Chapter 3006 This was made by your uncle Mo himself
Facing the whistling and straight wind of his palm, Mo Xie was stunned for a long time and wanted to leave. Finally, he stood motionless like an old tree taking root.
Close your eyes and wait for your father's palm.
However - Mo Yuntian's palm stopped in front of his cheek, but did not hit him in the end.
He turned his palm into a fist, reduced some of his strength, and hit Mo Xie on the shoulder a few times.
"Tell me, what have you been doing these days?"
Mo Yuntian sat down at the table.
There was a dark light in Mo Xie's eyes, he pondered for a moment, lowered his head and told everything that had happened in the past.
After hearing this, Mo Yuntian was stunned. He vaguely noticed that there was an evil aura in Mo Xie, but he did not expect it to be so serious.
"What will happen if I don't become this ghost king?"
Mo Yuntian asked.
Mo Xie pursed his lips: "The evil energy enters the body, destroys the internal organs, cuts off hundreds of bones, and dies without a complete body."
He said it very calmly, with such an understatement, as if he was saying how beautiful the flowers were.
The bloody words rushed into Mo Yuntian's ears. Mo Yuntian's limbs felt slightly cold, and his heart hurt as if someone had torn it apart with both hands.
He had already been mentally prepared, waiting for the next impact, and was even thinking about how to make up for it, but he never imagined that it would be so serious.
Also...if he hadn't died without a complete body, how could he have become a slave to the evil force with Mo Xie's temperament?
In an instant, Mo Yuntian seemed to have aged many years. He slumped down on the chair, looking at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the document, and fell into deep contemplation.
"Father... the child is not afraid of death."
Mo Xie said.
Mo Yuntian held his forehead and sighed: "What should I do?"
Even a man of his age was at a loss what to do, let alone Mo Xie's panic when he came into contact with evil forces.
"That's all, that's all..." Mo Yuntian shook his head: "Just live."
Mo Xie's throat was sore, and he looked at Mo Yuntian, who was tired and helpless, with a pale, bitter smile on his lips, and clenched his long sleeves with his slender hands.
At night, Mo Yuntian and Su Ya were in the same room. As soon as Su Ya entered the room, she excitedly talked about the Lin sisters: "Mo Mo is calm and elegant, and Wisteria is playful and cute. They are both rare and good women."
"No matter how good it is, how can it be compared to Ge'er?
A man who has fallen in love with Phoenix is already full."
Mo Yuntian said indirectly and tactfully, not daring to speak too clearly.
The light in Su Ya's eyes dimmed a bit: "We Xie'er are not worthy of a girl like Ge'er.
I never thought that the daughter-in-law of the old Mo family would be a singing girl, but Xie'er doesn't have this blessing, so how can we, the elders, force her.
Holding a grandson... It is impossible to hold a grandson in this life..." Su Ya rubbed the end of her eyes lightly: "Xie'er's life is hers, not ours.
This child deserves Xie'er to go through fire and water for her... Wisteria and Mo Mo are also very good, they can just accompany me to relieve my boredom like my daughters."
Mo Yuntian walked behind Su Ya, stretched out his hands, and kneaded Su Ya's temples on both sides.
"You suffered."
Mo Yuntian said.
Su Ya shook her head: "It's not bitter, I feel sweet in my heart.
When children grow up, how can they stay with their parents? Sooner or later they have to see the vast world.
Let's go to Yefu together tomorrow. I also want to see how Jingfeng and his wife are doing after not seeing each other for so many years..." The next day, dawn.
Qingge sat cross-legged in the courtyard of Fengyue Pavilion and practiced. The morning wind blew across her cheeks, giving her a special sense of comfort. Every pore in her body felt extremely comfortable, as if she was breathing in fresh air and replacing her body.
The turbid air in the muscles and bones.
In the phantom realm, nine phantom masters use the power of phantoms to stir up the storm.
Spiritual energy is turbid, while spiritual power is purer and is refined from spiritual energy.
There are countless auras in the world, only a small amount of spiritual energy, and an even smaller amount of phantom spiritual power. In addition, the difficulty of refining phantom spiritual power will also increase.
Behind the Phantom Spirit Master is the Mysterious Spirit Realm, the Origin Realm. Up to the Origin, one can reach out and touch the nine heavens, the sun, the moon and the stars.
From spiritual energy to mysterious spiritual energy, they all exist by themselves in heaven and earth. However, the original energy must be derived and refined through the power of true energy and the body's own flesh and blood.
This is the meaning of personal cultivation. Starting from the original realm, it is a crazy competition of physiques. Every mortal body will change endlessly, especially the existence of magic, which makes the Nine Realms and Thousand Clans more exciting.
On this day, Ye Qingtian and his grandfather held a banquet and called all their relatives and friends over.
Qing Ge and Mo Xie met all their old friends.
From Bi Xishuang, Li Fugui to Xing Tumi, they saw Qing Ge and hugged each other tacitly.
The protagonists of the banquet are Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong, as well as the proud Ye Qingtian, who has been arrogant in front of his old friend Xiao Cang and others.
Qingge asked for some peace and quiet and returned to the courtyard of Fengyue Pavilion to practice.
After returning to Four Stars, Qingge did not let go of the affairs of the Heavenly Domain and the Nine Realms.
The people behind Ye Ge, the four bloody words left by the void, the massacre of the Meng clan... In addition, Qing Ge must figure out how to use and distribute the mined Yuanjing mine.
Qingge raised her hand slightly and pinched her eyebrows, causing her eyebrows to turn deep red.
On the courtyard wall on the left, as cool as the wind, a fiery red figure swept over.
Qingge turned around and looked around, only to see Mo Xie sitting on the wall, his mask glowing with luster, his narrow eyes smiling, and he shook the wine gourd in his hand.
"Hey, let me take you somewhere."
Mo Xie threw the wine gourd to Qing Ge.
Qingge took the wine gourd and was about to open it, but found that there was no opening in the gourd, so she looked at Mo Xie with confusion, not knowing what this meant.
"It's for body protection, just hang it on your waist."
Mo Xie raised his eyebrows.
Qingge lowered her eyes and looked at the wine gourd with disdain, "I have never heard of people using wine gourds to protect themselves."
Mo Xie shrugged: "You are obviously ignorant and have never seen the world. Could this be an ordinary wine gourd?
This was made by your own hands, Uncle Mo, so hide it carefully and don’t lose it.”
Qingge's face turned slightly dark, and Mo Xie waved to her anxiously: "Come with me quickly."
"..." Qing Ge reluctantly put down what she was doing and followed Mo Xie like a thief.
The two of them walked across the long street and arrived at a place.
Qingge raised her head, her eyes slightly focused...Long time no see, Colosseum.
After Ming Qianjue's death, the Colosseum was acquired by the Xiao family and has been managed by Xiao Rufeng.
A man and a woman walked out of the Colosseum. The man in a blue shirt was his old friend Xiao Rufeng. The woman next to him had a slightly bulging belly. She stretched out her hand and put it around Xiao Rufeng's arm, leaning against Xiao Rufeng's side with gentle eyebrows.
Like water, like a woman walking out of the misty Jiangnan.
"You are here."
Xiao Rufeng smiled and saluted with the woman.
"No need to be polite. You and I are friends, so there is no need to be polite."
Qingge said softly, and at the same time used her spiritual power to support the two of them.
"This is my wife."
Xiao Rufeng said.
Qingge glanced at the woman's belly and nodded: "Very good, the man is talented and the woman is beautiful, they are a perfect match."