In the Mo family, Qin Wuxi and Mo Limu Mofeng were clustered together, their expressions were different, and they looked quite complicated.

Qin Wuxi was silent for a moment and said, "Are you sure Uncle Mo is talking about your grandfather!"

It was really hard for him to imagine that Mo Yuchen, who had always been polite and polite, would call his father like this.

Mo Limu sighed and said, "In the entire Mo family, the third uncle will call grandpa like this!"

"Why?" Qin Wuxi wondered, he knew that there must be a reason for this!

Mo Limu frowned, and only after a few breaths did he look at Qin Wuxi, and said in a deep voice, "Have you ever seen the mother of the light spirit?"

Qin Wuxi was stunned for a moment, thought about it carefully, but shook his head, and said with some uncertainty: "I have been to the City Lord's Mansion in Qingyun City, but I don't seem to have met Qingling's mother!"

And as a person from Qingyun City, he didn't seem to have heard the title of City Lord's Wife.

Mo Limu said with a solemn expression: "That's because the mother of the light spirit is no longer alive!"

Qin Wuxi was taken aback, a little touched in his heart, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Limu shook his head, his eyes seemed to be reminiscing, and said: "Even we don't know the specific situation, it was a matter of the third uncle's generation, even my father didn't want to mention it to us." ”

"I only know that the original incident seems to have started because of my grandfather, and since then, Uncle Mo has left the Mo family with the light spirit of a baby and went to Qingyun City. ”

"And this time, it was fifteen years, and it wasn't until not long ago that he returned to the Mo family with a light spirit."

Qin Wuxi's heart was filled with a little turmoil, could it be that she had never heard of Qingling mentioning her mother all along.

"It's just pitiful!" Qin Wuxi sighed.

She lost her mother at a young age, you can know how difficult she has been in the past ten years, although she has Mo Yuchen by her side, but there are some things that even Mo Yuchen can't replace!

Mo Feng and Mo Limu also nodded, feeling a little heartache!

"Go and see her, she's in the hall!" Mo Limu came out and looked at the hall in front of him.

If Qingling knew that Brother Wuxi, who she had been talking about, was coming to her, she would be very happy!

Qin Wuxi nodded his head and smiled at the two of them, and then he took a step towards the palace.

At this time, in the depths of the Mo family, a pavilion, surrounded by bamboo forests, flowers and plants, exuding a charming fragrance.

In the pavilion, there is a stone table and three stone chairs, all of which are made of jade, but they look a little quaint, as if they are old.

On the stone table, there is a set of tea sets, all of which are carved from white jade, which can be called exquisite.

At this time, on a stone chair, there was an old man, the old man had white hair, a pair of eyes, and the vicissitudes of life were profound, as if he had experienced years and exuded antiquity.

His body, without the slightest fluctuation of source power, sat quietly in the pavilion, enjoying the scenery of the bamboo forest in front of him with peace of mind.

is such an old man who seems to be in his twilight years, but he faintly gives people an indescribable profundity.

Rustle!

The sound of footsteps stepping on the leaves suddenly sounded, waking up the old man who was immersed in the fragrance of birds and flowers.

He slowly turned around and looked at a straight-bodied young man in the forest, his eyes were slightly bright, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The young man was dressed in a green shirt, as if he was one with the bamboo forest, but his fierce aura like a peerless green edge was extremely out of place, otherwise, he would be a rare scenery standing there.

The young man was naturally Ling Qingfeng, who left halfway.

Just now he faintly heard an old voice, so he followed the guidance all the way here.

"Here, sit down!" said the old man, in a slightly hoarse voice.

Then he stretched out his slightly wrinkled palm, picked up a teapot, and brewed two cups of hot tea, without saying a word.

Ling Qingfeng moved in response, moved slowly, came to the opposite side of the old man, sat down gently, the hot water of tea rose, making the old man's face slightly hazy and blurred!

"We've met!" Ling Qingfeng said softly.

The old man paused, put down the teapot gently, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and said with interest: "How many times have you met?"

Ling Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, as if reminiscing, and said after a while: "Two sides!"

The old man shook his head with a smile, indicating that it was not right!

"Isn't it?" Ling Qingfeng said suspiciously.

The old man picked up the teacup, took a sip without hurry, and said, "To be precise, it should be three-sided!"

Ling Qingfeng didn't say much, but used his gaze instead of words to ask.

The old man smiled lightly: "Ten years ago, when you first entered the Sword Pavilion, I watched you enter with my own eyes!"

"In the ten years of the Sword Pavilion, we have met during this period, and you should already have an impression at that time!"

"And not long ago, when you first came out of the Sword Pavilion, I also met with you!"

"So, the number of times we meet, no more, no less, exactly three sides!"

Ling Qingfeng was speechless and nodded, he didn't expect that when he first entered the Sword Pavilion, this old man had already seen him.

"What are you calling me for?" Ling Qingfeng said again.

The old man stretched out his finger to the teacup and motioned for him to drink tea, and then said, "I just want to chat with you!"

Ling Qingfeng's eyes flashed, he picked up the teacup, drank the tea in one gulp, and put it down gently.

Seeing this, the old man shook his head and smiled: "Young people are like this, don't they all know that tea is used for tasting?"

Ling Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, "The elderly taste tea, that's because after the vicissitudes of the years, their hearts are stable, and their own sharpness has been exhausted. ”

"But young people are different, when the edge is exposed, how can they bear the head of a young man?"

A flash of light flashed in the old man's deep eyes, and he nodded and said, "Reasonable!"

"Young people do have to be bloody, what if you are angry and angry, you must be ambitious, you must be poor and strong, and you will not fall into the clouds, and the martial arts itself is constantly moving forward, overcoming thorns and thorns, pointing at the sky, and overwhelming the heroes, until one day you can reach the top. ”

"On this long road, you will encounter countless ghosts and ghosts, the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there is nothing to do, and even life hanging by a thread is commonplace, conspiracies, and deceit is always by your side, and one day you will understand that the most sinister thing in the world is not a trick, but the human heart!"

"People's hearts are separated from the belly, so it is unpredictable, maybe the most trusted person around you is the person who wants your life the most, don't feel ridiculous, there is nothing impossible in this world!"

"The impossible, it's just that no one has chosen to do it yet. ”

Ling Qingfeng was silent, pondered for a while, his eyes became dark, and he said slowly, "What do you want to say?"

The old man chuckled, and his gaze also became incomparably deep, like a starry sky.

"It's just a few small talks, nothing else, it's just..."

"I want to ask you"

"If you are at the peak of martial artist cultivation and the supreme position of the dynasty, you.... How will you choose?"