In Tianshui Villa in Mo County, Mo Ming, the current sword master of the Mo family, sits alone on the peak. The high places are not cold, not to mention the biting wind. But this Mo family sword master is alone, a pot of wine, two swords, just on this peak, looking down on the entire Tianshui Villa, looking down on the entire Mo County.

His wounds were cleaned up well, and the rate of healing was amazing. The burnt hair, trimmed, now only covers the length of the neck.

Alone, above the peak, drinking wine, blowing the wind, accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset, it looks quite leisurely.

But his mood at the moment is very complicated.

The flask in his hand was thrown aside, the flask shattered, and the wine spilled. One turned over and picked up the golden long sword, the sword was unsheathed, and there was a dragon groan.

Two fingers stroked the blade of the sword, his eyes were sharp, and then he held the sword and danced, one move and one style, both rigid and soft.

Is there really only Mo Ming on this peak?

In fact, his delicate wife Yin Li and the cat-like girl Mo Qu'er were looking at it from a distance. Yin Li still doesn't understand why Minglang seems to be even more sad when she retreats to offend the immortals. Although Mo Qu'er also frowned, her thoughts and thoughts were completely different from Yin Li's.

She also lamented in her heart that the world makes people, and creation makes people.

Mo Ming stopped his movements and returned the golden sword to its sheath. He picked up another sword, the sword Mo Yu that only the Mo family could hold. Mo Yujian didn't know why, the changeable colors that were like magic were also dispersed, whether it was the Qi poured into the body, or the blood of the master drunk, it was just a sword shaped like a ring ruler and pitch black. No longer suddenly silver, suddenly black and white.

Mo Ming noticed Yin Li and Mo Qu'er early on, and he walked past the two of them, but he said, "Pack your bags and take you to see this world."

After a while, the Mo family's sword-bearer kicked open the door of his ancestral hall. This action made the two Mo family disciples who were guarding the ancestral hall stunned. In the past, the owner of the village was gentle and modest, and he never had such a rude appearance.

But they are just the most ordinary guards, no matter what the owner thinks, how he acts, they are not good at mouthing, and they dare not chew the root of their tongue.

If it weren't for the fact that the owner of the village held two unparalleled swords in the world, these two people really thought that this person who suddenly got crazy was not their owner.

Mo Ming crossed the threshold and walked into the ancestral hall, and the rows of ancestors and ancestors were tablet tablet, and Mo Ming swept one after another. The first generation of swordsmen, the second generation of swordsmen, and the third generation of swordsmen······

Mo Ming walked to the tablet of the thirty-fifth generation sword-bearer, which had not been made for a long time, and there was still a faint smell of paint. The words on the top are also different from other tablets, not in black, but in red. Mo Ming took the tablet and stroked the name "Mo Sang" with his hand.

He burst out laughing, and it grew louder and louder, and he laughed more and more like a madman.

When the county lord, the elders of the clan and some attendants rushed to the ancestral hall, the scene in front of them really made everyone's heads empty, and then their scalps went numb.

They saw Mo Ming holding the golden sword in both hands, slashing continuously. Every time he swung a sword, his mouth was an ugly curse. If it's just "fucking", "dog's day" and so on, it can still be tolerated, but that curse really makes everyone doubt, is this person really his own owner?

"Mo Ming, stop!"

A sharp voice came, full of resentment.

Mo Ming stopped his hand and slowly turned around again. When he turned around, his eyes were dull and he grinned, which once again made everyone in a trance. One by one, they wondered in their hearts, who was this person in front of them?

The county lord who shouted Mo Ming to stop was also like a knife at this moment, and his hands were tightly pulling a precious silk handkerchief. The handkerchief was too thin, and the nails pierced through the handkerchief, slightly piercing into the palm.

"Mother, hehe, mother······"

"Ming'er, you, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Ming looked at the group behind the county lord again, and then his eyes were fierce, and he shouted angrily: "Get out, get out of here, get out!"

The owner of the village would roar at people like this, and everyone thought that they had heard it wrong, but when they saw Mo Ming walking towards them with a sword, they also believed it.

"Stand down, all of you. ”

The county lord opened his mouth, and everyone dispersed, and some of the respected elders looked at the messy Mo family ancestral hall, and saw the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors that had been destroyed, and their hearts twitched. They were about to say something more, but then they heard the angry shouts of the county lord, and they were all dumb.

"Stand down for the lord of this county!"

However, the entrance of the ancestral hall, which was originally full of people, was empty at the moment, and only the county lord was left. The Lord stepped over the threshold, turned and closed the two gates.

The moment the door was closed, there was a "clang", the sound of metal falling to the ground. The county lord was shocked, his shoulders trembled, and he turned around. Mo Ming was still like she was crazy, smiling stupidly, and the golden Zen Dao Heavenly Machine was discarded on the ground.

And the Mo Yu sword was placed on the kneeling cushion in front of the tablet.

