After Yan Yuhua finished dancing the sword, he retracted the sword, put the sword across his palms, and displayed it in front of Mo Chen's eyes, "Mo Chen, you take it and try it first." ”

At this time, Mo Chen's eyes were full of excitement, the sword seemed to summon Mo Chen's emotions, Mo Chen grabbed the hilt of the sword, and easily flipped the Zichuan sword that was slightly longer than his height with one hand, and when it was flipped because the sword body was too long, the blade of the sword pierced the ground, and a sword mark was drawn on the hard floor.

Yan Yuhua was stunned, at a loss, didn't know what to say, and didn't know why, you must know that although the ink dust was not used to attack the enemy at this moment, the real one hundred and eight catties were not the slightest false.

He believed that the Zichuan Sword that Mo Chen could make was of course related to his own bloodline, and the Zichuan Sword had been in his hands for more than fifty years, and under the infection of his own bloodline energy, it had already been integrated with his own bloodline.

Mo Chen is Yu'er's flesh and blood, and when he has the same bloodline as himself, it is not surprising that he can use this sword.

Yan Yuhua was very clear about his Zichuan Sword, with the weight of the Zichuan Sword of one hundred and eight catties, it was far from being able to hold it with the energy of the peak of the Ink Dust Initial Domain level, not to mention that he still wielded the sword with one hand.

Holding the Zichuan sword in his hand, Mo Chen couldn't help but swing it in the house according to the purple sword Liuchuan sword technique taught by Yan Yuhua, although there was no sword, but it was smooth and free.

In the process of wielding, the Zichuan Sword unexpectedly changed its size on its own, becoming only eighty centimeters long.

Ink dust collects the sword, pulls back, and lifts the qi in one step.

Yan Yuhui only knew one and didn't know the other: "Brother Mochen is so powerful." ”

But in Yan Yuhua's eyes, this is obviously not simply described as Tianzhongqi. "Mo Chen, how did you feel when you wielded the Zichuan Sword?"

"I heard the call of the sword, and then I swung it according to the purple sword Rukawa swordsmanship that my grandfather taught me, as if something was broken in my body. ”

When Yan Yuhua heard this, he hurriedly took Mochen's wrist, flipped Mochen's wrist, and shook it with his hand. I was happy in my heart, this little guy's energy actually broke through the primary domain level at this moment and came to the primary stage of the storage domain level, and his worries disappeared in an instant.

However, Yan Yuhua's curiosity was not broken, Mo Chen, a primary-level peak cultivator, should not feel the call of the weapon according to reason, but was the Zichuan summoning he said really the result of his resonance with the Zichuan Sword?

You must know that the resonance of human and instrumental devices is a basic ability that only middle-level cultivators can have, it is the basis for using essence qi to communicate with instruments, and it is impossible for this rare phenomenon to occur in junior cultivators.

Besides, to be able to be summoned and recognized by a sword, but there are strict requirements for cultivators, according to Mo Chen's age, those requirements are far from enough, and they can't meet any of them.

Yan Yuhua put his hand on Mo Chen's head and touched his smooth hair, his heart was already full of joy, this little guy's essence was actually faster than his energy cultivation speed, and he was already in the middle of the qi level.

The cultivation of essence is much more difficult than the cultivation of energy, because energy can be improved through penance and direct stimulation from the outside world, but essence is different, essence is a subtle influence of energy, and with the continuous improvement of energy, the cognition of all things in the world can be improved.

"Mo Chen, you tell Grandpa, how heavy does this sword feel?"

"Grandpa, I don't know, sometimes I always feel like everyone is lying to me. ”

"Oh...... Tell grandpa why you think so. Yan Yuhua asked curiously.

"Because every time everyone says the sword is heavy, I don't think it's as heavy as they say. ”

"Oh...... What do you think of Grandpa's Zichuan sword?"

"This sword is heavier, much heavier than all the swords I've used before. ”

"Then how heavy do you estimate for yourself how much Grandpa's Zichuan sword weighs?"

Mochen touched his head embarrassedly, not knowing how to answer.

"Mochen, you think how heavy is how heavy, and what grandpa said about one hundred and eight catties is just to bluff people. Yan Yuhua dispelled Mochen's concerns and said here.

When Mo Chen heard his grandfather say this, he suddenly put his heart at ease, and boldly said, "Grandpa, I feel that this Zichuan sword weighs more than thirty catties. ”

"More than 30 catties, more than 30 catties ......" Yan Yuhua muttered to himself, but he didn't know the reason.

"Okay, Xiao Mochen, since this sword is indeed related to you, grandpa will pass on the Zichuan sword to you today. ”

Mochen fell to his knees with a thud, "Thank you, grandpa." ”

Mo Chen knew the importance of this Zichuan Sword to Yan Yuhua, this sword was really Yan Yuhua's treasure, and he regarded this sword as important as life.

Mo Chen wanted the Zichuan Sword, not only because he liked the sword, but also because he wanted to know if his grandfather loved him as much as he loved Hui'er.

Children have a heart that loves to compare and be more sincere. All of this was seen by Yan Yuhua in his eyes and remembered in his heart, he didn't think there was anything wrong with Mo Chen's competition for favor, but he felt ashamed of Mo Chen, and he also felt that Mo Chen, a child, had no father since he was a child, and he had little father's love since he was a child, so he didn't want to see Mo Chen suffer a trace of grievance in Yan Yu's mansion.

He knew how good his family was to Mochen, but after all, he couldn't match his father's love, so his love for Mochen was actually better than Hui'er's, and this was the love of pity.

When the old man Yan Yuhua saw Mochen kneeling, he felt a pain in his heart, and thought that he really suffered this child, he couldn't call his mother, and he had to pretend to be a stranger when he saw his relatives every day. He helped Mochen up, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and his eyes were slightly moist.

As soon as he raised his head, he sighed and exhaled all the stuffy breath in his chest, "Little Mochen, this is your home." In the future, you don't have to be like this, you, like Hui'er, are grandpa's good grandsons. ”

"Grandpa, I remember. Saying that, Mochen knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Yan Yuhua three times, and bloodshot broke out on his delicate head.

Yan Yuhua looked at the lovely ink dust, and felt pain in her heart. However, it did not stop Mochen from kowtowing. Because he knew that Mochen, the kid, had been polite and sensible since he was a child, and these were the three kowtows he had just made for earning love for his love and deliberately asking his grandfather for sin.

Yan Yuhui looked at Mo Chen, who was still kneeling on the ground, and pulled him up. Yan Yuhui has been thinking clearly. Why is grandpa, grandma, daddy and that Aunt Hongxiu, their eyes always look at Mo Chen's eyes strangely, he faintly feels that Mo Chen's identity is not just as simple as his family said.

Look at his father's attitude towards Mochen on weekdays, and Mochen looks so similar to his father. His little head guessed that Mo Chen was likely to be the child born to his father and a woman outside, so he deliberately emphasized that he must listen to Mo Chen's words.

However, shouldn't the companions of the other young masters' families all listen to the young master's words? Thinking about it like this, could it be that Mochen is really his half-brother?