It was already four days later. The journey through mountains and rivers was difficult, but fortunately we did not encounter any danger.
The messy alleys of Meucheng...
The smell of rotting corpses filled the air. Mo Zifeng looked at Mo Heng beside him, who looked a little depressed, chuckled and said, "Brother Mo Heng, are you still thinking about Sister Yue'er?"
"yes…"
Mo Heng sighed, recalling Lin Yue'er's stubborn look before, and his face became even more helpless.
"Hey, if you ask me, if Sister Yue'er wants to follow, just let her follow. Why do you have to drive her back to Lincheng?" Mo Zifeng was puzzled.
"The barbarians are invading, and you and I will go to the battlefield soon. As a woman, she will only be safe if she stays in her own family!"
Mo Heng explained.
This is indeed what he thought at the beginning...
By staying in the Lin family, the ancestor of the Lin family would at least ensure the safety of the family's disciples. But if she stayed with him, I'm afraid Lin Yue'er's life would not be protected.
"Sigh... I really don't understand you people."
Mo Zifeng smiled and shook his head and said no more.
The two walked side by side and soon returned to Mo Mansion!
Outside Mo Mansion.
The number of guards guarding this place has changed from the original two to more than ten, and the security is extremely tight.
Mo Zifeng stepped forward and took out his identity jade tag.
After a guard took it, his expression suddenly changed and he exclaimed: "You...are you Mr. Mo Zifeng?"
"It's me..."
Mo Zifeng was slightly startled, thinking, what is going on with these people, why do they feel like seeing ghosts when they see him?
"Please wait for a moment, Your Excellency Mo Zifeng. The elder has given instructions. If Your Excellency comes back, I need to report to you as soon as possible." After the guard said respectfully, he ran towards Mo Mansion.
Mo Heng came up from the side.
He looked at Mo Zifeng, who was confused, and said with a chuckle: "What? Mo Mansion doesn't even allow you, a direct disciple, to enter?"
"Um...I don't know what's going on." Mo Zifeng shook his head.
After a few breaths.
There was a faint shaking in the void above the two of them, and Mo Yunzhi's vicissitudes of life appeared in everyone's eyes.
"Meet the elder!"
When more than a dozen guards saw the person coming, they knelt down and worshiped with respectful expressions.
See this.
Although Mo Heng and Mo Zifeng were confused, they still knelt down and worshiped on the spot.
"Everyone, get up." Mo Yunzhi's voice was calm. He took a step forward and came to Mo Zifeng. He was about to ask what happened during this period, but he hesitated, "Just come back... If you don't come back again...
, that kid Ziling will go to Kuya Ridge to look for you at all costs."
"Brother Zi Ling?" Mo Zifeng's eyes turned red when he heard this.
Both of his parents died when he was young. If Mo Ziling hadn't always taken care of him meticulously, I'm afraid he would still be living in the haze of his childhood.
"Okay, let's go in. It's cold outside, so don't catch a cold."
Mo Yunzhi smiled and took Mo Zifeng into Mo Mansion. As for Mo Heng, a collateral disciple, he subconsciously ignored him.
…
…
In the wooden pavilion where the disciples of the collateral line lived.
Mo Zhiqiu was praying sincerely in front of Mo Heng's mother's spiritual tablet.
He looked haggard and kept chanting, "Bless Heng'er for his safety." His old face suddenly gained a few wrinkles.
Tread——
In vain, there was a burst of light footsteps in the wooden pavilion.
Hear.
Mo Zhiqiu trembled all over and ran out of the house quickly.
He saw…
Mo Heng, who had somewhat rosy eyes, was standing outside the wooden pavilion and looked a lot thinner.
It’s been a long time!
Ever since he learned the news about Mo Heng's disappearance from Mo Antong and others, Mo Zhiqiu has been looking forward to such a scene all the time.
"Father, I'm back." Seeing Mo Zhiqiu's haggard look, Mo Heng couldn't help but feel sad. Sure enough, the only person in this world who really cared about him was his father.
Mo Zhiqiu's throat was choked, and she cried with joy: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back... If you leave too, I really don't know how to face Yan'er."
Looking at Mo Zhiqiu's eyes, tears gradually appeared.
This moment.
Mo Heng's mood suddenly became extremely heavy, and he secretly swore in his heart that he would never let his father worry again in the future.
…
Early next morning.
Mo Heng woke up from his dream.
Mo Zhiqiu had already made breakfast... When he saw the long-lost food, he wolfed it down until he felt a little bloated in his abdomen, then he stopped and planned to start a new day of practice.
The realm of transcendence…
Different from body refining and pulse condensation!
It takes a long time to get rid of impurities in the body.
Mo Heng has been practicing in the red space for a whole month. Without the blessing of elixirs, he has only shed a little dust, and there is still a long way to go before he can fly in the sky.
"It's a pity...the rewards from the martial arts conference have been temporarily put on hold because of those guys from the barbarian tribe." Mo Heng felt helpless when he thought of the rewards Shan Mu had promised to the Pulse Condensing Realm warriors.
Ten dust removal pills…
At least it can help yourself to reach the point where you can fly in the air.
It's getting late.
