In Tianshui Villa in Mo County, Mo Ming, the current swordsman of the Mohist family, is sitting alone on the top of a peak. It is extremely cold at the height, not to mention the wind is biting. But this swordsman of the Mohist family is alone, with a pot of wine and two swords.

Just on this peak, you can overlook the entire Tianshui Villa and the entire Mo County.

His wounds were cleaned well and the speed of healing was astonishing. After the burnt hair was trimmed, it only covered the length of his neck.

Alone, on the top of the peak, drinking wine, blowing in the wind, and accompanied by the afterglow of the sunset, it seems quite leisurely.

But his mood at the moment was extremely complicated.

The jug in his hand was thrown aside, the jug shattered, and the wine spilled. He turned over and swung the golden long sword. The sword was unsheathed, and there was a dragon roar.

He stroked the blade of the sword with two fingers, his eyes sharp, and then he held the sword and danced, making every move with a combination of strength and softness.

Is Mo Ming really the only one on this peak?

In fact, it is not the case. His lovely wife Yin Li and the cat-like girl Mo Qu'er are watching from a distance. Yin Li still doesn't understand why Ming Lang seems to be even more worried when he has clearly retreated to attack the immortal. Mo Qu'er

Although she frowned the same, her thoughts were completely different from Yin Li's.

She also lamented in her heart that things in the world have a way with people, and fortune has a way with people.

Mo Ming stopped and sheathed the golden sword. He swung another sword, Mo Yu, the sword that only Mo family sword masters could hold. Mo Yu's sword didn't know why, but it was like magic.

The changed color has also dissipated. Whether it is the Qi poured into the body or the blood of the master drank, it is just a sword shaped like a ruler and completely black. It no longer changes to silver or black and white.

Mo Ming had noticed Yin Li and Mo Qu'er since early on. He walked past them and said, "Pack your bags and take you to see the world."

After a while, the Mohist swordsman kicked open the door of his ancestral hall. This action stunned the two Mohist disciples who were guarding the ancestral hall. In the past, the owner of the village was gentle and gentle, and he had never been so polite to others.

Such a rude appearance.

But they are just the most ordinary guards. They can't talk too much about what the village owner thinks or does, and they don't dare to gossip.

If it weren't for the two unparalleled swords in the hands of the owner of the village, these two people would have really thought that the man who suddenly became insane was not their owner of the village.

Mo Ming stepped over the threshold and walked into the ancestral hall. Row after row of memorial tablets for ancestors, Mo Ming glanced at one after another. The first generation of sword wielders, the second generation of sword wielders, the third generation of sword wielders...

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Mo Ming walked to the tablet of the thirty-fifth generation sword wielder. This tablet was newly made and still smelled of paint. The words on it were also different from other tablets. They were not black letters but red outlines. Mo Ming took

After passing this tablet, I touched the name "Mosang" on it with my hand.

He suddenly laughed out loud, and the laughter became louder and louder, becoming more and more like a madman.

When the princess, the elders of the clan, and some guards arrived at the ancestral hall, the scene in front of them really made everyone feel empty-headed and their scalps became numb.

They saw Mo Ming holding the golden sword in both hands and slashing continuously. Every time he swung the sword, there was an ugly curse in his mouth. If it was just "fucking", "shit" and so on, it would still be able to make people angry.

People tolerate it, but those curse words really make everyone doubt, is this person really the owner of his village?

"Mo Ming, stop!"

A sharp voice came, the tone full of resentment.

Mo Ming stopped his hand and slowly turned around. When he turned around, his eyes were dull,

The grinning look once again made everyone feel confused. Everyone was wondering, who is this person in front of them?

The princess who shouted to Mo Ming to stop was also in a state of trepidation at the moment, holding a precious silk handkerchief tightly with both hands. The handkerchief was too thin, and her nails penetrated the handkerchief, slightly digging into the palm of her hand.

"Mother, hehe, mother..."

"Ming'er, you, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Ming looked at the people behind the princess again, then her eyes were fierce, and she shouted angrily: "Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!"

The owner of the village would yell at people like this, and everyone thought they had heard wrongly, but when they saw Mo Ming walking towards them with a sword, they believed it.

"You all please step aside."

The princess spoke, and everyone dispersed. Some of the respected elders looked at the messy Mo family ancestral hall, and their hearts twitched when they saw the ruined memorial tablets of their ancestors. They had planned to talk again.

What, but when they heard the princess's angry shouts, they all acted dumb.

"Back off, my princess!"

Within a few seconds, the door of the ancestral hall, which was originally crowded with people, was now empty, with only the princess left. The princess stepped across the threshold, turned around and closed the two doors.

The moment the door was closed, there was a "ding" and the sound of metal falling to the ground. The princess was startled, her shoulders trembled, and she turned around. Mo Ming still looked like he was crazy, smiling crazily, and the whole body

The golden Yi Zen Taoist secret was discarded on the ground.

The Mo Yu Sword was placed on the kneeling mat in front of the memorial tablet.

