Mo Kebei sneered: "It's good to say that Mo Xiaochuan committed the crime of trespassing on the forbidden land, you should abolish your cultivation and expel the Wanfeng clan from the door wall, you can be ready."
Mo Wanfeng was finally moved, his face was full of pathos, and he said miserably: "If it weren't for Brother Douchen back then, Wan Feng would have died a long time ago.
After living for so many more years, now that this life can be returned to his son, he will be content" He knelt down deeply and said loudly: "I hope that the ancestor and the six Supreme Elders can be fulfilled for the sake of Brother Douchen's great contribution to the family and Wan Feng's silent contribution over the years."
He kowtowed suddenly, without using the slightest vitality, and with a "bang" sound, the Qinggang rock in front of the hall immediately shattered, blood flowed in all directions, and a sense of pathos spread across the hall.
Everyone was moved, showing compassion.
The six Supreme Elders also frowned, revealing thoughtful expressions.
Only the ancestor on the throne in the middle still had his eyes slightly closed, and the phantom shadow kept shaking in the light.
Mo Kebei's pupils shot out a sharp light, and shouted: "Mo Wanfeng, the clan rules above the torture hall are the greatest, as the great elder of the clan, you actually violated the law with your body, and wanted to interfere with the execution of the punishment, which is a foul in itself and should be severely punished" He pointed to Mo Xiaochuan on the ground, and shouted coldly: "If he forgives again and again because he is Mo Douchen's son, then I don't deny what the clan rules keep for his father's contribution to the family, but I have forgiven him twice, and it has already been offset."
He drank loudly, and immediately dispelled the desolation in the hall and turned it into a fierce and solemn aura.
Everyone also nodded silently, agreeing with Mo Kebei's words.
If you want to convince people, you must severely punish Mo Xiaochuan for not lending.
Mo Wanfeng raised his head suddenly, his face was covered with blood, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Kebei, don't think that I don't know that your abacus arrived at Xiaochuan this time is not Brother Dou Chen's contribution, but my Mo Wanfeng's cultivation" He slammed his luck on his palms, and the golden Nine Heavens Emperor Qi suddenly shot out, and he was about to shoot towards the dantian Mo Wanfeng wanted to strike first and abolish his Martial Emperor cultivation, so as to win the sympathy of several Supreme Elders and everyone, so as to let Mo Xiaochuan go.
Everyone was taken aback, they couldn't imagine that Mo Wanfeng was so strong, and he gave up his lifelong cultivation, without the slightest affection.
It can be seen that his intention to defend Mo Xiaochuan has reached the extreme.
"Uncle Wanfeng, don't" Mo Xiaochuan, who was lying on the ground and was dying, burst out of breath at this time, and screamed miserably.
Tears mixed with the blood flowed into his mouth, and he couldn't tell whether it was bitter or astringent, or fishy.
The body that had already been injured and couldn't move was forcibly supported, and the five fingers were embedded in the bluestone ground like a hook, scratching out the finger marks.
The six Supreme Elders sitting at the top were all shocked, no one expected Mo Wanfeng to be so simple, and it was too late to make a move.
The ancestor on the throne suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and the illusory body seemed to have become a little stronger, and a strange power appeared on him, and his eyes looked directly at Mo Wanfeng's palm print.
The golden emperor qi that was about to slap on his dantian suddenly overflowed from his palm and dissipated like green smoke.
"Smack" Hearing only a shallow sound, Mo Wanfeng's palm fell down and slapped on the dantian, immediately shocking a mouthful of blood.
It's just that the emperor's qi has dispersed, and he didn't shatter the dantian, but he was seriously injured.
"Elder Ancestor" Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly looked at the illusory figure on the throne.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Mo Kebei's eyes, but when Elder Zu made a move, even the six Supreme Elders did not dare to disobey, and they all waited for the decree.
Elder Zu's gaze fell on Mo Xiaochuan, after a move just now, his figure seemed to become lighter, and his voice seemed to come from the endless netherworld, and he said lightly: "Is this Dou Chen's son?"
"Yes, Elder Zu.
He is Mo Xiaochuan, the only biological son of Brother Dou Chen."
Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body, knelt on the ground and said first: "After the fall of Big Brother Douchen, Xiaochuan has always been raised by me.
Wan Feng is not effective in discipline, and he is willing to bear the punishment with all his might" Elder Zu's voice didn't carry any emotion, it was still faint and faint, and said: "Dou Chen has a divine body vision, and his talent is amazing, and he is the most promising person in my Mo family for thousands of years to impact the ultimate martial arts.
I didn't expect it to fall prematurely, and I have a certain responsibility for this matter.
But his son" Elder Ancestor raised his eyelids and glanced at Mo Xiaochuan before he sighed: "Tiger Father and Dog, he has a very mediocre talent, he only cultivated to the Great Martial Master of the Three Talents Realm at the age of eight, and he is not even qualified to enter the Mo Family Elite Pavilion."
Wan Feng, you are really ignorant to give up your life to cultivate for such a dog. ” Mo Wanfeng said sadly and firmly: "Ancestor, if it wasn't for Brother Douchen who saved my life, Wan Feng would have died in that battle a long time ago.
Xiaochuan I have always regarded it as my own, the son is not the fault of the godfather, the responsibility is all on me, and naturally I have to be punished for the son" Mo Xiaochuan's ten fingers had been inserted into the earth, trembling his thin and thin body, and crying: "Uncle Wanfeng, it's useless to me, it's none of your business."