"Ming'er, Ming'er, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the call of the county lord, looking at his frowning and worried face, Mo Ming's grinning smile became even more weird, and even this smile made his facial features begin to distort a little.

"Who am I? Mother, who am I?"

Hearing Mo Ming ask, the county lord's heart twitched even more.

"Ming'er, you're Ming'er for your mother!"

Mo Ming smiled again, then pointed to the tablet table that he had destroyed and could no longer be used, and asked, "Then who are they?

The county lord was stunned, she naturally knew what Mo Ming was asking. This charm still existed, and the county lord with a delicate face closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. What she thought to her mind was that if it weren't for the compassion of the past, wouldn't it have caused the situation it is today?

"Mother, who is Changkong? Who is Yingruge? Do you want to tell me, he is only my Anda, he is only my Anda?"

A wry smile appeared on the county lord's lips, and he really didn't know how to answer this question.

"Mother, can you tell me why my Qi Yuan has twenty-four veins, how did I get these twelve veins? You have also practiced martial arts, can you tell me what will happen to that person if Qi Yuan is stripped away?"

Mo Ming has twenty-four veins, and martial arts cultivation is a great sheng. The entire Tianshui Villa only thought that Mo Ming was a successful cultivator, and never thought that his Qi Yuan was different from ordinary people. Yes, everyone knows that Qiyuan has a total of twelve veins, so how can they think in the direction of the twenty-four veins?

The county lord's afterglow caught a glimpse of red, it was an intact and undamaged tablet, it was the tablet of her husband, Jun Mosang. The red letters on the top were still drawn by herself.

She took a few steps, picked up the tablet, and ran her long fingers over it. Then the delicate makeup face showed helplessness, and she didn't understand, what kind of Mo family is the Mo family?

Now, she doesn't plan to hide Mo Ming anymore.

Her voice regained its composure, and she said, "Indeed, they are your fathers, and indeed they are your fathers." ”

"So, who is Yingruge? Is he really my brother, a piece of flesh that fell from you like I did?"

The county lord nodded again, indeed, Mo Ming and Yingru Song are their own children, their own children.

"Ming'er, do you know why your father named you Mo Ming, Mo Xuandi?"

Mo Ming is not stupid, he is even very smart, he laughed again, and then asked: "But because Mo Ming and Mo Xuandi should be two people?"

Lord County closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't want to mention it, but nodded.

After she nodded, the bitter helpless, even somewhat painful laughter resounded throughout the ancestral hall. didn't wait for the county lord to speak again, but it was Mo Ming who opened his mouth first.

"So the sky, so like a song, is he Mo Xuandi? he is, he should be!"

The county lord shook his head slightly, Mo Ming was right, but there was a slight difference, she explained to Mo Ming: "He is not called Mo Xuandi, he should be called Mo Xuandi." Mo Ming, Mo Di, this is the name of the two of you brothers. ”

Hearing his mother's confession and clear explanation, Ying Ruge picked up the golden sword again, and slashed the tablet table again frantically. But this time he didn't scold, just swung his sword and laughed wildly.

"Ming'er, Ming'er, stop······"

Mo Ming really stopped, he still had his back to the county lord, and this huge ancestral hall was quiet and silent. Then Mo Ming's tone was cold and emotionless: "If, the one who was discarded at that time was me, if, I learned the ability of Changkong, I came to the Mo family and took revenge on the Mo family, will you regret it?"

The county lord was speechless as if he had been struck by lightning.

"yes, after all, there is no if. If I had been the one who was discarded, I probably wouldn't have lived to be the age I am now. Mother, have you ever wondered if Changkong is doing well outside, whether you have enough to eat, and whether you have clothes to wear?"

The county lord's tears were out of control again like a flood, and her body collapsed to the ground at the same moment. Seeing her mother crying helplessly, Mo Ming, who never turned around, still had cold eyes and couldn't see any emotion.

He put the golden sword into the scabbard, and then picked up the pitch-black Mo Yu sword from the kneeling mat, and held the two unparalleled swords in his hand, and sneered.

The county lord looked up at his child's back with teary eyes, and was silent.

In the next moment, with a wave of Mo Ming's hand, the pitch-black Mo Yu sword was shot into the stone slab. He took a Zen Dao Heavenly Machine in his hand, then turned around, gave a warm smile to his mother, and strode out of the house.

How did the county lord who was paralyzed on the ground shout hoarsely, this Mo family son who had been fanning his pillow since he was a child, treating people politely, and respecting his teacher did not look back, and he was already far away.

On this day, the sword master of the Mo family left the Mo family with his wife and sister. Before the trip, he wrote three letters and sent them to Jinling, one to Zhu Yinuo, the little overlord, one to the old dragon king of Jinling, and one to Zhongxihou, the lord of the Western Lands.

In the following months, Ren is the Mo family, Ren is Yi Shuihan, no matter how hard they search, they have never found the whereabouts of the three people.