She stood at the top of the mountain, with an abyss at her feet and a mist above her head. The cold wind from the top of the mountain ruffled her long hair, and a drizzle of rain fell down. She held a white bone fan in her hand, like an immortal from the sky. With his hands behind his back, his eyes stared directly at the fiery manor under the cliff, and the Lijian Villa, which was once famous in the rivers and lakes, was shattered......

The attendant standing behind her said a faint voice, "Sect Master, it's time to go back!"

She turned around and looked at the attendant behind her, sighed slowly, and said, "Let's go!"

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Three days ago, Lijian Villa

The night was thick, and in a forest at the foot of Lijian Mountain, dozens of black-clothed masked men were lying in the grass of the woods with long knives on their backs.

A man in black who seemed to be the leader of this group of people took out the long knife behind him, pointed at the Lijian Villa not far in front of him with the tip of the knife, and said to the dozens of black-clothed people behind him, "Tonight, for the sake of the master's grand cause, you must bloody Lijian Villa and get that thing!"

Behind him, a man in black asked, "Boss, when are we going to act?"

"Now!"

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the dark sky suddenly began to drizzle. At this time, the Lijian Villa, located at the foot of Lijian Mountain, was still brightly lit. Mo Liancheng, the owner of the villa, is arranging affairs with several stewards in the village, and the old stewards have lived in the villa since they were children, so it can be said that they are full of feelings for Lijian Villa in their hearts, and they are even more loyal to the owner Mo Liancheng. Although their martial arts skills are not very good, the reason why the villa can be orderly from top to bottom, from masters to slaves, is inseparable from the painstaking management of their old guys.

And just when Mo Liancheng was entrusting the affairs, the chief butler Mo Zhong suddenly broke in from outside the door with a sword, "Owner! Oh no! Dozens of people in black have surrounded the villa!"

Mo Liancheng couldn't help but tremble all over his body when he heard the news, waved his hand weakly to let a few tubes retreat in advance, picked up the teacup on the table in front of him, and brought the teacup to his mouth with slightly trembling hands, but he didn't take a sip.

Mo Liancheng slowly turned his head to look at Mo Zhong and said, "I'm afraid it's for that thing again, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse for my Mo family to guard that thing!"

After speaking, he stood up and looked out the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Mo Liancheng suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he felt that this time I was afraid that it would really not be able to be saved!

Retracting his thoughts, Mo Liancheng said to the housekeeper Mo Zhong, "Ah Zhong, you take that thing and take the young master to leave the Sword Mountain Villa quickly, how far and how far you go! Unless I go to you in person, don't come back! Remember! Don't believe anyone's words!"

The old housekeeper Mo Zhong listened to the heavy words of the farmer, his heart trembled, but he still said slowly, "The owner of the village, aren't they just some shrimp soldiers and crab generals, as usual, let me lead someone to destroy them, why do you need to leave with the young master?"

"Let me ask you, haven't you noticed any difference between the people you said are different from the people who have come to harass us from Sword Villa in the past?"

Mo Zhong turned his head and thought about it, just a cursory glance at the group of black-clothed people just now, and then came to report to the owner. Suddenly, Mo Zhong thought of the bright red eyes of the man in black who led the way, and a terrible thought came to his mind, and his face was full of horror!

Before he could say anything, Mo Liancheng said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, they are the people of the Blood Yama!"

"Back then, Blood Yama had coveted the thing I left Sword Villa for a long time, but I didn't expect that after so many years, that old ghost still has a thief's heart and is not dead!"

Mo Liancheng turned to look at Mo Zhong, "Although I am not their opponent from Sword Villa, it is not so easy to take that thing away from my Mo Liancheng!"

"Owner, then you ......" Mo Zhong looked at Mo Liancheng anxiously and said hurriedly.

"If I am lucky enough not to die, he will definitely find that old ghost in person one day to calculate the new and old hatreds! If I die, you will take the little young master away from this land of right and wrong. Remember, don't let him practice martial arts, don't let him set foot in martial arts for half a step! Just let him be an ordinary person, talk and spend his life, so that he will not be fettered by this rivers and lakes like me, and he will not be at peace for the rest of his life!"

After speaking, Mo Liancheng looked at Mo Zhong again, slowly closed his eyes, and a cloudy old tear flowed down his cheek. When Mo Liancheng opened his eyes again, he saw that the old body was straight, and although his eyes were cloudy, they exuded a piercing chill, and at this moment, Mo Liancheng's momentum climbed to the peak again, just like Mo Liancheng when he was young! The housekeeper Mo Zhong still had something to say, but before he could speak, the owner of the village, Mo Liancheng, walked out with his long sword.

