It has been three full days, thirty-six hours, and it has been exactly three days.

The environment in which he lived was unfamiliar, he had never been there, but for some reason, there was a wonderful sense of belonging and security.

It seems that as long as you are here, you can talk about vendetta in the rivers and lakes? That's just a drizzle.

It can even be said that even if the Heavenly Pillar collapses and the Heavenly Fire descends into the world, it seems that as long as he is here, he doesn't have to worry.

He struggled to get up, leaning against the back of the bed.

Listen to the outside of the house, the birdsong is pleasant, look at the house, and the decoration is elegant.

Come to think of it, this should be a big family, not an ordinary big family.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open.

A sweet and lovely girl with a pair of bright black eyes entered the house with a basin of hot water.

This girl is really not a subordinate maid, she has outstanding appearance, even if she goes to the imperial capital, she will not be inferior to those wealthy daughters. But it is impossible to say that she is the young lady of this family, how can a young lady from a large family do these jobs of serving people.

When she got closer, Ying Ruge's vision was no longer so blurry, and she found that this girl's combed hair was a little interesting.

The two buns are like two cat ears, which looks quite playful and ghostly.

Naturally, those who can comb this kind of hair ornament, in addition to Mo's Zhuangzi's Mo Qu'er in the book, can they find a second person?

Mo Qu'er woke up when she saw Yingruge, but her face was really pale and bloodless, so she hurriedly stepped forward and asked him not to move, lest the wound be messy again, which would be troublesome.

After appeasing Ying Ruge, he soaked the towel with hot water, wrung it out for seven or eight minutes, and then walked back in small steps and handed it to Ying Ruge.

Ying Ruge was about to raise her hand to pick it up, but unfortunately, it was helpless, it was so painful that it was difficult to lift her arms, and her expression on her face changed terribly in an instant.

Mo Qu'er nagged a few words again, which meant that since Yingruge was injured, he should not move, lest the injury not be healed. After speaking, he wiped his face and hands with a towel gently, which made this dying man have some energy.

"Girl, where is this?"

"That day frightened me, I was originally a good person sneaking around in the yard eating snacks, who knew that an immortal carried you down from the sky, but it scared me. ”

"Immortals?"

"Yes, that red robe is so eye-catching. also left a sentence, saying that you have the ability to make thousands of sword souls bend their knees to serve the Lord. Later, it was the young owner who came, so he sent you here. ”

Ying Ruge's eyes couldn't help but widen, and asked, "This is the Mo family!"

Mo Qu'er nodded, Yingruge was extremely nervous, and was about to struggle to get up, intending to leave. But helplessly, how can mortals fight with the sky, how can the injuries left over from this heavenly tribulation be good in two strokes, the arc of the action is only a little bigger, and the pain in his chest and right ribs makes him snort.

Mo Qu'er frowned slightly, and put Ying Ruge back to the back of the bed, letting him lean on it.

"What are you afraid of, you think we don't know who you are. ”

When he heard the song, he was even more panicked, and there was even a faint fierce light in his eyes.

But I heard this little girl say the second half of the sentence again: "Isn't it the sword destroying master Linghu Changkong, our owner is famous in the world, no one can right, famous Da Ye, no, he is the first contemporary swordsman who is famous in Dongsheng Changzhou, but the Mo family is the sword master, look at you scare." ”

Ying Ruge touched his face, let out a long breath, touched the scar in his left eye, and understood that he had already been tossed by Yan Xiao into the appearance of Linghu Changkong. For some reason, my identity was not recognized, and I was a little inexplicably disappointed, but it was only for a moment.

Thinking about the little girl's series of admiration for Mo Sang just now, she couldn't help laughing. Fortunately, the laughter came from the heart, not pretentious, and it didn't disgust Mo Qu'er.

"Hey, I said Sword Destroyer, you've been asleep for so long, are you hungry?"

