You Lingxi carried Mo Ming back to Mo Ming's house, gently and flatly placed the young village owner in black on the ground, and also placed Mo Yujian next to Mo Ming.
You Lingxi turned his face sideways and looked at the two guards guarding the door. Without saying a word, he stepped forward and jumped up several feet, scattering in the wind and light.
After all, the Mo family can be regarded as a prestigious force in the world, and the gatekeepers cannot be just ordinary people. Although the young village master came back from the verge of death, and saw this indistinguishable white-clothed swordsman disappear out of thin air, everyone was dumbfounded.
, but it didn’t mess up anything.
Mo Ming was sent to the hospital quickly, and young lady Yin Li also went to the hospital with the maid Qu'er immediately.
Qu'er was surprised and angry at the same time. The young master of the village was so seriously injured, and his wife, who was usually gentle and gentle, was nowhere to be seen. Watching the young lady become a tearful person, Qu'er also felt a twitch in her heart.
It was getting dark, and apart from the doctor and three or two maids, the only ones in the clinic were Qu'er, who was sleeping lightly on the table, and Yin Li, who was also sleeping tiredly by the bed.
Mo Ming slowly opened her eyes and felt that there was almost no pain anywhere in her body. She was about to sit up, but the wound on her chest seemed to open again, so she had to give up. Then she looked at her chest and saw that there was something wrong.
Mo Ming couldn't help but put his hand on his long, white and tender hand, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Fortunately for us, we have a wife like Yin Li.
Although Yin Li cried for a long time, she still hadn't eaten enough water and rice, her body was almost empty, and she was so tired that she fell asleep. But Mo Ming's hand put on her own hand, and she felt it naturally. Yin Li also woke up quickly. Seeing this
The husband, who was lying on the bed covered in bandages with a silly smile on his face, couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Yin Li's laughter also made Qu'er wake up. When Qu'er saw that the young master of the village was awake, the young lady was giggling there, stretched out and went out.
"Li'er, help me up."
Yin Li lightly hit Mo Ming on the chest, and Mo Ming cried out in pain. However, Yin Li didn't feel distressed at all, and covered her mouth again and burst into laughter.
"Li'er, you want to murder your husband!"
If these words were heard by outsiders, no one would dare to believe them coming from Mo Ming's mouth.
Soon Qu'er also came back. She went to the kitchen to order some rice porridge and soup, and helped Yin Li to make Mo Ming sit up halfway. While Yin Li was feeding Mo Ming, she was still nagging endlessly, where is this?
Madam, she is clearly an old woman.
It was getting late at night, and it was rare that the owner of the village, Mo Sang, who was extremely strict with Mo Ming, suddenly came to visit the doctor.
He still looked solemn and full of energy, as usual, wearing a tailor-made all-black robe and carrying a long black sword on his back.
Although this sword is extremely exquisite, if you want to compare it with Mo Yu's sword, it is like copper coins to gold. Mo Ming, Yin Li and Qu'er all held their breaths and remained silent. However, these three people were stunned.
If you were not being polite, you would rub your eyes vigorously for fear that you might have seen something wrong.
The owner of the village, he, he was actually smiling. His smile was extremely kind, yes, kind.
Not to mention Yin Li Tongqu'er, even Mo Ming has never seen Mo Sang laugh.
A gentleman's words and deeds should not be one inch more or less. His words should be in accordance with etiquette and his steps should be consistent.
After Yin Li saluted, she wisely led Qu'er to pack her things and leave the hospital, leaving the father and son alone for some time together.
Mo Ming was seriously injured and couldn't get up. Seeing his father's eyes full of love, he couldn't get used to it. He looked at his father carefully again. He was nearly fifty years old and still handsome and handsome.
If you can continue to be like this and grow older as the years go by, you will be blessed.
Mo Sang opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Mo Ming spoke first and asked, "Father, are you familiar with Mr. Badou?"
When Mo Sang heard this name, he was not surprised. He still laughed and said softly: "She is just a woman who no one wants. She is old and hates to get married."
When Mo Ming heard this, he thought, what? His father could actually speak like this, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Helpless, I couldn't control my laughter, and my whole body felt pain again, especially the sword wound on my left clavicle which was fatal.
Mo Sang stopped laughing, looked at his only son again, and said in the same voice: "Little Kucha, if you are not a child of the Mo family, or you..."
"If I were not a child of the Mo family, with my body and bones like this, I might not live to be six or seven years old."
When Mo Sang heard this, he laughed again. Indeed, what hindered this child the most was his unsatisfactory body. But fortunately, no matter how bad his body was, it was still better than his two cousins.
"Father, what exactly is the catastrophe?"
He remembered that day when he entered Qinglan and was discovered by his father, but Mo Sang did not blame him. Did his father give up on him?
"Heavenly calamity, if there is peace on earth, why bother fighting with heaven." Mo Sang
He clenched his fists, then unclenched them, and continued, "My father is now cultivating to suppress the third level for the sake of peace in this world. In the final analysis, it is just a greed for life."
