Although Mo Wentian is only ten years old now, he has always had a good relationship with Lijian Villa since he was born in his mother's womb, especially with the old housekeeper Mo Zhong, who is as close as father and son. Seeing Mo Zhong spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, Mo Wentian hurriedly trotted all the way to Mo Zhong's side, and said with a panicked face: "Uncle Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Zhong wiped away the dirty blood from his mouth with his right hand, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said to Mo Wentian with difficulty: "Don't worry, little boy, I ...... I'm fine......"

As he spoke, he kept coughing, which made Mo Wentian, who was already panicked, even more anxious, with an anxious look on his face, as if he was about to cry.

Mo Zhong glanced at the long sword in his hand and the pitch-black ebony box, and said to Mo Wentian beside him: "Young master, when the old slave was fighting with that guy just now, he was accidentally poisoned. He was originally a member of the Blood Demon Alliance, and I should have thought of it a long time ago, that group of people do all kinds of evil, and what they are best at is to ...... with others Ahem, fight...... Use some inferior means when fighting!"

Mo Zhong continued: "Young Master, the old slave can't accompany you anymore...... Ahem, just a pity...... I didn't get you to my old friend, if...... If I find him, then I'll be ...... Even if you die, you'll be blinded. Young master, the owner's original intention was for me to take you away from home, so that you can ...... for the rest of your life Don't even take half a step into the rivers and lakes. Although the old slave is loyal to the owner, he ...... But I still hope that you can live with your heart, no matter what happens in the future, you have to live as you want. ”

Mo Wentian looked at the Uncle Mo in his heart, who was always obedient to him, getting weaker and weaker, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in the corners of his eyes, and he cried out in a flash.

"Young master, a man should stand up to the sky! Don't ...... Don't cry ......"

Before Mo Zhong finished speaking, he saw a person gradually coming from the forest in the distance, and it seemed that his steps were falling very slowly, but every step was dozens of zhang! I saw that the person was dressed in coarse cloth, and under his unkempt hair was a face full of vicissitudes, but his two eyes released a light that was very different from his appearance.

"Yes...... It's you......" Before Mo Zhong finished his sentence, the person was already lifeless! Mo Zhong closed his eyes weakly, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of a smile, the old slave, I finally have the face to go to see the owner of the village under the Yellow Spring! Because he knows that with that person, the little boy Mo Wentian will no longer be in any danger!

Mo Wentian was still crying, too, a ten-year-old boy, even if he was born in a sword family and was used to seeing life and death, he was just a little boy.

The person who came approached Mo Wentian and said regretfully: "Alas, I am still a step late after all!"

That's right, this person is the old friend in Mo Zhong's mouth.

I saw that the man was dressed in rags, and he looked like a beggar in the market, but if you look closely, you will find that he seems to have an alternative temperament, which makes people indescribable. Wearing a tattered robe, coupled with a broken sword on his back, he felt uncomfortable to look at. The man sighed and said to Mo Tiandao, "You are the only son of Mo Liancheng, right?"

Mo Wentian raised his head, his face full of uncontrollable tears, and looked at the man. Seeing Mo Wentian looking directly at him, the man also looked at Mo Wentian from top to bottom, and couldn't help but exclaim: "The root bone is different from ordinary people, it is really a good seedling!"

At this moment, another group of people flashed out of the path down the mountain, it was the group of people in black who had gone and returned!

"It's still the boss who is clever enough to let that old guy get poisoned, and now he must have died of poison. A man in black patted the leader.

"Hehe, to be honest, that old man did have two hits, and I may not be sure to defeat him head-on when he really fights! Poisoning him is the best way, so that after poisoning, a few of us will pretend to leave, and come back when he dies, and we don't have to be afraid of the old guy's death-defying counterattack!"

"The leader is wise and martial, decisive in killing, and we will learn more from you in the future!"

As he was talking, the man in black suddenly felt that something was wrong, when was there one more person on the mountain? Or was it a crazy old man in rags? The man in black saw that the little boy was kneeling next to Mo Zhong's corpse and crying, while the "crazy old man" stood beside him.

Before the man in black could speak, the man spoke first: "You are Blood Yama's subordinates, right? That old ghost is still a thief, thinking about the thing he got from Lijian Villa, and wants to use it to dominate the rivers and lakes? Hehe, it's just a dream! The old man was able to seriously injure him back then, and he still can!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Mo Zhong, who was no longer alive behind him, and pointed at the group of black-clothed people opposite: "You thieves are unforgivable! It seems that the old man has not been out of the mountain for a long time, so that people like the Blood Yama have healed their scars and forgotten the pain! Today, a few of you have killed the old man's friends, and I will personally go to the Blood Yama to settle the score! Today, let's collect some interest first!"

"Grandma's! Why are you as fucking braggart as the old guy who was poisoned?" said a man in black as he spat on the ground. But before he could finish speaking, he felt that his head was separated from his body, and he saw his ass!

With a wave of the man's hand, a white internal force rushed towards the group of black-clothed people like a blade, and in an instant, the black-clothed people who were talking and laughing just now were all dead! The man was not happy at all, frowned, and said to himself: "I haven't killed anyone for a long time, I originally wanted you to keep a whole corpse, but I accidentally made a big effort." ”

As he spoke, the man waved at the group of headless corpses, "I'm sorry, everyone!"

Turning around, Mo Wentian was lying on a cliff rock behind the man. Just now, in order to avoid letting Mo Wentian see the bloody picture, the man had already knocked him unconscious in advance. The man turned his head to look at Mo Zhong's corpse again, shook his head and sighed. Carrying Mo Zhong's body into the grove and burying him beside a stream.