Mo Heng practiced methodically with the help of the "Sea of Consciousness Sutra".
at the same time…
The wooden pavilion where he was located received an uninvited guest.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Mo Zhiqiu looked at the handsome young man in front of him, with confusion on his face. He could feel an invisible force oppressing him. Obviously... this person should be a warrior in the spirit transformation realm.
"I, Mo Ziling, have met Uncle Mo..." Mo Ziling smiled softly, "I don't know, brother Mo Heng, but he lives here?"
"Are you looking for Mo Heng?" Mo Zhiqiu looked complicated.
If he remembered correctly, among the direct geniuses of the Mo family, there was Mo Ziling. But why would a man with such a high position and an unlimited future, the proud man of heaven, want to find their family Heng'er?
Could it be that Mo Heng offended this person?
Thinking of this, Mo Zhiqiu's face turned pale and he quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Did our Heng'er offend you because of his ignorance? If so, please don't take offense. He is just a child after all..."
"offend?"
Mo Ziling shook his head and smiled: "Uncle Mo misunderstood. When I came down here, I just wanted to give these things to Mo Heng. By the way, I would like to thank him for rescuing my younger brother in Kuya Ridge."
With that said, Mo Ziling handed over the package that he had been holding in his hand. There was a jingling sound inside the package, like the sound of a jade bottle colliding, which was extremely clear.
"This is..." After taking the package, Mo Zhiqiu was about to ask... Mo Heng, who happened to have finished practicing, walked down from the attic.
Mo Heng saw Mo Ziling standing at the door.
He roughly guessed the purpose of the other party's visit, but when he noticed the package in Mo Zhiqiu's arms, his expression became particularly curious, as if he wanted to know what was inside.
"Brother Mo Heng, long time no see." Seeing Mo Heng approaching, Mo Ziling greeted him with a smile. There was no arrogance in his tone or demeanor.
"It turns out to be Brother Ziling." Mo Heng said with the same smile, "I wonder what happened to Brother Ziling coming here late at night?"
"I just came here to thank you for risking your life to save Zifeng in Kuya Ridge."
Mo Ziling's words came from the bottom of his heart. He and Mo Zifeng had been dependent on each other since childhood. If Mo Zifeng died, the blow to him would undoubtedly be greater than anything else.
"Brother Zi Ling is too polite. We are all disciples of the Mo family. How could I not save him even if I die?"
"Both are disciples of Mo Mansion..."
Mo Ziling repeated Mo Heng's words, smiled slightly, and stopped being pretentious, "In this case, I won't say any more words of thanks. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me, as long as I can do it
, I will never refuse!”
"As for that package..." Speaking of the package, Mo Ziling's expression became serious, "That is what Elder Mo Yunzhi ordered me to deliver to you personally."
"The Supreme Elder?"
Mo Heng immediately thought of the vicissitudes of the old man he met yesterday, "I wonder if the Supreme Elder has anything else to say?"
"That's not true."
Mo Ziling thought hard for a moment and finally shook his head.
…
Send Mo Ziling away.
Mo Heng wrapped the brocade cloth, took it back to the house, and slowly opened it.
Ding ding——
For a moment, the collision of countless jade bottles buzzed in the wooden pavilion, accompanied by several ancient books displayed among various jade bottles.
"This is…"
Deeply shocked by the scene in front of him, Mo Heng subconsciously picked up an ancient book and took a closer look. His mind was filled with uproar!
I saw the ancient book in his hand writing: Xuan-level high-level martial arts - Fuyun Jin!
Xuan level!
And it’s still high-end?
Mo Heng's whole person was as if in a dream. With trembling hands, he picked up another ancient book, his expression even more shocking.
Earth-level low-level martial arts—Three Styles of Furious Dragon!
Pick up another book.
Earth-level mid-level martial arts—Youmeng Slash!
Pick up another book.
Earth-level advanced martial arts - Wave Palm!
There are a total of six martial arts books, three of which are Xuan-level martial arts!
The remaining three...
It’s even more of an earth-level martial skill!
If Mo Heng hadn't experienced the red space before, he would have thought that everything in front of him was an illusion!
After the joy.
Mo Heng calmed down and his face became darker.
If he remembered correctly, Xuan-level martial arts and Earth-level martial arts were the foundation of the entire Mo clan. Why would Mo Yunzhi give such precious things to one of his collateral disciples?
To know…
Before warriors in the Spiritual Transformation Realm have broken through to the Realm of Enlightenment, all they compete with are martial arts! The quality of martial arts can determine the strength of the warrior.
Hesitating.
Mo Heng noticed.
Among the countless jade bottles, a jade slip emitting a hazy blue light was buried deep inside.
He reached out and picked up the jade slip. Before he could examine it, a ray of cyan light escaped into his mind... and then, a vicissitudes of voice sounded in Mo Heng's sea of consciousness.
"I am Mo Yunzhi, the supreme elder of the Mo clan!"
"I have heard Zifeng talk about you, so... I don't want the Mo clan to bury a talented person like this!"
"These elixirs and ancient books are due to the Mo clan's cultivation of you, and I also hope that... you will not have a grudge against the Mo clan because of your sideline."
"Now that the Southern Barbarians have invaded, the outbreak of war is only a matter of time. Only by becoming stronger can we survive the war."
"Come on!"
"The future of the Mo clan still needs young people like you to hold it together!"