"Ming'er, Ming'er, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the princess' call and looking at his frowning and worried face, Mo Ming's grin became even weirder, and even the smile made his facial features begin to become a little distorted.

"Who am I? Mother, who am I?"

Hearing Mo Ming ask, the princess felt even more heartbroken.

"Ming'er, you are my mother's Ming'er!"

Mo Ming laughed again, then pointed at the tablet stand that he had destroyed and could no longer be used, and asked: "Then who are they? Who are those people behind them?"

The princess was stunned. She naturally knew what Mo Ming was asking. The princess, who still had this charm and delicate face, closed her eyes and sighed again. What she was thinking was, if she didn't have the beauty of the past,

Would that compassion have prevented the situation like today?

"Mother, who is Changkong? Who is Ying Ruge? You have to tell me that he is just my Anda, he is just my Anda?"

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the princess's lips. He really didn't know how to answer this question.

"Mother, can you tell me why my Qi source has twenty-four meridians? Where did my twelve meridians come from? You have also practiced martial arts. Can you tell me that when the Qi source is stripped away, that person will

What will happen?”

Mo Ming possesses twenty-four meridians and has great martial arts skills. The entire Tianshui Villa only thought that Mo Ming was successful in his practice and never thought that his Qi Yuan was different from ordinary people. Yes, everyone knows that Qi Yuan has a total of

Twelve meridians, how can you think in the direction of twenty-four meridians?

The princess caught a glimpse of red out of the corner of her eye. It was a completely untouched tablet. It was the tablet of her husband Mo Sang. The red letters on it were traced by her own hands.

She took a few steps over, picked up the tablet, and touched it with her long fingers. Then her face with delicate makeup showed helplessness, and she didn't

Understand, the Mohist family, what kind of Mohist family is it?

As of now, she doesn't intend to hide it from Mo Ming anymore.

Her voice returned to calmness and she said: "They are indeed your ancestors, and he is indeed your father."

"So, who is Ying Ruge? Is he really my brother, a piece of meat that fell from your body like me?"

The princess nodded again, indeed, Mo Ming and Ying Ruge are both her own children, her own biological children.

"Ming'er, do you know why your father named you Mo Ming, Mo Xuantu?"

Mo Ming was not stupid, in fact he was very smart. He chuckled again, and then asked: "But because Mo Ming and Mo Xuantu are supposed to be two people?"

The princess closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't want to mention it, but she nodded anyway.

After she nodded, her bitter, helpless, and even painful laughter resounded throughout the entire ancestral hall. Before the princess could speak again, it was Mo Ming who spoke first.

"So Changkong, so Ruge, he is Mo Xuantu? He is, he should be!"

The princess shook her head slightly. Mo Ming was right, but there was a slight difference. She explained to Mo Ming: "His name is not Mo Xuan Tu. He should be called Mo Tu. Mo Ming, Mo Tu, this is

The names of you two brothers."

After hearing his mother's admission and explanation, Ying Ruge took up the golden sword again and slashed at the memorial tablet crazily. But this time he didn't curse, he just waved the sword and laughed wildly.

"Ming'er, Ming'er, stop..."

Mo Ming really stopped, his back was still facing the princess, and this huge ancestral hall was silent. Then Mo Ming said with a cold tone and no emotion: "If, the one who was abandoned at that time was me, if,

I have learned the skills of Changkong. If I come to the Mo family to take revenge on the Mo family, will you regret it?"

The princess was speechless as if struck by lightning.

"Yeah, after all, there are no ifs. If the one who was abandoned was me, maybe I wouldn't be able to live to this age. Mother, have you ever thought about whether Changkong would be able to live alone outside? Have you ever thought about it?

Have you eaten and do you have any clothes to wear?"

The tears of the Princess Princess were like a flood opening up in an instant, and her body collapsed and fell to the ground. Seeing her mother crying and helpless, Mo Ming, who never turned around, still had the same look in her eyes

Cold, no emotion visible.

He put the golden sword Yi Zen Dao Tianji into the scabbard, and then picked up the dark Mo Yu sword from the kneeling mat. He held the two unparalleled swords in his hands and sneered.

The princess looked up at the back of her child with tears in her eyes and remained silent.

The next moment, Mo Ming waved his hand, and the dark Mo Yu sword was shot into the stone slab. He held Yi Zen Dao Tianji in his hand, then turned around, showed a warm smile to his mother, and then took a big step

Walked outside the house.

No matter how the princess, who was paralyzed on the ground, screamed at the top of her lungs, this young master of the Mohist family, who had been sleeping on a warm mat since he was a child, treated others with courtesy, and respected his teachers, had already left without looking back.

On this day, the swordsman of the Mo family left the Mo family with his wife and sister. Before traveling, he wrote three letters and sent them to Jinling, one to the little overlord Zhu Yinuo, one to the old Dragon King of Jinling, and one to the West Country.

Lord Zhong Xihou.
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