As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun shines on the entire land, shining through the gaps in the leaves, swaying the last light of the day.

Kunkou Village at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Smoke rises, families prepare dinner, and the barking of dogs accompanied by the cries of young children make the village seem more harmonious and natural.

Since Mo Wentian broke through the realm, coupled with Mo Li's experience in the mountains, the life of Kunkou Village has undoubtedly been much better, and the villagers have never died on a large scale, and several babies have been born in the village.

The small square at the entrance of the village is a little quiet at the moment, and on a haystack next to it, there are three figures.

Mo Li held a withered grass in his mouth, crossed Erlang's legs, and leisurely little by little.

Yuan Kong on the left learned from him, the withered grass turned between his teeth, but he couldn't taste anything, provoking him to grin for a while, and threw the withered grass aside.

On Mo Li's right, there was a little girl lying down, with a thin figure, a fiery red little face revealing a trace of abnormal sickness, and her withered yellow hair was spread softly on the top of her head, not much different from the withered grass under her body.

Only there was a trace of agility in his eyes, dripping around, and a pair of small hands kept winding Mo Li's hair, as if this was the best toy in the world.

"Brother...... Brother ......"

The little girl made a muffled sound as she stuffed Mo Li's hair into her mouth.

Mo Li hurriedly responded, turned sideways, and looked at the little girl.

As soon as the youngest daughter saw her brother's response, her hands immediately let go of Mo Li's hair and stretched out her slightly thin arm towards Mo Li.

Mo Liyi stretched out his hand, lifted the little girl above his head, and said with a smile: "Xiaojia, what's wrong?"

The little girl didn't answer, there were still a few Mo Li's hairs hanging in her mouth, saliva flowed down Mo Li's hair, her eyes were bent up, and she smiled like a good-looking crescent.

Mo Li dotingly wiped the saliva from the corner of his sister's mouth, took out a huge apple from the Sumeru ring, and stuffed it into his sister's arms.

The little girl was not polite, and used a few baby teeth that had just grown up to take a bite of the apple, but unfortunately the teeth were still soft, and she just scraped off a little peel, which made Mo Li and Yuan Kong laugh.

Time flies, and the years pass by.

More than two years have passed since the last time Mo Li broke through the realm, and Mo Li is five years old.

In the past two years, Mo Li rarely stayed at home, and did not relax his cultivation at all, he once took Yuan Kong across 30,000 kilometers in Kunlun Mountain, saw countless dangers, and also fought with various mysterious beasts, and he didn't know how much he had experienced in the fight between life and death, and he was angry and dying several times, if it weren't for the various life-saving pills left by Yuan Quan and Long Zixin, he really might not be able to resist it.

Once, in order to capture a green spirit insect cub, he was chased by the angry fifth-order female worm for thousands of miles, and several dangers abounded, but fortunately, thousands of miles away was the territory of another mysterious beast, and Mo Li and Yuan Kong were lucky enough to escape.

However, this kind of cultivation, the effect is also very gratifying, Mo Li's cultivation has been improved to the perfection of the blood refining realm, and he may break through at any time, this is still the result of Mo Li's continuous compression, his accumulation in the forging realm is too strong, and it only takes time to reach the perfection of the blood refining realm, and the blood in the whole body has become like a thick soup.

And the last time he went home, Mo Li was delighted to find that his mother had given birth to a younger sister.

This can surprise Mo Li, in the last life, Mo Li was an only child, and he always dreamed that it would be nice if he had a sister, but unfortunately until he died, he couldn't realize it, but he didn't expect to make up for this regret this time.

With his sister, Mo Li didn't go out for a long time, and it happened that he was a little tired from his cultivation some time ago, but this time he can also cultivate at home.

After obtaining the consent of his parents, Mo Li gave his sister a name, called Mo Jia, which can be regarded as a paraphrase of the famous sentence in the poetry of his previous life, "The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost".

For this younger sister, Mo Li is very precious, and the degree of spoiling is far more than that of Mo Wentian and Qu Wanru.

In the eyes of Mo Wentian and his wife, the daughter is good, but the son is more important, and the son's talent is outstanding, and one day he will get out of this deserted place and travel in the sky.

Of course, Mo Li didn't think so, and secretly gave Mo Jia a lot of aura to comb his body, and the Zhuji Pill that was very precious in Mo Wentian's eyes was also given to Mo Jia.

But Mo Li gradually found that Mo Jia's body seemed to have some problems, his body was obviously thinner, and he was hot from time to time, like a stove, and even Mo Li felt a trace of pain when he touched it with his hands.

This kind of situation frightened Mo Li, and after telling his parents about the situation, they were also a little helpless, their daughter was less than a year old, why did she get this strange disease.

Mo Li used the aura to inquire about Mo Jia's physical condition several times, but as soon as he arrived at the location of Mo Jia's dantian, he felt that the aura was like touching a huge volcano, and it was burned out in an instant, and there was even a trace of following the traces of Mo Li's aura, and Mo Li, who was frightened, quickly withdrew his aura.

Fortunately, the hot situation only happened a few times, and it didn't last long, and Mo Jia returned to normal after that.

