"Mo Tian, how is the old guy, the sword master, doing now? I haven't seen this junior brother for a long time." The elder looked up to the sky, thinking about the past in the Sword Forging Sect.
"Uncle, Master is doing very well now. How about you come with me to see Master when I go back?" Mo Tian asked tentatively.
Seeing Mr. Yun like this, Mo Tian wanted to see this long-lost senior brother again.
"No need." Mr. Yun shook his head and sighed: "The sword master has his own ideas. If he returns to Tianjian Sect, his hard work has not been in vain."
Seeing Mr. Yun's melancholy look, Mo Tian didn't know what to say and could only stand quietly and look at Mr. Yun.
After a while, Mr. Yun came back to his senses, looked at Mo Tian, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Mo Tian, if you have anything to say, just say it. It's really frustrating to see you holding back on talking."
Mo Tian scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Uncle Master has discovered this, so Mo Tian won't hide it from Uncle Master. I came here this time to ask the auction house to help me."
"Oh?" Mr. Yun raised his eyebrows and asked, "How can I help?"
"Our Beast Hunting Organization plans to permanently remove the Hunting Tyrant Organization from the Monster Village over time. I hope the auction house can help protect the Beast Hunting Organization to prevent the Hunting Tyrant Organization from carrying out sneak attacks while the powerful Hunter Beast Organization is away." Mo
Tian said seriously.
Stroking his long gray beard, Mr. Yun said solemnly: "Our auction house has always not interfered with other forces. My nephew, you are making me very embarrassed."
Mo Tian nodded and said: "That's why Mo Tian came to ask Uncle Master if he could help Mo Tian. Although I just joined the hunting organization not long ago, the brothers in the hunting organization are very good to me, so this can be considered as my help."
Thanks to the hunting organization, I always have a bad premonition during this time. I can't explain it, but it is very strong."
"Master Nephew, I still don't know why you came to the Monster Forest. Didn't the old sword master arrange someone to protect you?" Elder Yun asked.
"Yes, Uncle Master." Mo Tiandao said: "Master means to let me train alone. After the Monster Forest comes out, at least in the inner sect, no one can compete with me."
"Absurd!" Mr. Yun said angrily: "Sword Master, this guy is crazy! Let you enter the monster forest alone? Doesn't he himself know the horror of the monster forest? Don't talk about him, even the strong men in the big domain are here
No one dares to walk sideways in the monster forest. Each monster forest has a place of great danger, and the mysterious monsters there are all comparable to those perverts in the Central Region."
Mo Tian smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "Uncle Master, if you don't die in battle in danger, you will die suddenly in tranquility. I would rather die in battle than die slowly in the quiet environment of Tianjian Sect."
"But you are still a child!" Mr. Yun said loudly.
Mo Tian turned around and looked at the trickling water in Yayuan, with a deep look in his eyes: "As soon as you come, let's be safe. Anyone who goes against me will die!"
Looking at Mo Tian, Mr. Yun suddenly became a little confused, as if the person in front of him was no longer an eighteen-year-old young man, but an old monster who had experienced hundreds of battles and vicissitudes of the world.
"Okay!" Old Yun gritted his teeth and said: "Just because you are my nephew, I will help you with this! However, I have made a promise here, if something unexpected happens when you go to obliterate the Hunting Tyrant Organization,
The auction house will not take action, and the auction house will only help you defend the hunting organization and prevent people from the hunting tyrant organization from sneak attacks."
Hearing what Mr. Yun said, Mo Tian was overjoyed. He turned to look at Mr. Yun, bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, uncle!"
"Eh..." Sighing, Mr. Yun looked at Mo Tian with mixed feelings in his heart.
Doesn't the Mo Tian in front of him look like the incarnation of the sword master?
Back then, when the sword master made this decision, didn't he ask his master like this?
only...
He failed.
"Go ahead and get ready for what you have to do. The auction house will pay attention to everything about your hunting organization during this period. If you want to take action, our auction house will send people to protect the hunting organization. Just go ahead and don't fail."
Old Yun sighed.
"Master's nephew."
"Yeah." Mo Tian responded.
"Have you seen him?" Mr. Yun asked.
"He? Who is it?" Mo Tian looked at Mr. Yun suspiciously, not understanding what he was talking about.
"It's okay," Mr. Yun said with an embarrassed smile, "Go back. If you can return to Tianjian Sect alive, help me give your master a good voice."
"Okay, Uncle Master, Mo Tian takes leave." Mo Tian clasped his fists and walked outside.
After waiting for Mo Tian to leave for a long time, Yuntian's figure appeared from the side and stood behind Mr. Yun.
"I have known for a long time that you have never left." Mr. Yun said calmly.
"Uncle, are you really going to help him?" Yun Tian asked: "The rules of the auction house are not to interfere in the affairs between any forces. You have already broken the rules before and gave him the red sandalwood sword. Do you want to break this rule too?"
"
"Yes, I will definitely help. This is what I owe to their master and disciple." Mr. Yun said.
"But the auction house doesn't owe anything." Yuntian murmured.
Snap——
"presumptuous!"
Old Yun slapped Yun Tian in the face with his backhand, sending him flying several meters away.
"Ahem..." A streak of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Yun Tian looked at Mr. Yun in confusion.
"Why? Uncle."
"You are wrong..."
Mr. Yun stood up and walked to where Mo Tian was standing before. He lowered his head and let a cloudy tear fall from the corner of his eye.
"Our auction house owes them, the sword master, the master, and the entire sword-making sect!"
"The destruction of the Sword Forging Sect was caused by themselves. What does it have to do with our auction house?" Yuntian asked unwillingly.
"No!" Mr. Yun's body trembled slightly, and his long gray hair flowed with the trembling of his body.
"It's me. I owe my junior brother, my master, and the entire Sword Forging Sect!"
"I am a sinner!!" Unable to stop anymore, Mr. Yun looked up to the sky and cried.
"Uncle..." Looking at Mr. Yun, Yuntian didn't know how to comfort him.
This was the first time since he was born that he saw his uncle crying, just like a baby, crying so helplessly, so...sadly.
Slowly walking to Mr. Yun's side, Yun Tian raised his hand and patted Mr. Yun's shoulder, comforting him softly: "Uncle, let bygones be bygones. You are the elder of the auction house. You are like this..."
"I am a sinner, I am a sinner, I am the sinner of the entire Sword Casting Sect. I will never forget that the desperate eyes of the Sword Casting Sect's juniors before they died were all due to your grandfather's indifference, which turned the Sword Casting Sect into a
Ruins, a place of death! These are all
Our auction house owes the Sword Casting Sect! Why don’t I go back? The day the auction house doesn’t admit that it owes the Sword Casting Sect, the day I won’t admit that I am the son of the family master! I will never go back to that darkness! Self-interested! Selfish
Place!" Old Yun roared angrily.
The ring flashed in his hand, and a long sword emitting cold light plunged straight into the ground.
"The Love-Breaking Sword! The day the auction house refuses to acknowledge it, the Love-Breaking Sword will cut off any trace of family ties between me and the head of the family!" Mr. Yun, with disheveled hair, looked at the cold-glow sword in front of him...