Mo Ming was about to argue, but Mo Sang didn't give him the chance. What he said next made Mo Ming sleepless at night.
"My son Xuan Tu would like to be the king and take over Jinling City!"
The throne changed hands and the Mohist family became king?
Second cousin, him?
Is it wrong for rats to be greedy for life?
If Zhu Jiannan were to exchange fate with the fisherman boy and live seventy years, would he refuse?
Before he was crowned weak, the wisest man in the world kept Mo Xuantu's name on his list for four years. From when Mo Ming was fifteen to when he was nineteen, he stayed at the top of the list for four years.
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Zhiwubuyan wrote a sentence next to the three words Mo Xuantu, "Wine, sword, calligraphy and painting, smile proudly in the world."
No one understands why the wise man wrote these eight words.
Wine? Sword? Calligraphy? Painting?
Smiling proudly in the world?
Although they don't understand the specific meaning, most people believe that this is a wise man's affirmation of the talent of the young master of the Mohist family.
He reached the peak of Yuanzu at the age of sixteen and broke through the wilderness at the age of eighteen. How many people in the world are there?
At that time, Mo Ming was in the limelight and was unparalleled among his peers. However, his father, Mo Sang, was still strict and never let up on him. At that time, Mo Ming did not understand that he was already considered to be the number one among his peers and also a leader in the world.
Why is it that the young handsome man who is most favored by the imperial court has never received even a nod of recognition from his father?
At the age of twenty, he reached the peak of the prehistoric realm, but the peak of the prehistoric realm was still the prehistoric realm.
Twenty-four years old, it has been stagnant for four years, and there is no sign of breaking through.
For an ordinary person, this would be normal, but the Venerable Muhanlou who was the same age as him broke through the Hongmeng realm when he was nineteen years old and replaced him as the first person of his generation.
There are already many people.
There are already many people!
Mo Ming didn't answer, and Mo Sang didn't continue to ask. He still smiled lovingly. He stretched out his hand as if to touch the side of his only son's face. But he gave up. After all, he was no longer a child and had a wife.
, there will also be children in the future.
Mo Sang couldn't help but sigh in his heart, time, time, the fairest and most ruthless thing to everyone is time. Unknowingly, his child has grown so big. Yes, he has grown so big safely.
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"When the injury is healed, let's start practicing the Sentimental Sword."
Passionate sword? Passionate sword!
Mo Ming has been waiting for these three words for too many years. Even though he is already twenty-four years old, Mo Yu's sword cultivation is only proficient in the ruthless sword, and his dabbling in the sentimental sword is just one move: "When will you return?"
Mo Sang took down Mo Yu's sword that was hanging on the wall. He didn't take the sword out of its sheath. He just looked at the scabbard and the hilt and asked, "Xiao Kucha, is this sword good for you?"
Mo Ming hummed, and Mo Sang hung the sword on the wall again, but took out a blue book from his sleeve and threw it at Mo Ming.
Mo Ming reached out to catch it and looked at the cover, which read "Flower Casting".
Flower, cast?
He frowned and looked at his father. Mo Sang just stood upright, with a kind face, and put his hand on his waist. He looked at him like this without saying anything or making a sound. Mo Ming turned over the first page, which was written in small regular script with a hairpin.
"I have been bored all my life. I stole the magic casting skills from my senior brother and made them into fancy magic castings."
Mo Ming was a little confused and looked up at his father with questioning eyes.
Mo Sang stopped talking and explained: "My name is Ye, which was inherited from Liang Dynasty. Since the beginning of the Dragon Emperor, I changed my name to Ye. Do you understand?"
Mo Ming nodded. Dragon Emperor, the first king of Daye, had a junior brother named Huaye, who was the ancestor of the Hua family, the current famous bow and arrow master.
It is said that the Dragon Emperor originally promised to share the world equally with Hua Ye and the ancestors of the Zhu and Mo families. The Zhu and Mo families naturally rejected the Dragon Emperor's kindness. However, the legendary figure of Hua Ye did something quite ridiculous.
He actually took advantage of the fact that the Dragon Emperor went to court and chopped all the items in the Dragon Emperor's palace into two halves with a knife. He even separated the imperial seal in half with a short knife.
This is why there is a line in the middle of Daye's jade seal after it is stamped. It is not that Daye does not have skilled craftsmen. It is said that the Dragon Emperor issued an edict that the dragon bed can be replaced and the dragon pen can be replaced. This is the national jade seal.
The quasi-skilled craftsmen use gold and silver to decorate it, but it can never be completely restored.
The Dragon Emperor's reason was also very simple, because he, Hua Ye, kept half of the world in his own place.
Hundreds and nearly a thousand years have passed. Since the Long family is the master of Daye, the people of the Hua family can only be ministers or citizens. But for the jade seal passed down to the country, no one of the younger generation dares to disobey their ancestors.
Completely restored.
My words went astray. The dragon-patterned golden knife that Hua Ye used to split the Dragon Emperor's palace in half was made by the Dragon Emperor. And the Dragon Emperor's
My uncle is one of the most famous forging masters in history, the evil Qingyazi.