"Old friend, this is also a place of beautiful mountains and rivers, you can rest here first! I see that kid is extremely talented, and it just so happens that I don't have an apprentice who can teach the mantle, so I will take him as an apprentice! I will tell him what happened that night when he leaves Sword Villa, and when the time comes, our master and apprentice will join forces and will definitely turn that bloody Yama's nest upside down!"

After speaking, he glanced at the lonely small mound again, and buried in the ground was his old friend Mo Zhong!

Out of the grove again, the man carried Mo Wentian on his shoulder, and in his hand he was holding the ebony box that fell out of Mo Zhong's body. He muttered to himself: "It's ridiculous, so many so-called heroes on the rivers and lakes are all bleeding for this box! Even if you get the box and get the things inside, what if you become the number one in the world? In the end, it is just a handful of loess, and after dozens of years and hundreds of years, how many people will remember your name!"

He picked up Mo Wentian on his back, turned around and walked in the other direction of the cliff......

When Mo Wentian woke up here, he only felt dizzy, as if his head had entered water, and he felt indescribably uncomfortable. Mo Wentian opened his eyes and looked at the thatched hut he was in, and it was polite to describe this thatched hut as "four walls". Compared to his residence in Lijian Villa, this place is simply a heaven and an underground.

"Awake?"

A neutral voice came from outside the hut, and Mo Wentian stood up and walked out the door. I saw the man who saved me yesterday, and saw him squatting on a big rock outside a thatched hut and drinking alcohol. Mo Wentian approached the man and said vaguely, "Have you seen my Uncle Mo?

Hearing Mo Wentian's inquiry, the figure of the man was still motionless. Mo Wentian tried to ask again: "Uncle, how is the person who was with me yesterday now?"

"What's going on? Can't you remember? Yesterday you kept wiping tears from his eyes. ”

Mo Wentian tried to recall, don't recall, don't think, as soon as he recalled, he thought of Mo Zhong lying on the ground yesterday and dying, and he was heavily poisoned, he didn't dare to think about it......

Glancing at the boy with slightly red and swollen eyes, the man took another sip of wine and said, "Your Uncle Mo is dead, he has been poisoned by the Blood Demon Alliance, if I can get there earlier, maybe I can save his life." It's just that by the time I passed, the poison had already invaded my heart and lungs, and even if the Great Luo Immortal came, I couldn't save it!"

Hearing the man say this, Mo Wentian's eyes involuntarily turned red again.

"What are you crying about! A manly man should stand up to the sky, a good man should not talk lightly when he has tears, birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life. Even if you dry your tears, will your Uncle Mo be able to come back to life?"

"But...... But Uncle Mo has been very good to me since I was a child, but yesterday I watched him die in front of me, but I couldn't do anything!"

As he spoke, Mo Wentian clenched his fists.

"Do you want to avenge him?" said the man, faintly.

"Yes!" Mo Wentian replied resolutely.

"I want to wipe the snot and tears on your face first!

Mo Wentian wiped the snot and tears from his face, looked at the man with a firm face, and asked, "Uncle, do you know where my father is?" He said that he would come to me in a few days. ”

The man put down the wine jug, looked at the little boy in front of him, and said coldly: "Hehe, your father is also a generation figure, how chic and romantic he was when he was young, how many beautiful women in the martial arts have a soft spot for him, and say that he will not marry! It's a pity ......"

Mo Wentian looked at the man nervously, and the man continued: "It's a pity that the upright Mo Liancheng and the people of the Blood Ghost Alliance have formed a bond, and the old ghost of the Blood Yama of the Blood Ghost Alliance led people to fight with the people of Lijian Villa a few decades ago, but I didn't expect that the old immortal of the Blood Yama would still be delusional and never forget that thing decades later. Some time ago, when you left Lijian Villa, your father took those people in the villa to fight with the people of the Blood Demon Alliance, and some decent people who were usually full of benevolence and morality also wanted to get a piece of the pie in order to get that thing! In the end, your father died with hatred, but it is a pity that a generation of heroes ended up in such a tragic end!"

"Impossible! My father is a strong martial artist, how could he not be able to beat others!"

Mo Wentian still didn't want to believe what the man said, isn't my father the most powerful person in the villa? He also said that this time he asked Uncle Mo to take me out of the Lijian Villa just to let me come out and relax, he said it...... He said he'd take me back!

The man looked at Mo Wentian nonchalantly, and said lightly: "Strong in martial arts? Hehe! Your father does have that talent, but he believes too much in those people in the rivers and lakes who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality! He thinks that the world is too peaceful, and the so-called decent people will stand on the same line with him? The reason why those people are so close to him is not for that thing!"

Mo Wen naively couldn't believe the man's words, and wanted to refute but found that he couldn't say anything to refute at all. Although he said that he didn't believe it, he still believed half of it in his heart! Don't look at his age of only ten years old, but he is talented and intelligent, and he is different from ordinary people, and even the person in front of him once said that he has excellent roots. It's just because Mo Liancheng is not particularly keen on martial arts, so he didn't let him get too much exposure to martial arts.

Surprisingly, when he heard the man say that his father Mo Liancheng died with hatred, Mo Wentian did not show a handful of snot and tears like before, but was exceptionally calm. This made the man who was drinking on the side very puzzled, and asked tentatively: "Little doll, are you okay! Cry if you want to, although the eldest husband does not flick when he has tears, but you are only a little husband after all." ”

The man looked back and thought about it, the boy in front of him had experienced so many things during this time, and it would not be a little bad for him to tell him like this, after all, he was only a ten-year-old child!

To his surprise, Mo Wentian didn't cry, just clenched his fists and said lightly to the man: "I want revenge!"

"I want revenge!"