Qingfeng as his master.

Ou Qingfeng opened his eyes, and the skin on his face was already loose and drooping on his face, like a pug. He stretched out his thin palm and rubbed his eyes, gasped heavily, and then said slowly: "You, like your dead father, I have already said that whoever becomes the master of this pavilion, who will decide everything in this pavilion, I am a person who is about to die, ask me what to do?" However, the old man, my body is still quite tough, and I am not so timid as to be afraid of death, if anyone dares to go beyond the bounds, then I have to ask the old man about my hands pushing the clouds, but they are still strong! ”

His old eyes suddenly burst into a fierce light, and he looked around at the audience, but no one dared to look at him.

Mo Qing's eyes were firm, he looked back at his son, and then looked out of the hall, there were nearly three hundred Sword Casting Pavilion disciples, and he finally made a decision in his heart. He got up and walked to Ou Qingfeng, and then knelt on the ground with a "plop", who would dare to sit down when the pavilion master knelt down? "Wow" all stood up, not daring to bear Mo Qing's worship. Mo Qing kowtowed three times at Ou Qingfeng, but did not raise his head for a long time. Ou Qingfeng seemed to know Mo Qing's thoughts, sighed heavily, touched Mo Qing's head, and said with a smile: "Child, I've hurt you." ”

Mo Qing didn't speak, stood up, walked to the door of the hall, looked at the disciples standing neatly, a smile appeared on his face, and behind him were all the elders and Dharma protectors who walked out one after another, standing on both sides. In the hall, Mo Luobai also wanted to follow out, but was pulled by Ou Qingfeng.

"Little one, you still stay with my old man, how about it? You little naughty, but you haven't told my old man a joke in a long time. Ou Qingfeng said kindly.

Mo Luobai tried to squeeze out a smile and said, "Grandpa! When has this been, are you still..."

"Alas, I hope you can understand your father's heart, fulfill your father, and don't let his plan fall short."

"Grandpa, what are my father's plans?" Mo Luobai half-knelt at the foot of Ou Qingfeng and raised his head and asked.

Ou Qingfeng shook his head with a smile and continued to sleep. And Mo Luobai was not juvenile, and stood beside Ou Qingfeng honestly. The old man's eyes narrowed, and he looked at Mo Luobai, who was full of sadness, and slowly let go of his uneasiness.