A few Supreme Elders and Ancestor Elders, if you want to punish me, they will punish me, and it has nothing to do with Uncle Wanfeng. ” A Supreme Elder in the upper left corner suddenly said coldly: "Hmph, if it weren't for Wan Feng protecting you repeatedly, you would have violated the clan rules and been kicked out of the wall, which is really a shame for your father."
The sarcastic and vicious words were like knives, cutting the heart of an eight-year-old boy, Mo Xiaochuan gritted his teeth in pain, and he couldn't even moan.
Elder Ancestor sighed and said, "This is the last time.
After this time, if there is another foul, it will be dealt with according to the law, and there is no need to alarm us again. ” "Obey the law" Everyone stood up and bowed, and the elder's phantom closed his eyes again and gradually disappeared from the throne.
Mo Wanfeng held up his injured body and stepped forward to help Mo Xiaochuan up.
Another child ran out behind Mo Wanfeng, looked at the blood stains on Mo Xiaochuan's body in fear, clenched his fists and said, "Brother Xiaochuan, I must become a great art refiner in the future, and if you are beaten by others in the future, I can help you heal." ” Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head, although the injuries on his body were serious, they were not as painful as the knife in his heart.
"Huayuan, let's go."
Mo Wanfeng picked up Mo Xiaochuan and left towards the outside of the torture hall.
There was a noisy discussion behind him, and the people of the Mo family left one after another.
If it weren't for Mo Xiaochuan's special status, he would not have convened a meeting of the entire sect.
Mo Kebei's face showed a gloomy color, looking at the back of Mo Wanfeng leaving, he was silent for a long time.
When everyone dispersed, there was only one Supreme Elder left, who was the person who spoke before, and Mo Pingxi, the father of Mo Kebei.
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He looked at his son in deep thought, and wondered, "What are you still thinking?"
Mo Kebei said: "Father, the ancestor is too doting on Mo Xiaochuan.
I actually let him go for the third time, this kind of practice is really unconvincing."
Mo Pingxi said: "This is the decision of the ancestors, who dares to disobey you as the patriarch, just do things according to the law."
As long as you don't scheming, no one will say you're not. ” Mo Kebei sighed: "Having said that, what a great opportunity this is.
Mo Wanfeng almost abandoned his cultivation, and under that kind of crisis, the ancestor could still help save him.
To what extent has the ancestor cultivated himself?"
Mo Pingxi's face also showed a look of jealousy, pacing back and forth in the empty hall, and finally said: "The cultivation of the ancestor is to the sky, you don't have to guess."
Even if Mo Wanfeng's cultivation is still there, there is no threat to you.
Mo Xiaochuan's qualifications are mediocre, and it is the courage of his father back then, and there will be no day when their vein will turn over for hundreds of years, you can be a good patriarch of you.
But what I want to tell you is that power and wealth are just a passing eye, and only martial arts is the ultimate goal of my generation. ” "Yes, the child obeys his father's instruction" Mo Kebei humbly lowered his head, and the two of them disappeared into the main hall.
It was night, in the small courtyard of the Mo family.
Mo Xiaochuan knelt on the iron edge with both knees, and the hundreds of hook thorns on the iron edge were all inserted into his immature knees, and there was blood all over the ground.
Mo Wanfeng looked at the sky with an indifferent face, and there was indescribable loneliness in his eyes.
Mo Huayuan looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs, his heart trembled, grabbed Mo Wanfeng's legs, and begged: "Father, Brother Xiaochuan has been injured so badly, don't punish him anymore." ” Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away and shouted, "Go back and make trouble and kneel with you" Mo Huayuan cried and begged from afar, not daring to lean over.
Under the moonlight, Mo Xiaochuan's painful face was distorted, but he was still strong, squeezed out a smiling face, and said, "Huayuan, there is nothing for you here."
It's not the first time I've knelt on the iron edge, kneeling is very comfortable, and it's also a kind of cultivation. ” Mo Wanfeng shook his head when he heard this, raised his head and stared at the endless night, and muttered to himself: "Today is the time of Gu Yu, if you are not mistaken."
The man should have come, why is he still nowhere to be seen?
” Mo Xiaochuan's brows had already twisted into a twist in pain, and he was puzzled: "Uncle Wanfeng, what are you talking about?"
Mo Wanfeng said: "When your father was still there, he agreed with a person that when it rained in the valley this year, under the bright moon and long sky, they would gather in the city of black iron, and now the time has come, but why is there no one yet?"
Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand, pointed to a huge laurel tree in the small courtyard, and said, "Is that the person?"
Mo Wanfeng was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head to stare away, only to see the shadow on the laurel tree flickering, a white figure shuttling under the moonlight, and hearty laughter accompanied by poetry.
"Where is a wisp of heroic soul, and the harmony does not come from the old people.
The dawn breeze blows the willows and blows the waning moon, and the snow falls into a dream that year. ” The figure in white stepped on the moonlight like water and stepped out of the air.
He blended in with his surroundings, like a moon fairy in the night.
There was a look of loneliness on his face, and he sighed: "I just learned that Mo Douchen is dead today, and this trip to the Black Iron City, I didn't expect it to be in vain." ”160420oshow7: