In the past few days, Mo Fan's injuries have recovered, and people who turn into spirits can't look at them with ordinary eyes.

At that time, the sword blade was blocked by Mo Fan's momentum, so even if the other party was unified, it didn't cause much damage.

The rivers and lakes were turbulent, and as the hunchbacked old man walked out of the imperial capital, everyone also headed towards the Shenwu City, which was located in the center of the Three Empires, wanting to take a look at this epic battle, and the white-clothed sword immortal challenged Jiang Taiyi, who had been sitting on the first throne in the world for fifty years.

......

Meditation is inside.

Mo Fan was lying on the rocking chair with his eyes closed, and the state he suddenly entered that day made him think deeply, what is potential?

Momentum is literally momentum, but it is not.

Potential is carried or cultivated by a person himself, domineering, kingly, emperor, chivalrous, and potential is the way.

At the beginning, the seven swords without tears in the snow could not break the momentum of Yuwen but evil, that was because there were no tears and only sword intent but no sword path, and the sword momentum could not withstand Yuwen's evil domineering.

"Potential, Dao," some thoughts flashed through Mo Fan's mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

"What is Childe thinking?"

A crisp voice sounded, and a woman in green clothes slowly walked away with a pastry in her hand, her appearance was superior, with a dusty temperament, and her long hair was shawl.

Mo Fan sat up and smiled, "I'm thinking about you."

The woman chuckled and put down the pastry, "Poor mouth again!"

"The pastry is not delicious, I want to eat you" Mo Fan hugged the woman and said, "Qingfeng, where did Hongling go?"

Qingfeng smiled, "Repairing those flowers and plants in the backyard, she is boring all day long!"

"The last days have been boring!" Mo Fan said, and then he looked at the sky, "The old man should be back!"

............

Outside the imperial capital, the dragon and the convoy had already set up a position.

Because today the general returned triumphantly, and once again fiercely repelled the barbarians.

The 300,000 Mo family troops all entered the Heavenly Soldier City, and only three horsemen came slowly.

Old Man Mo is dressed in battle armor and is majestic.

On the left hand side is a man in red armor, handsome and dignified, his name is Duan Wuyan, Mo Shaoqing's first righteous son, the seventh in the heavenly list, and the official worship of the third rank of General Zuo, about twenty-five or six years old.

On the right hand side is a big man, burly and powerful, about twenty-three or four, his name is Yu Yihu, the official worships the four-grade pioneer officer, and Mo Shaoqing's third son.

"General!!" "General!!"

Most of the officials and civilians shouted respectfully.

Mo Wentian and Duan Wuyan, Yu Yihu and the three of them dismounted.

One person stood and two knelt on the ground, Mo Wentian just bowed his head......

"See the lord of the country, long live long live long live!"

Tianlan Country Lord Xia Hanhuang stepped down from the dragon and held Mo Wentian's arm with his own hand, and said with a smile: "Uncle has worked hard, defeating the barbarians is really a celebration for the whole country!"

"Living in the world, guarding my rivers and mountains is what a man should do!" Mo Wentian replied lukewarmly.

Xia Hanhuang paused, then smiled and patted Mo Wentian on the shoulder, "Uncle is my Tianlan Optimus Prime!"

"I heard that my unsuccessful grandson was assassinated?" Mo Wentian glanced at Xia Hanhuang and said with a smile: "This world is not stable, when you are free, you should use these 300,000 scimitars and silver guns to clean up!"

This is arrogant, who dares to say that the world is cleaned up and cleaned up? Only this old man, because he has 300,000 scimitars and silver spears in his hands, is enough!!

"Reckless!"

"Too arrogant!"

There were officials and people around who pointed and pointed in a whisper, but Xia Hanhuang didn't seem to hear it, and Mo Wentian didn't pay attention to it!

The two walked side by side on the road intimately, as if they were really intimate uncles and nephews!

............

"Coming back?"