The Dragon Emperor made one sword, three swords with the same thorn, and distributed them to several close friends.
Hua Ye, on the other hand, stole the art of the Dragon Emperor when he was in the same sect, and cast the famous sword Liu Fang as a gift to his friends, so that the second generation master of Liu Fang took the Wen sword to become the world's sword sect. After several twists and turns, the book "Hua Zhu" compiled by Hua Ye somehow found its way into the world.
So he ended up living in the Mo family.
"Every generation of sword masters in the Moh family is around forty, and the Qi energy stored in them will overflow. If it is not released, it will also damage the martial arts. And the sword-making skills recorded in this book can make the people of the Moh family overflow the Qi energy.
Integrate it into the forged sword. If your cultivation level will be overflowing in the future, you can also follow the instructions and make a sword as a gift to a friend."
This means that in order to avoid harming your body and affecting your future cultivation, you should incorporate the overflowing and useless cultivation into the sword.
Mo Ming recalled what his father had just said, suddenly noticed a sentence and asked: "Forged by father?"
Mo Sang naturally expected it, laughed, stroked his beard and replied, "I'll give it to a junior."
"Oh, junior? What kind of person is he?"
"He? He is a scholar who was born into the wrong child."
Mo Ming was smart, so the first thing he thought of was the azure sword in Li Ganghong's hand, and he didn't ask if it was so. Mo Ming asked another question: "Zhong Xihou, can you leave?"
Mo Sang shook his head and said, "I've already settled in Zhuangzi. I'm afraid I'm still talking to your Grandpa Jian right now."
"Father, how is Zhong Xihou's cultivation?"
Mo Sang chuckled, he was happy. He was happy that this kid Mo Ming actually cared about other people's cultivation. This meant that he was probably targeting Zhong Xihou. It would be good to have people like Zhong Xihou as a guide.
"His cultivation level is not bad, and he is on the same path as my father. After today, you may have less chance to see Zhong Xihou use his sword."
Mo Ming frowned and asked, "Why?"
"My child, can you think that the realm of Hongmeng is the realm of the sky? If you hope to return to Hongmeng in the future, if you are at the third level of Hongmeng, no one will care. If you go further and reach the fourth or fifth level, you will understand the past heaven and earth.
How insignificant. If you attack at will, heaven and earth will ignore you, and people of your generation will join forces to kill you."
Mo Ming didn't understand, but listening to Mo Sang's words, it seemed that the fifth level of Hongmeng was not rare. Similarly, it seemed that after stepping into that door, although one could reach the sky, he would be subject to many constraints.
Mo Sang stopped explaining, and then said: "All the people in the world may be your enemy, but you don't have to worry about Marquis Zhongxi."
Mo Ming was confused. He knew a lot, and he also knew the role Zhong Nanyan and King Jinling played in the rebellion in the past. But what King Jinling did later was indeed not the behavior of a gentleman.
If he were Marquis Zhongxi, he would vent all his grievances when he came to Jinling City.
If this is true, the Mo family will definitely be implicated. But why would the father say this?
The boy was confused, how could a father not see it? Mo Sang looked at his child, and for some reason, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Why had he been so dissatisfied with his little bitter tea in the past twenty years?
It's also strange.
"Ming'er, do you know what happened to the third prince of the previous dynasty?"
Mo Ming nodded, then frowned. After all, he was just a baby at that time. Before he was in it, all he knew was the oral tradition recorded by others, so it was difficult to tell the truth from the false.
"Ming'er, my father wants to ask you, what will you do if the businesses under my Mo family don't obey orders?"
"I'll just give it to the store manager to sort it out." Mo Ming didn't hesitate, but then couldn't help but frown.
Mo Sang nodded, and then said: "It's the same. The shopkeeper has been in charge of the business for a long time, and he has forgotten that the Mo family is the owner of the business. Usually, the account books handed over by the shopkeepers are true or false, and they don't pay too much attention to them, but
After a long time, the account books submitted will show a loss or a profit of ten taels. Not to mention your mother, even the next few accounting gentlemen will be angry."
Mo Ming's brows tightened. He had never cared about the situation of his own company, and he knew that Mo Sang never cared about it either.
Mo Ming was silent, and Mo Sang continued: "Although the ancestors of the Mo family are the founding heroes, ministers are ministers after all. It is not in line with etiquette to disturb the duties of ministers."
"Father, if someone breaks etiquette, what should you do?"
Mo Sang sighed, paused for a few moments, and then said: "I wanted to protect myself wisely, but it backfired. Ming'er, maybe you can agree to your father's request?"
Mo Ming did not hesitate and said directly: "Father made it clear and I dare not disobey it."
"If one day you want to travel around the world, go ahead and do it. If one day you want to go against the teachings of your ancestors and become an official in the court, go ahead and do it."
Mo Ming's eyes widened, confused, but before he could speak in the future, Mo Sang spoke first and said: "There is one thing that must not be done. Yinuo, this child, will always be your brother."