Ying Ruge was a little embarrassed, nodded, and said, "The girl is really a little hungry when she says this." ”

"I'll help you prepare your meal, but I'll tell you in advance, there's no wine, and you'll have to rinse your mouth after I've got the cups and wicker. You've slept for so long, I can smell the disgusting stench in your mouth from so far away. ”

After speaking, he went out with a basin of water, leaving Yu Ruge alone, a little messy. He let out a sigh and sniffed, not to mention, it was really a foul smell.

The meal of Yingruge was fed by Mo Qu'er one bite at a time. Somehow, it reminded Ying Ruge that he realized the sword in the rain when he was young, but he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and the sword was not realized, but the person had a high fever.

It was also at that time that the originally strict mother, Baiyun Fairy, was really anxious. It is also to seek medical treatment, and it is to use his own body cultivation to stabilize the qi in the body of Yingruge. I still remember that she held herself in her arms and fed herself medicine and porridge. Such a beautiful face, but it is a sad brow, which is really a first-class sin.

Yes, why would my mother marry such an ugly old man with such a beautiful face?

While talking and laughing, Ying Ruge has a great interest in Mo Qu'er. is obviously the adopted daughter of the Mo family, but she doesn't want to be a daughter, so she insists on being a subordinate to serve others, which is weird.

Yingruge also said that he raised a white falcon, also called Qu'er. Mo Qu'er was not angry, laughed and showed her little tiger teeth, saying that she was a little milk cat raised by Mo Ming, the owner of the young village, the cutest little milk cat in the world, also called Qu'er.

The two of them obviously met for the first time, but they were as cordial as relatives who had been together for more than ten years, and they chatted very happily.

The Zhuangzi of the Mo family, on this day, Mo Ming, the young owner of the Mo family, and all the masters of the Mo family are in the Zhuangzi. Mo Ming sat cross-legged alone on the futon in the center of the practice room, with the famous sword inherited by the Mo family for eight hundred years on her knees, the bladeless and amorous Mo Yu sword.

Suddenly, the atmosphere fluctuated slightly, and Mo Ming couldn't help frowning.

That's the direction of Gu Jian Tan.

I saw the figure of the practice room flashing, and the two wooden doors opened, constantly shaking back and forth, and after a few moments, there was a creaking sound.

When Mo Ming arrived at a blue wave pool behind the ancestral tomb, he saw the water ripples in the pool, and the center was constantly bubbling as if the water was boiling after boiling.

Ink Tea

couldn't help frowning, and in the next moment, the mutation regenerated.

The black Mo Yu sword held in his left hand kept trembling, as if this bladeless amorous sword was about to unsheath and fly away.

Mo Ming looked down at the sword in his hand, and his brows locked again.

He is still young, and his father has already known the destiny of heaven, so I don't know if he knows what is blocked in this ancient sword pool.

According to my mother, my father was young and ignorant and wanted to dive into the water, but he tried a hundred times without success.

At first hearing a dragon's groan, the amorous sword was already unsheathed, and the ink-colored blade of the ring ruler turned into a bright silver blade in an instant.

The shot is a ruthless swordsmanship, with three thousand words!

I saw a sword slash out, turning into three thousand sword qi, the sword qi was as white as smoke, and the shape was like a three-foot cold front shooting towards the heart of the pool.

Another sword, the same ruthless swordsmanship, Master's order!

At first glance, I saw a sword, shaped like a ring ruler in the master's hand, and went straight into the pool.

The sword qi and sword rays were all absorbed into the small pool, the ripples were dissipated, and the water surface returned to calm. The young owner of the Mo family on the land was frowning, still holding the scabbard in his left hand and Mo Yu in his right hand, staring, staring.

Sure enough, suddenly, the heart of the pool seemed to explode, and countless sword qi shot out from the center, and the purity of the sword qi was breathtaking. Mo Ming knew that he was not an opponent, so he hurriedly retreated, but saw that the sword qi in the sky was like a stream of arrows, covering the entire Mo family's ancestral tomb. In an instant, the tombstones of the ancestors were completely destroyed.

Looking at the young owner of the Mo family again, he was also embarrassed, the original bright robe on his body was full of sores, and he didn't take care of his right wrist, but he was cut a hole that was not deep or shallow, and he suddenly felt weak in his hand, as if he had more than enough strength to hold the sword.

