Followed up.

The reason why the spark of Qingyun Sect can last for thousands of years is because every year, Qingyun disciples step forward to fight against heaven and monsters. I have lived for these years and have seen too many Qingyun Sect members die at the hands of monsters.

There is nothing wrong with erecting a sword of shame in front of the demon-suppressing monument. At least it will always remind the disciples of Qingyun Sect that if they dare not draw the sword when facing demons, it is an act of cowardice.

Only through continuous practice and continuous strength can we have the possibility of survival. When the sky falls, there will always be someone to hold it up, right?

Regardless of whether they are immortals or gods, they only have gods standing on this land, and they have never really opened their eyes. Under this sky, we are all ants."

At this point, Liu Yuan turned around, raised his hands to the great scholar Mo Fanchen and said, "I would like to ask Mr. Mo to live in Qingping Mountain for a few more years. Only if Mr. Mo is here can we defend Qingping Prefecture when the next demon tide comes."

, it should be less than ten years.”

Mo Fanchen poured himself a glass of wine, and after holding it up, he didn't put it down his throat for a long time. His expression seemed to be reminiscing. After a long time, he sighed: "I'm just a useless old scholar. It's about conquering demons."

, let’s leave it to the young people, by the way… Do you really believe that the monster that broke into Qingping Prefecture last year was really just a big monster?”

Liu Yuan was confused.

Mo Fanchen sighed and said: "On the day the Qingyun Sect opened the mountain to accept disciples, did you ever see a sword coming from the west, as bright as a star?"

Liu Yuan's hands shook, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Mo Fanchen seemed to be talking about an ordinary thing, "That day, someone used a sword to slay a demon. News came from Tianyao City that a demon king died on the border between Qingping Prefecture and Xianhu Prefecture, so I

I was wondering, did that big demon last year hide its strength?"

"Demon King!"

Liu Yuan's voice was trembling.

"Who has such means?"

"Who knows."

Liu Yuan wandered back and forth, with a solemn look on his face, and said with cupped hands: "Mr. Mo, I have something important to do, so I'll excuse you."

Mo Fanchen picked up the book again and read it for a while. After finishing the book in his hand, he got up and walked to the Nuan Pavilion, where he found his granddaughter sleeping soundly with a book on her head, and her breath flowed down the book.

"My little ancestor, this book is a rare treasure."

Mo Fanchen held the book in his hand distressedly.

The girl Mo Wanyun woke up faintly, stretched out her hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and said angrily: "Grandpa, don't let me go to sleep. I am very tired from practicing."

"Wan Yun, look at this person." Mr. Mo pointed to the peach blossom forest outside the plum blossom window, "That young man lives alone in seclusion, as if he has been abandoned by the Qingyun Sect. The road ahead is smooth, but he has never dropped a sword.

Day after day, although you are talented and intelligent, you are playful and lethargic. If this continues, grandpa will be angry."

Mo Wanyun flattened his mouth, reached out and picked a pink peach blossom from his bun, and muttered: "Grandpa, didn't you warn me not to cultivate myself in other people's hearts, nor to cultivate others in my own hearts?"

He is him and I am me."

"Then you are going to disturb others?"
Chapter completed!