Mo Zhong looked at Mo Liancheng's back, and secretly swore in his heart that the owner of the village had extremely trust me in this life, and now he personally handed over the young master and the thing that was enough to make today's martial arts boil to me!

......

The rain continued to rain for three days and three nights, but it still couldn't extinguish the raging fire burning in Lijian Villa. In the past, Lijian Villa, which made many heroes of the rivers and lakes reluctant to give up, also disappeared with this rain, leaving only ashes all over the ground.

Demon Sect Leader Bai was still standing on the top of Lijian Mountain, with an abyss at his feet, and under the abyss was the Lijian Villa, which had become a ruin. Bai was still shrouded in a faint white light, and the raindrops that fell could not wet her clothes. Holding a white bone fan in her hand, like a heavenly immortal from the fairy world, coupled with a face that can be called a country and a city, no one would have thought that she was the leader of the Demon Sect that people in the martial arts talked about!

"Pity this Lijian Villa, that Mo Lao'er is also a generation of heroes, and he doesn't know the truth of his guilt. Although decades have passed, how can those so-called decent people in the rivers and lakes dispel the idea of coveting?"

After speaking, Bai still instructed one of the attendants behind him: "Go and check if the people from Lijian Villa were all killed in this fight, I heard that the old man Namo also has a son, the old man must have sent him out in advance, send more people to see if they can find it, remember not to hurt his life." Also, send someone to investigate that thing by the way!"

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In a small city three hundred miles away from Sword Villa, an old servant with a haggard face carried a little boy about ten years old on his back and walked through the bustling crowd.

The old servant turned his head to look at the boy on his back, and said lightly: "Childe, there is a mountain a few days east after leaving this city, and there is an old slave's old friend there, and when we find him, we won't have to suffer like this anymore." ”

The little boy on his back didn't know whether he understood the old minion's words, but nodded lightly and said, "Uncle Mo, how is my father now? When did he come to us?"

The old slave's eyes suddenly turned red involuntarily after hearing this, but he still endured it and said, "Childe, the owner of the village asked us to leave first, saying that he would come back to pick up the young master in a few days." ”

After speaking, the old slave staggered back with the little boy on his back, although this small city is not very big, but there are still a lot of people coming and going. Suddenly, the old slave inadvertently caught a glimpse of a group of about ten people dressed in black, carrying blood-colored broadswords on their backs, nervously looking around the flow of people. The old slave turned around and walked into an alley, avoiding the gang's intense investigation.

That's right, the person carrying the little boy on his back is Mo Zhong, the old housekeeper of Lijian Villa, and what he is carrying on his back is Mo Wentian, the only son of the owner of the village, Mo Wentian! Seeing the minions under the Blood Yama Luo nervously looking for himself and Mo Wentian, Mo Zhong was disheartened and thought of the Lijian Villa that night, and the owner of the village ...... They...... They certainly couldn't stop the group of men in black. Thinking of this, Mo Zhong's heart was full of grief and indignation, and he couldn't think about these sad things anymore, Mo Zhong calculated that the most important thing now was to take the little boy Mo Wentian to a safe place!

During the day, because he was worried about being found by the people of the Blood Yama, Mo Zhong did not take Mo Wentian out of the city, and finally stayed up until night, and Mo Zhong carried Mo Wentian to the city wall step by step. Flying and jumping, Mo Zhong's vigorous figure jumped to the outside of the city wall with Mo Wentian. Probably due to overwork, the little boy Mo Wentian was sleeping soundly on Mo Zhong's back. Mo Zhong walked quickly, and his figure gradually disappeared into the vast moonlight......

Mo Zhong took his little son Mo Wentian for nearly three days, and finally saw a mountain in the distance. Due to several days of continuous rain, the air became unusually fresh during the day. Mo Zhong continued to walk with Mo Wentian on his back, and the warm sunlight sprinkled on the two of them, looking extraordinarily warm. Mo Zhong glanced at the black ebony box in his left hand, and couldn't help but think of the resolute back of the owner Mo Liancheng, and thought of Mo Liancheng's final entrustment to himself, not only secretly made up his mind, but also must not live up to the owner's hard work and raise the little son!

As he was walking, several masked black-clothed men suddenly appeared on the road not far ahead, each with a long black knife. Mo Zhong's heart was cold, although he was the housekeeper of Lijian Villa, he often polished his swordsmanship with the owner of the village on weekdays, and it was no problem to deal with two or three such black-clothed people. But now with the little boy on his back, and the other party is obviously prepared, there are more than two or three people, Mo Zhong's first thought is to quickly take the little boy to escape, because the consequences of fighting with such a group of people are obviously easy to see, not to mention whether he can stop them, even if he can block them, it will also implicate the little boy behind him for no reason, in case the little boy is injured, then even if he is dead, he will have no face to see the owner of the old man!