Listen to the dragon's chant again, and the muffled sound in the center of the pond sounds.

Bad!

Goodbye a white-feathered phoenix bird flew out of the center of the pond and flew into the sky with a hiss. Immediately after the wings spread again, the feather sword in the sky fell like stars and covered the entire Mojia Villa.

What a thing, what a thing!

Mo Ming no longer retained, urging the Qi source of the twelve veins of his body, showing the power of the master of cultivation.

Mo Yujian then turned from a silver blade to an ink-colored ring ruler, discarded the scabbard, and held the sword with both hands. I saw that the sword was very big, and the golden light was shining, like a golden sword several zhang long being held in the hand of a mortal.

Slashing towards the sky, the golden mang slashed at the white-feathered phoenix bird, and the phoenix bird hissed, stopped shooting down the feather sword, and hurriedly avoided the sword. Although it was avoided, it was still affected by the residual power of the sword, and the body disappeared in an instant.

Strangely, the white-feathered phoenix bird lost half of its body, and the remaining half of its body was still fluttering in the air. It's as if the other half of the body is still the same, but it's just becoming transparent.

Hearing the hissing again, I saw the sky feather sword falling. Fortunately, the destroyed half of the body was really destroyed, and the falling feathered sword was also shot from the remaining half of the wings.

However, a sword came out, and the recruitment was too slow, and it was too late to show its divine power and completely destroy the strange beasts flying out of this ancient sword pool.

Mo Ming grabbed his left hand towards the sky, and his palm became a claw, and the white-feathered phoenix bird seemed to be pulled towards him by a strong suction. I only heard the screams of pain, but I was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, the outlier regenerates.

Listening to the muffled sound of the familiar dragon chanting from the pool, I saw that no matter how bad the water was, a black dragon jumped out of the pool and flew up towards the sky.

The divine power of this black dragon out of the pool shook Mo Ming in an instant, and it also made the Mo family's young master scatter his strength and damage his body.

Holding the ground with his sword, he pressed his left hand to his heart, and finally it was difficult to stop the sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of black blood vomited out. Looking at the expression again, it was already dim.

Cultivate for Qinglan, forcibly urge the vitality of heaven and earth, and then gather the Mo Yu sword, and then turn the ink-colored ring ruler into a silver edge.

A finger to the sky, the same move, Master's order!

The black ring ruler flew towards the black dragon, but it was like ink dripping into the ink pool, and it was difficult to find it.

The breath that was originally carried also dissipated in an instant, and then vomited a mouthful of black blood.

The ancestral tomb of the Mo family actually hid such two evil beasts, but no one knew about them for hundreds of years.

If the person facing these two strange beasts at this moment is Mo Sang, I am afraid that I can't help but sigh, the faint uneasiness of twenty-four years ago has finally been verified today.

Besides, the lingering song in recuperation is a psychic talent, and he can't help but tighten his brows when he notices the turmoil of this Mojia Zhuangzi's strange beast. Mo Qu'er, who was waiting for him beside him, also reflected the same as him, and it was even more strange for Yingruge to do this.

He lifted the quilt and forced himself to the ground, knowing the priority, and Mo Qu'er did not stop him.

She asked, "Are you so weak, aren't you sent to death?"

"Your Zhuangzi is going to be demolished, why am I more anxious than you?"

Mo Qu'er replied playfully: "What are you afraid of, there are young village owners and a group of masters, besides, the old man of the sword is also there, and Tianshui Villa is solid······

The words fell, but she felt a strong pressure, and without waiting for Mo Qu'er to come back to her senses, she pushed it away as soon as she was like a song, and she didn't care that she fell to the ground and was bruised.

Ying Ruge's right hand turned black in an instant, as if he was wearing an invincible fist glove, and punched forward. I saw that the doors and windows were shattered, and nearly ten white sword forces shot in from the outside, and the fist that lingered like a song touched it, but it didn't hurt him at all.

A wonderful scene, the sword qi was like a snake wrapping around his right fist, winding up in a circle. Finally, they are integrated into the body.