This made Mo Li secretly relieved, thinking that when Mo Jia was a little older, he would take her to the outside world to find a good doctor and see if he could cure Mo Jia's illness.

Moreover, Mo Li has indeed had the idea of going out recently, but he has not yet figured out how to open his mouth to his parents, the trip to the Black Water Swamp has allowed Mo Li to truly see the world of martial artists, countless races are numerous, and there are as many strong as stars in the sky, if he has been lingering in this small Kunkou Village, then he will probably be useless.

The practice of martial artists should be like a hundred battles and be brave to take the lead.

It's just that the parents are not having a good time, once Mo Li mentioned it slightly, but Qu Wanru sternly refused, and Mo Li was so frightened that he didn't dare to say it again.

In the eyes of Mo Wentian and his wife, Mo Li is still too young, although they have reached the blood refining realm, they still want to protect their children like old hens.

Mo Li shook his head, drove out the messy thoughts in his mind, hugged Mo Jia and crossed over, turned over the haystack, greeted Yuan Kong, and walked home.

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Early the next morning, Mo Li, who had been practicing all night, was dragged out by Mo Wentian, and even Yuan Kong was stopped by Mo Wentian, making Mo Li a little inexplicable, what is Daddy doing?

Mo Wentian didn't explain, and led Mo Li all the way to the ancestral shrine in Kunkou Village.

The ancestral shrine is naturally here, the first forging body was completed here, although the population of Kunkou Village is not large, but for the ancestral shrine is definitely the most carefully built.

The whole body is made of cyan stones, tightly seamed, ingenious, eroded by wind and rain for many years, and there is no sign of dilapidation.

The main hall of the ancestral hall, the Yuan Ding used for forging the body is still standing, three legs and two ears, cast in bronze, insects, fish, birds and beasts are covered with the tripod body, plus two five-clawed golden dragons are entangled, the dragon head rises to the sky, and there is a trace of mystery in the simplicity.

Last time Mo left, I didn't feel anything, this time I looked at this Yuan Ding, and suddenly noticed that it was extraordinary, although I didn't know what was strange about Yuan Ding, but I always felt that there was an indescribable taste.

"How's it going?

When Mo Li was carefully observing, Mo Wentian's voice sounded.

Mo Li looked back at the smiling Mo Wentian, and said, "Dad, this Yuan Ding shouldn't be ordinary, right?"

Mo Wentian glanced at Yuan Ding with some fascination, and sighed: "Yuan Ding is a utensil handed down by our ancestors, it has always existed since our Kunkou Village established clan, after countless generations of ancestors research, I didn't understand its function, and then I could only use the mantra left by the ancestors to control it and give it to young children for forging." ”

After listening to this, Mo Li reached out and touched a handful of Yuan Ding, which was cold and cold, and the feel was no different from ordinary utensils.

"Let's go!"

Mo Wentian shouted Mo Li, bypassed Yuan Ding, and walked forward.

"Dad, what about these?" Mo Li withdrew his gaze, but was attracted by the dense enshrinement tablets standing behind him.

That tablet is the most eye-catching place in the ancestral hall except for Yuan Ding.

From top to bottom, there are probably no less than hundreds, the top is a huge stele, the cyan stele has a trace of mellow taste in the polishing of the years, but it is strange that this stele does not indicate who it is for, it is a wordless stele.

Hearing Mo Li's inquiry, Mo Wentian smiled bitterly: "I don't know, it is said that this stone tablet was erected by the first ancestor when the sect was established to pay tribute to a human ancestor, but who can know, the truth has long been drowned in the long river of history." ”

Mo Li listened, his eyes flashed, thoughtful.

Human ancestors?

Isn't the Suiren Clan? Could it be that the Suiren Clan crossed over?

Seeing that Mo Li was stunned, Mo Wentian gently patted Mo Li's head, walked to the edge of a stone wall behind the ancestral hall, and said in a deep voice: "Sect Elder, please open the door, we are here." ”

Bang!

In Mo Li's surprised gaze, a door opened on that wall.

Standing inside the door was the oldest sect elder in Kunkou Village, his trembling body, as if he would fall down at any moment, with a few hairs scattered on the top of his head, his face was wrinkled, and he was grinning with a toothless mouth at the moment.

Mo Wentian bowed to the old man before he spoke again: "Sect Elder, I came here with Mo Li." ”

The old man leaned sideways, and said with a shriveled mouth: "Come in!"

The voice was weak, old and empty.

After entering this gate, Mo Li found that it was only a stone room of more than ten square meters, with a simple bed on the left wall, and a dim oil lamp at the head of the bed.

In the innermost part of the stone room, there was a stone table, and there were two objects on the stone table.

What attracts Mo Li's attention the most is a tortoise shell that releases a gray aura.

From the moment he entered this stone room, Mo Li felt a little wrong, and it wasn't until he looked at these things that Mo Li found that in the Sumeru ring, the tortoise shell in a corner was glowing slightly.

The gray light illuminates the surroundings, as if echoing the tortoiseshell on the stone table outside.