Under the old locust tree, Mo Fan looked at Mo Wentian and smiled, "It seems that it is still quite tough, and it only took half a month to repel the barbarians!"

"That's, who is your grandfather?" Mo Wentian smiled heartily.

Mo Fan touched the old locust tree, and then muttered, "Fu Bo is gone, go to Shenwu City!"

"I heard that, alas!" Mo Wentian also sighed.

"The moment I woke up, I realized that this unscrupulous old man back then was actually the so-called Sword Immortal Duguchen, the contrast was too great!"

"In the years that he has closed his eyes, it seems that there has not been much communication anymore" Mo Fan's eyes moistened, "The white-clothed sword immortal, he was quite handsome when he was young, right?"

Mo Wentian also nodded in a choked voice, "Well, it's very chic!"

"Back then, the three of us brothers had great ambitions in the troubled times, Mo Wentian, Duguchen, Jun Tianxin, one from the martial arts, one from the Wen and one from the official, all of them had to break out of the world and make a name for themselves!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with memories, "After decades of wind and rain, I have become an imperial general, Tianxin has become one of the Confucian saints in the world, and the lonely minister has become a white-clothed sword immortal!"

"But in the eyes of others, he is the white-clothed sword immortal Duguchen, and in my eyes, he is still just my brother!"

Mo Wentian touched the old locust tree, "I really hope that if he didn't practice swordsmanship at the beginning, he wouldn't have had many hardships later, and he wouldn't have lost his most beloved person, and now he won't challenge the first person in the world!"

"How strong is that number one in the world in Shenwu City?" Mo Fan turned his head and asked.

Mo Wentian looked up at the sky and muttered, "The people of the world call him the emperor, and Jiang Taiyi's three words have collapsed the entire rivers and lakes for fifty years!!"

"Fifty years ago, the old head of Taixuanmen was already a fairy-like figure, but his hundred-year-old cultivation was also defeated by Jiang Taiyi, and the withered leaf master of the Buddha Ling Temple was also cut through the golden body by the Xuanyuan sword, and he had too many things to become a legend!"

"Although the specific outcome of the battle between Duguchen and Jiang Taiyi is unknown to the people of the world, but after Duguchen came back, he fell from the realm of the supreme of the world to the saint and even returned to the heavens, so even if he stepped into the realm of the saint again today, what would happen to the ending!!"

......

The wind blew, the cold wind was cold, and Mo Fan suddenly shivered and looked at the Shenwu City in the east......

"Fauber, you must come back alive!"

............

Somewhere, in a small teahouse, there was a hunchbacked old man and a young man in a blue shirt.

The young man has a pair of blue eyes, which is indescribable, the kind of face that makes a woman can't help but get close at a glance, heroic and compelling, handsome is a mess, there is a sense of arrogance on his body that is difficult to approach, long light blue hair is scattered on his shoulders, and a sword hangs from his waist, giving people the feeling and inexplicable temperament like a young sword fairy.

The white-haired hunchbacked old man and the young man sitting at the same table were also a contrasting contrast.

"You kid is really boring, it's really not as interesting as Mo Fan's stinky boy!" Duguchen, who was in white, said as he drank tea.

The young man in the blue shirt said indifferently, "It's the second and eightieth time, this name is almost callousing my ears along the way!"

"Drink it quickly, after drinking this tea, let's go to practice swords" Duguchen said with a smile, "I don't have much time left, I will teach you half a year at most!"

The blue-shirted young man pursed his lips and didn't care, "You can also not teach, I didn't plan to learn it in the first place!"

"Haha, interesting!"

The more Duguchen is like this, the more Duguchen thinks this kid is interesting, and this kid's kendo talent surprised him when he met a few days ago, and he didn't even rush to Shenwu City, he forced this doll to learn his own sword, he wanted to leave his own kendo and didn't want this talented kendo genius to be buried, since the stinky boy didn't learn swords, then this doll in front of him was the best candidate!