Mo Qu'er turned around and saw such a scene, but her eyes showed a fierce light, although it was very small, the murderous aura was still observed and sensed by Yingruge.

Nearly ten sword qi entered the body, and Ying Ruge's whole body felt a stream of heat circulate through the meridians of the whole body, as if it was about to explode out of the body.

He couldn't help but fall to his knees, supported by his left hand, covering his chest with his right hand, his face was red, he was constantly wheezing, and his temples were even more bulging, and the pain was unbearable.

Mo Qu'er tried to come forward to help, but was shouted back.

"Don't come here, this sword, the sword qi is healing for me!"

No one dared to believe it, and they had never heard of it, but sword qi could also heal people's wounds. But if you look closely, you really can't see that Ying Ruge has signs of checkmate, and Mo Qu'er has to sit quietly and observe.

If Mo Qu'er saw such a scene for the first time, she would have been surprised, but the last time the young farmer was healed by the breath emitted by a large wooden box, she felt that all magic was not magical.

Breathe at a uniform rate, sit cross-legged with a song, close your eyes, and begin to adjust your internal breath.

The surface began to flatten, and the complexion changed from red to white, and then from white to wheat

Black. Mo Qu'er counted carefully, but he counted two hundred and forty numbers, and he was already full of energy, not at all like he stepped on the ghost door when he was sent.

"Let's go!"

The words fell, and the arrow leaped over the destroyed window, and Mo Qu'er did not delay, following closely behind.

Ying Ruge became interested in this little girl, but she never expected that her little sister who has been around Mo Ming all the year round also has such skills.

Outside the house, the Mo family's Tianshui Villa was already in shambles, more than half of the houses were destroyed, and the servants were all shrunk in the corners and shivering. This white sword qi is also strange, destroying Zhuangzi, it is like a spirit, and it will never hurt anyone. Even a lightning beast that was destroyed was smashed down, almost hitting an old slave Tianling Gai, and it was also a sword qi attack, smashing the lightning beast, leaving only a pile of powder to make the old slave's hair even whiter.

Looking around, miserable, miserable!

The scene was really chaotic, but what was even more strange was that the Mo family's disciples planned to move towards the place where the sword qi came from, and they were also forced to retreat step by step by this pure sword qi, and they couldn't go to the source to find the reason at all.

I saw a cyan figure walking quickly among the rubble, and if I looked closely, it was a handsome boy with a folding fan in his hand.

He went back and forth between the sword qi, and from time to time he used the fan as a sword to open up a bloody path for himself.

Suddenly, I heard a dragon groan, only to feel a wave of invisible ripples spread outward centered on the source of the sword qi in the distance, lingering like a song with a headache, as if a voice was speaking, but it was vague.

"Go!"

Another voice came from his head, which he was naturally familiar with, it was the voice of his friend he had killed with his own hands, the white-clothed sword Shaoliu Sanqing.

Haunting like a song urges the psychic energy, and wants to communicate with the remnant soul of Liu Sanqing trapped in his body, but he can't find his friend.

"Save him!"

The voice came again, and Ying Ruge also understood the meaning, ignoring the sword qi falling like a stray arrow from the battle between the two armies, and only rushed forward.

And Mo Qu'er, who stayed in place, saw this picture, and the corners of his mouth were also slightly upturned, smiling evilly, and even a little treacherous. It seemed that she was becoming more and more interested in this sword destroyer called Linghu Changkong.

Mo Qu'er slowly walked in the direction of Ying Ruge's rapid running, but strangely, those white sword qi couldn't hurt her no matter what, and even as if they had encountered a demon god, they avoided it one after another.

When Yingruge arrived at the location of Gu Jiantan, he saw Mo Ming slumped next to a fairly complete tombstone, and the handsome boy in Tsing Yi was fighting against a giant dragon with a pitch-black body, which was really interesting.

The boy in Tsing Yi waved the folding fan and emitted several sword qi to attack the black dragon, and his eyes couldn't help but light up. This little guy looks like he is the same age as Zhu Yinuo, and his martial arts cultivation is not bad.

