Mo Zhiqiu sat quietly in front of the spiritual tablet as usual, his thoughts seeming to have returned to those days in the past.
Mo Heng saw this.
Without disturbing him, he walked into his house.
"Mo Hai..." Putting the books printed from the Heart Law Pavilion on the table, Mo Heng was filled with anger!
What he taboos the most is for others to mention his mother, especially like Mo Hai, with a mocking attitude!
If the supreme elder of the Mo clan had not appeared today.
Mo Heng couldn't guarantee whether he would cripple Mo Hai alive!
To know…
His cultivation has long been stable at the early stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm, and he has mastered the "Mountain Fist". Even if Mo Hai is also a Pulse Condensation Realm warrior, he is still confident that he can crush the opponent!
I have no plans to go to the Yunmo Mountains to hunt ferocious beasts again.
Mo Heng opened the "Baihui Jing" and began to practice slowly. He had to condense the Gang Qi in his body again as soon as possible. Only in this way could he face the upcoming crisis in Beilu Realm.
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At the foot of the Tianlan Mountains.
Green weeds grow on countless cracked rocks, exuding weak vitality!
Half a year has passed.
The land that was once in ruins has long since taken on a new look, like a huge plain on one side. However, the traces left by the destruction of the mountains still spread across the entire plain, giving people an aura of desolation and vicissitudes of life.
"Master Yushi...this place is the entrance to the ancient realm!"
In an open space covered with weeds at the foot of the mountain, Shan Mu bowed his waist and spoke respectfully to the dwarf man in front of him, who had a somewhat bloated body.
There was faint sweat on his forehead, I don't know if it was because he was afraid of this person or for some other reason.
Hear the words.
The dwarf man's eyes suddenly dimmed, and his dark pupils exuded a boundless aura of death. The aura of death shrouded the surroundings, and soon... the originally stable space suddenly began to tremble!
"Yes... the space here is extremely weak. I can even feel that an ancient city seems to be buried deep in the void in front of me, giving me an extremely vast feeling!"
The dwarf man smiled softly, and then suddenly remembered something, "Shanmu, I have already done what you asked me to do!"
"real!"
Shanmu's eyes lit up.
"But I still want to remind you that it is better not to offend some people if you can! Although the Chu family has declined, its foundation is far beyond what you, an important court official, can shake!"
"My subordinate understands." Shanmu nodded repeatedly.
Of course he never thought about taking revenge on the entire Chu family, but he didn't want to let go of Chu Tong who attacked him in the first place!
"Okay, please step back! Soon, other censors will arrive one after another to open the ancient realm. By then, you will be busy."
"As commanded."
After Shanmu left, the dwarf man looked up at the vast sky and shook his head slightly, "I wonder who will come this time after hearing the sound..."
…
…
The practice of Baimai Meridian.
For Mo Heng, who has extremely high understanding, it did not take too long.
He only practiced for one night, and he easily generated Gang Qi according to the records of the Hundred Meridians Meridian!
call--
Gather qi and blood, gather the pulse and generate energy!
Feeling the sharp energy re-condensed in his dantian, Mo Heng showed a relaxed expression.
But soon, his expression became lonely again.
Although I have my thoughts now...
But next, how should I practice?
To know.
Although he now has the cultivation level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, the Mountain Fist is of no help to the Pulse Condensation Realm warriors.
Mo Heng felt helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
Martial skills are different from mental skills, which are the true foundation of the Mo clan. And... just like ordinary-level martial arts, only yellow-level intermediate martial arts can speed up his practice.
In addition, if he wants to improve his cultivation, he can only take pills.
"Collateral disciples have no right to enjoy the family's gifts, elixirs... there is no hope for them!"
Mo Heng sighed, looking frustrated.
He cannot obtain elixirs from his family. As for martial arts, it is even more difficult.
"If it doesn't work, just hand over the ancient artifacts we got to the family." Thinking of the golden tortoise shell he got in the Tianlan Mountains half a year ago, Mo Heng was ready to make a move.
Originally, according to his plan...
When he returned to his family, he immediately handed this thing over.
But when he thought about the collapse of the Tianlan Mountains, he always felt that this object was very extraordinary. If he handed it over like this, he would probably have lifelong regrets!
"well…"
Thinking of the troubles, Mo Heng didn't want to think about it. Now he can only take one step at a time!
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Three days later.
The Mo clan has ushered in the most solemn event in history - clan sacrifice!
Throughout the house.
With the arrival of the clan sacrifice, starting from the morning, the surroundings were filled with the joy and laughter of children, showing their joy. Even the elderly people, with their gray beards, were overflowing with happy expressions and seemed to be very happy.
, see such a picture.
"The clan sacrifice..."
At ten minutes at noon, Mo Zhiqiu stood outside the wooden pavilion, looking at the people coming and going, with a happy smile on his face.
behind him.
Mo Heng changed into a pure white robe and looked quite delicate!
"Father, you look very happy!" Looking at Mo Zhiqiu beside him, Mo Heng said with a dumb smile. This was the first time in so long that he saw the other party like this.