It's really a new era coming, wearing a white robe with falling snow without tears, a little girl from the Ye family with a sword and seven colors blooming, and the doll in front of her who has never seen a kendo talent in her life, it's really a kendo boom, Lonely Chen thinks so, and is more and more happy, he suddenly wants to see the new era and new rivers and lakes many years later.

"Have you heard, that white-clothed sword immortal sent a letter to Shenwu City!"

"I have known for a long time that the white-clothed sword immortal will challenge Jiang Taiyi, the number one in the world, half a year later!"

"I don't know why it's suddenly postponed for half a year, I thought it would be a war in the near future!"

"Sword Immortal and Human Emperor, which one is stronger?"

In the teahouse, people in the rivers and lakes are speculating and discussing!!

"Let's go, let's practice the sword!" Duguchen put down a tael of silver and turned to leave.

The young man in the blue shirt followed, and the two drifted apart......

............

In front of the Canglan Building of the Mo Mansion, Mo Wentian walked over with a knife and handed it to Mo Fan.

After the end of the era of the unification of the Central Plains by the ancient kingdom of Yan and Huang, there were two hundred years of prosperity before the opening of the Warring States Period, the Tang Dynasty soldiers were known for their invincibility in land warfare, and the Tang Dynasty generals were even more fierce, and the Tang Dynasty was rich in Tang knives, the Tang knives were 99 cm long, the blade was 62 cm long, the handle was 29 cm long, the steel forged knife body, covered with soil and burned blades, and the handmade thirteen fine grinding, delicate and agile and extremely sharp.

"I got one for you, the name of the knife is Hanyue, it is the only knife in the Tibetan Sword Villa, and the same materials used in the Falling Snow Sword, the thousand-year-old ice of the Tianshan Mountains and the indestructible and solid white gold of the city wall, were melted by fire for three years!"

The Ye clan of Tibetan Sword Villa is the descendants of the Li family established by the descendants of the Li family in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period after the end of the Tang Dynasty, and was established by Ye Yuan of the Sword Sect, so the only knife in this Tibetan Sword Villa is also in the shape of a Tang knife!

Although it is the shape of a Tang knife, its appearance is very different from an ordinary Tang knife, and the material and sharpness are not comparable to the Tang knife of the old Tang Dynasty, after all, it was personally created by Ye Mingshan, the first swordsmith today, for three years, and this is also the only knife in the holy land of sword casting......

Mo Fan stretched out his hand to take the knife and pulled it out from the scabbard fiercely, "Poof!"

The blade was bright white, two thin lines of lines crossed, and a bright moon hung there in the middle, and the blade exuded an unusually cold aura.

The appearance is not gorgeous, nor is it ostentatious, but this knife is strong, this is Mo Fan's first feeling.

Tibetan Sword Villa is the birthplace of the world's famous swords, and even three of the top ten famous swords are from here, this only knife has been collected for many years, how sharp is it?

"Good knife, really good knife" Mo Fan hugged him in his arms as if he were a friend, and stroked the blade with his hand.

"If I had the cold moon in my hand at that time, I might not have been injured!" Mo Fan muttered to himself.

Mo Wentian laughed, "There is arrogance, but this knife is too cold, and it is easy to hurt yourself, see how you warm up!"

"yes, I understand!"

Mo Fan held the hilt of the knife and waved it gently, "One day, I will use this knife to cut off the heavenly thunder!"

"Whoosh!!" In the sky, a black eagle flew by, leaping towards the higher place!!

"Xiao Fan, Yuwen and Xiao Zhan are the same sons as you, but the two of them already have the official position of the third grade, what do you think?" Mo Wentian asked seemingly casually.

Mo Fan put the knife into the sheath, then turned around and walked towards Canglan Tower, "Let them go......

"Grandpa will never be able to see through you, Mo Fan!" Mo Wentian muttered, then smiled proudly and turned to leave......