But another breath attracted him, although Mo Ming seemed to faint, but the breath emanating from his body was really familiar to him.

The wind rises at the end of the green ping, and the waves become between the microwaves.

If you compare the Hundred Sects of Cultivation with the realm of martial arts, the Qinglan realm can barely be regarded as a level with Hongmeng, although it is not as good as the Hongmeng Fivefold Realm, it is far better than the Quadruple Realm. Such people who have cultivated to the realm of Qinglan are mostly called pseudo-Hongmeng.

Although cultivators are not as good as those who cultivate immortals, they have few opportunities to meet rare beasts when they walk the world. However, although Mo Ming is extremely talented, he has met more mortal warriors with high realms. Although he became famous at a young age, he chose a poor path after all, and gradually, he was at the peak.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, after all, he is a master of the Hongmeng Fivefold Realm, but Mo Ming seems to have run out of energy at the moment.

And the handsome boy in Tsing Yi on the side walked like the wind, using a fan as a sword. Looking at it like a song, this person was setting up a formation to trap the black dragon.

Ying Ruge did not hesitate, his hands were in formation, and the two fingers of his right hand pointed forward, and he said sharply: "Qu'er, go!"

At first glance, I saw a flame tearing through the sky, and a burning phoenix bird flew out of it.

The fire phoenix hissed, which frightened the handsome boy in Tsing Yi into thinking that the black dragon had added another helper, and couldn't help but take a few steps back. The movement was too fast, and he didn't pay attention to the rear, and he almost tripped over the gravel of the tombstone, and caught it behind him.

The handsome boy in Tsing Yi turned around, he had seen the portrait of this person, and recognized it as Linghu Changkong, so he couldn't help but smile and express his gratitude.

"What kind of demon is this beast!"

Haunting Ruge didn't pay attention to it, but looked at the other side of the sky. A white-feathered phoenix with a crippled body was slowly recovering to its original form, and the speed was several times faster than Qu'er's recovery from his injuries many years ago.

Even the mutilated half of the body, the speed at which it grew was visible to the naked eye, which made Ying Ruge shocked and admired.

The four beasts in the world, the dragon has shed its skin for thousands of years to help practice, the spirit tiger has been reborn for 300 years, the phoenix has been bathed in fire for 500 years to survive the catastrophe, and the spirit turtle has been latent for 10,000 years.

Ying Ruge is curious, isn't this white-feathered phoenix, like Qu'er, the chick of the white bird among the five phoenix birds?

It turns out that this white-feathered phoenix is not a chick of the White Bird family. Just as Qu'er showed the demeanor of the emperor of a hundred birds, fluttering towards the black dragon, the white-feathered phoenix's wings spread angrily and crashed into Qu'er. Qu'er didn't have time to dodge, and the left wing was pecked open.

Qu'er was already arrogant, and her phoenix eyes were murderous, only to see that the little guy's whole body was in flames, and the flames in the originally injured place were burned, and he recovered as before.

The two phoenix birds, one red and one white, began to show their magic skills in the air, and they were a little relieved to see that Qu'er was on par with the white-feathered phoenix.

Seeing that his companion was entangled by a young chick of unknown origin, the black dragon left behind the lingering song and roared with the handsome boy in Tsing Yi and crashed into Qu'er.

Mo Ming was already weak, and Ying Ruge and Tsing Yi Jun Gongzi exclaimed at the same time, and the two looked at each other.

The handsome boy in Tsing Yi was not polite, and asked, "Brother Changkong, can you help me fly to a height of thirty zhang?"

Ying Ruge was a little puzzled when she heard it, but she still nodded.

Just as he was about to destroy the move of the stars, he felt the Qi source surging in his body, a familiar aura. Ying Ruge couldn't help but show joy on his face, this, this was actually his sealed cultivation, this familiar breath, isn't it the sword intent of the thirteen hatreds?

I saw that thirteen sword qi turned out from the tip of his right finger, and these thirteen sword qi gradually took shape, turning into thirteen unparalleled swords in the world.

In that way, it is naturally the thirteen hatreds often mentioned in the song.

(End of chapter)