With unbelievable eyes, the thin, stupid and sick young master Mo seemed to have instantly transformed into a god of killing.

"You..." The thin young man holding a stick in his hand looked at the triangular-eyed thief who fell to the ground, and couldn't help but stare at Young Master Mo like a ghost.

When he met Mr. Mo's cold and sharp gaze, the thin young man felt as if he was poured on his body by a bucket of ice water, and his heart twitched violently.

"Die!" A low voice with murderous intent still a hint of tenderness came from Mr. Mo's mouth. Almost at the same time, he rushed towards the thin young man.

Seeing Young Master Mo rushing over with a bloody pig-killing knife, the thief who had followed the Triangle Eyes to catch Qin Niang could not help but retreat to both sides instinctively.

The thin young man who was also scared, faced the murderous intent that was coming to his face, and wanted to retreat and dodge, but felt that his legs were as heavy as lead. Seeing that Young Master Mo approached, he roared like a madman in the face of the crisis of life and death, and waved the stick in his hand like a madman.

Puchi... However, the thin young man who had just waved his stick couldn't help but froze. Then he looked down with difficulty and saw that a pig-killing knife had been inserted into his stomach at some point. The blade almost completely penetrated into his abdomen, and blood was constantly gushing out...

Sneer... The young master Mo who suddenly pulled out the pig-killing knife turned around with a blood light, and his bloodthirsty gaze fell on the thief's head. Seeing it made the thief's head tremble all over and subconsciously took a step back.

To put it bluntly, this sudden change happened in the blink of an eye...

Young Master Mo, who was about to rush towards the thief, was slashed on the back of his neck by a palm that suddenly appeared, and then his body fell softly into the arms of an old man with gray hair but plump figure.

Seeing the bloody pig-killing knife that was still holding in the coma after Young Master Mo, the old man in his green robe couldn't help but frown slightly.

"What a strong girl, so dangerous. Fortunately, I didn't hurt the vital points," a sigh sounded, and an old Taoist appeared beside Qin Niang, who was lying on the ground and fainted.

The Taoist was wearing a yellow coarse robe, with a yellow, thin and dry face, sparse hair, more white and less black, and was holding a small Taoist bun. At this moment, he was flirting with his eyebrows to help Qin Niang stop bleeding.

The old man in the green robe who was holding Mr. Mo with one hand flew over the old man Mo who was lying on the ground. His face changed and his figure came to Mr. Mo with his illusion. He reached out to try his hand to try his heartbeat. Then his face changed again and quickly helped him up, and his right hand was pressed on Mr. Mo's back. Soon, his forehead was slightly red with sweat and heat.

When he came to his senses, the thief's face changed when he saw this scene, and then he hurriedly asked for oil to slip away...

It seemed as if there were eyes on the back. When the thief was just regressing and about to leave, the old man in the green robe who had noticed suddenly turned to look at him.

Facing the old man with green robe's cold gaze, he felt his scalp numb. Seeing the old man with green robe waving his sleeves, a dead branch on the ground was shot towards him, he couldn't help but pull a thief next to him and blocked him.

Puff... The dead branches pierced the thief's chest like a sharp sword. A small piece of blood-stained dead branches actually emerged from behind. The thief's head, whose eyes shrank, was so scared that his hands softened and his hands were thrown down the body of the thief who was staring at the terrified and unwilling to die. He hurriedly turned around and ran out of the yard.

Swish... The old man in green robe waved his sleeves again, and the fallen leaves and dust in the yard swept out more than ten meters and caught up with the thief's head, hitting his left leg, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground, and then rolled and crawled out of the yard.

Seeing the thief fleeing, the old man in the green robe frowned and wanted to save Mr. Mo and could not be distracted to chase him. As for the other thieves who were scared away like a swarm, the old man in the green robe had no intention of distracting himself to deal with him.

As the thieves ran away, amid the weak moans, under the help of the old man in the green robe who was consuming his internal energy, Mr. Mo finally woke up.

"Brother Mu, is it you? I... my son?" Old Master Mo, who turned his head to look at the old man in green robe, couldn't help but speak weakly.

"It's okay for him!" The old man in green robe hurriedly said, "Brother Mo, I'm a step late! Brother Yu is incompetent and can't save you!"

Looking at the old man in green robe with a look of pain and self-blame, Mr. Mo smiled on his face: "Brother Mu, it's not your fault! I... I have never felt guilty for being a human being in my life. I have no regrets to be able to live to this age before dying. However, the child... is not yet grown up, and I can't rest assured. Please... I ask Brother Mu to take care of him on his behalf because of his past love."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Mo did not breathe in one breath, and his head tilted body softened and lost his breath.

"Brother Mo!" Seeing this, the old man in the green robe couldn't help but scream in pain with red eyes.

The old Taoist who came over after helping Qin Niang heal his injuries could not help but sighed when he saw this: "Old monkey, blame me, if I hadn't insisted on playing two games of chess, I would have come here for a while, maybe...hey..."

...

Above Mount Hua, there is a large area of ​​flat ground with many pine trees growing on the top of a peak.

On the edge of the cliff of a thousand feet high peak, there was a tall and thin boy standing. It was Mr. Mo. To be precise, his name was Mo Hanshan. Not only in this world, his name was Mo Hanshan, but the soul in this young man's body was also called Mo Hanshan.

Mo Hanshan didn't expect that when he died in the real world, he not only entered the special world like chaoticism, but also saw the spear head that made his soul feel trembling and familiar, but was also brought to this world by him.

The gun tip is mysterious and has terrifying power. Although it is in line with Mo Hanshan's soul, it still inevitably causes oppression and damage to his soul.

Therefore, Mo Hanshan, who came to this world like a reincarnation, was injured by the influence of the mysterious spear head, and his memory was sealed. It was not until the sudden stimulation of the incident that he restored his original memory.

Mo Hanshan, who had recovered his memory, also slowly figured out the identities of the old man in the green robe and the old Taoist. These two people are both senior masters with unparalleled martial arts in this world, with nicknames of "Divine Sword Immortal Ape" and "Hundred Changes and Tribulations". As for their identities, one is the head of the Huashan Sect, and the other is the master of the Iron Sword Sect, which is the Taoist Master Mu Renqing and Mu Sang.

And this world is naturally the world of "Blue Blood Sword", one of the most famous novels in Jin Daxia's early days.

"Young Master...Young Master..." Qingyue's shout came, and Qin Niang, wearing a blue silk skirt, walked out of the pine forest. When she saw Mo Hanshan, she couldn't help but feel helpless: "Young Master, you are here again. The wind is strong on the cliff, so be careful of the wind and cold."

"Qin Niang, I'm fine! It's just that I'm too bored in the house alone, I'm just out for a walk," Mo Hanshan, who turned to look at Qin Niang, couldn't help but smile.

Seeing Mo Hanshan who had been transformed by his family and had grown up suddenly, Qin Niang, who was slightly lost, said repeatedly: "Young Master, Mr. Mu and the Taoist Master asked me to call you over!"

"Oh?" Mo Hanshan, who raised his eyebrows when he heard this, couldn't help but his eyes flashed. Mu Renqing and Taoist Master Musang suddenly called him what to do? Should he accept her as his disciple? But if they were willing to accept her, they had been on the mountain for two months, why did they only mention it now?

After knowing the identity of Mu Renqing and others before, Mo Hanshan wanted to learn martial arts. However, although the two did not directly refuse, they did not agree.
Chapter completed!