At the moment when Mo Zhong hesitated, a man in black on the opposite side spoke, "Old man, you'd better surrender obediently and hand over Mo Wentian's little rabbit cub and the black box in your hand." In this way, Uncle Ben is in a good mood, maybe he can spare you from dying! Otherwise, I'm afraid that your old body bones can't resist the big knives of a few of us!"

Mo Zhong pretended to be calm and said: "Hehe, Huangkou Xiao'er, why didn't that old ghost of Blood Yama come in person? That old guy kept beating us up about leaving Sword Villa back then, but in the end, he was not seriously injured by me Mo? Just a few of you, and you still want to leave the two of us? It's just a toad swallowing the sky, what a big breath!"

After speaking, in the moment when a few black-clothed people on the opposite side hesitated, Mo Zhong took the little boy and turned around and ran. I thought to myself, although I am not very smart, old man, I am not a fool either! I beat a few of you alone, and I didn't take the wrong medicine! Thirty-six strategies, taking the best policy!

Only a few black-clothed people on the opposite side looked at each other, and the black-clothed man in the leader shouted to the other black-clothed men with a hideous face: "That old guy is obviously bluffing, brothers, give it to me! Damn, catch up with him and see if Lao Tzu can't kill him!"

Thus, an interesting picture appeared in broad daylight. A seemingly thin old man ran in front with a little boy on his back, and a group of strong men dressed in black chased after him.

"Hey, his grandmother's! This old guy can quite run!" said the man in black who was the leader wiped the sweat from his face.

After chasing, Mo Zhong ran up the mountain with Mo Wentian on his back, but before he could breathe, the group behind him caught up again. The man in black scolded Mo Zhong while chasing, scolding from the eighteenth generation of his ancestors to the eighteenth generation of his descendants. Mo Zhong was sweating profusely, and he didn't care that his physical strength was gradually exhausted, so he still ran up desperately.

"You are an old immortal! Why don't you run away! If you have the ability, you can jump down from here, if you jump down, I won't chase after you!" The man in black who led the way looked at the cliff behind Mo Zhong and shouted viciously.

Mo Zhong was disheartened, thinking that if he took the little boy to a place hundreds of miles away from the mountain villa, those Blood Yama's subordinates would not be so easy to find. But he still underestimated the strength of that old guy in Blood Yama, the thing that he coveted from Sword Mountain Villa decades ago, and he still hasn't forgotten it decades later, which is enough to see that the old guy attaches great importance to this thing!

Glancing at the cliff behind him, he turned his head to look at Mo Wentian who was standing next to him, the old butler pursed his lips slightly, lifted the long sword in his hand, and said to the group of black-clothed people: "Little cubs! Although I, Mo Zhong, am not a hero, but I am not a bad seed to be slaughtered! Today's great head is here, if you have the courage, come up and take it" As he spoke, Mo Zhong exuded a fierce momentum that was inconsistent with his appearance, and scared the two black-clothed people in the opposite group of people!

Gripping the knife in his hand, the man in black led by him shouted to the others: "What are you doing? That old guy is just bluffing, and besides, so many of us are still afraid of an old man who has half of his body in the dirt?"

After speaking, he took the lead and rushed forward with a big knife.

Mo Zhong looked directly at the man in black with his eyes, pushed the little boy Mo Wentian behind him, and met him with a sword in one hand. In a flash of light, the two fought no less than ten moves. This man in black really didn't cover it, and he did have some strength. A glimpse of the whole leopard, Mo Zhong saw a lot of things from this little leader. That old guy of the Blood Yama is really a thief! The strength of this group of people under his command is indeed good! But just relying on a small boss to face himself, that is still far from enough!

Mo Zhong struck again, but this time the move was obviously more powerful. Turning around, a heavy sword struck the big knife of the man in black, and the man in black retreated!

"Boss, this old guy has something!" said his man in black behind the leading man in black.

The man in black turned his head to look at Mo Zhong, and said jokingly: "Okay, old guy, it's not in vain that you are the housekeeper of Lijian Villa!" After speaking, the man in black led by him left without looking back!

"Boss, don't you arrest them?" asked a man in black, confused.

"Let's go first......

Mo Zhong looked at the figure of a group of them leaving, and suddenly sat on the ground, opening his mouth and spitting out a ball of black blood!