"Yes... paying homage to our ancestors and seeking peace is a grand event for the Mo clan every three years." After Mo Zhiqiu finished speaking, he jumped up and said, "Let's go, we should go to the mourning hall!"
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The mourning hall of the Mo people.
Located in the back mountain of Mofu.
When Mo Heng and the two came here, they saw thousands of Mo family members standing in front of the mourning hall in the distance. They were chatting and laughing.
"So many people!"
Mo Heng couldn't help but sigh.
Ouch——
As more and more Mofu clan members arrived, when the mourning hall was already saturated, a somewhat pleasant phoenix cry suddenly sounded from above everyone's heads.
"Look, it's a golden-winged blue luan!" An elder of the Mo tribe laughed. As he finished speaking, Mo Heng suddenly felt a cold feeling on his face.
"kindness?"
Touching the white snowflakes on his face.
Mo Heng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the sky above his head. Only then did he realize that every time the golden-winged blue luan bird flapped its wings, heavy snow like goose feathers would fall from the sky.
"This is the cold season. Although the climate in Beilu is cold, it should not snow." Mo Heng said confused.
"It's the snow on the golden-winged blue luan bird."
Mo Zhiqiu said from the side, "Since ancient times, there has been a saying that birds and beasts are psychic. It seems that this bird also knows that today is a big day for our Mo family, and specially brought this snow from the far north."
"The Far North?"
Thinking that Beilu was located in the extreme west of the Daoling Dynasty, Mo Heng felt a little sad. No wonder he saw the golden-winged blue luan bird returning from the outside in Mocheng. It turned out that it was transporting snow from the far north.
!
"The extreme cold is tens of millions of miles away from our Beilu territory. It seems that this Luan bird has feelings for my ancestor of the Mo family, otherwise he wouldn't be running around like this."
"It's really difficult for it." Mo Heng said with a smile.
Snowflakes are dancing in the sky.
The mourning hall in the back mountain of Mo Mansion outlines a picturesque fairyland.
In the white snow.
A middle-aged man wearing Qingluan robe slowly appeared in front of everyone in Mo Mansion, "Everyone, I am very happy that you can come back from all over the Daoling Dynasty to participate in this clan sacrifice!"
Mo Tianhen's voice was strong and powerful, spreading throughout the back mountain.
Seeing the person coming, Mo Heng felt admiration. He knew that this person was Mo Fu, a powerful man in the Enlightenment Realm who had lived for three hundred years!
"As the saying goes, a dynasty has the foundation of a dynasty. A sect has the foundation of a sect. A family has the foundation of a family!"
"Our foundation was gained by the sacrifices of our deceased ancestors!"
"So we don't sacrifice the dynasty or the heaven! We sacrifice our ancestors!"
After Mo Tianhen finished speaking, the eyes of the disciples of Mo Mansion in front of the mourning hall became rosy!
Yes...if they weren't the ancestors of the Mo clan, where would they be? You know, the Beilu territory for hundreds of years was not very peaceful!
"The first item is to sacrifice to the ancestors of the Mo clan!"
After Mo Tianhen finished speaking, countless powerful warriors from the Mo Mansion suddenly walked out of the void behind him. Each of them had an incense candle in their hand, and the incense candle was lit, exuding bursts of fragrance.
Soon, elders began to distribute incense candles!
As a descendant of the Mo clan, Mo Heng was also distributed one.
The solemn ceremony lasted from noon to dawn in the evening.
Above the sky, the goose-feather-like snow no longer fell.
Mo Tianhen then looked at the golden-winged blue luan bird above his head in a daze, and announced to everyone in a low voice: "The last item is to sacrifice... the golden-winged blue luan bird!"
"What!? Sacrifice the golden-winged blue luan bird?"
The clan members of Mo Mansion all expressed curiosity. Even Mo Heng looked strangely at the giant luan bird above his head that was still flapping its wings.
Since ancient times.
The only people worshiped in Mo Mansion are their dead ancestors.
This is the first time to worship the golden-winged Qingluan.
"Its destination will always be the Mo clan. This is the best ceremony." Mo Zhiqiu looked at the golden-winged Qingluan still singing happily above his head, and seemed to understand something.
really…
As soon as Mo Zhiqiu's voice fell, Mo Heng heard Mo Tianhen say: "Golden-winged Qingluan, it has witnessed the rise of my Mo family!"
"It's a pity that as time goes by, how can there be eternal life?"
"Now...its lifespan has come to an end."
"This white snow in the sky is the last gift it gave to us Mo people. Let us pay homage to it humbly..."
One person, another person.
More and more Mo disciples came to the memorial tablet with the Qingluan pattern in front of the mourning hall and offered sacrifices one after another.
They are either confused or helpless.
But they all understand that this ancient artifact that has protected the Mo people for thousands of years will pass away.
Look above your head.
The white snow has stopped falling.
Mo Heng noticed that there seemed to be a smile on the corner of the blue luan bird's mouth.
That was a happy smile.
It dedicated everything to the Mo people.
The Mo people also remember this kindness, so that its soul will last forever in the long river of time and never fade away...