Ancient One

Mo Zhenbei sneered and laughed: "I said that Mo Xiaochuan was guilty of arbitrarily forbidding the land. When you abolished the practice, you will be prepared to evict the Wanfeng family."

Mo Wanfeng finally moved, his face was full of grief, and he said: "If you were not a big brother in the morning, Wan Feng had already died. I have lived for so many years, and now this life can be returned to his son. "I am contented." He went deep into the seat and bowed down. He said: "I hope that the ancestors and the six elders of the elders can make a great contribution to the family in the morning, and the contribution of Wanfeng in these years has been able to fulfill. ”

He slammed his head down and did not use the slightest breath. The sound of "砰" sounded, and the green hill rock in front of the temple immediately collapsed, and the blood flowed down, and a mournful meaning spread on the main hall.

Everyone is moving, revealing the color of compassion.

The six elders in the upper house also had long eyebrows and wrinkled, revealing their thoughts. Only the ancestors on the middle throne are still closed, and the shadows are constantly shaking in the light.

Mo Zhenbei shot a fierce man in the pupil and said: "Mo Wanfeng, the largest family rule on the court, you are a big elder in the family. You actually want to disturb the punishment and execute it. It is a foul and is severely punished." He pointed to Mo Xiaochuan on the ground and said coldly: "If he is the son of Mo Douchen, and then forgive again and again, then this family rule keeps his father's contribution to the family. I don't deny it. , but has forgiven him twice, already offsetting the net."

When he drank this big, he immediately dispelled the sadness of the temple and turned it into a fierce awe.

Everyone also silently nodded and strongly agreed with Mo Zhenbei. If you want to serve people, you must severely punish Mo Xiaochuan for not lending.

Mo Wanfeng raised his head violently, his face covered with blood, and whispered: "Mo Zhenbei, don't think that I don't know your abacus. It's not the contribution of Dou Chuan, but I don't know. Wan Feng’s body was repaired as "he slammed his luck on both palms. The golden nine-day empire shot out, and he was going to take it on Dantian.

Mo Wanfeng wants to come first and be strong, and he will be abolished by his own Emperor Wu, and won the sympathy of several elders and the people, thus letting Mo Xiaochuan.

Everyone was shocked. I couldn’t think of Mo Wanfeng’s being so staunch, and he said that he had no choice but to be attached to his life. It can be seen that his intention to maintain Mo Xiaochuan has reached its peak.

"Uncle Wanfeng, don't"

Mo Xiaochuan, who was dying on the ground, did not know where it came from, and screamed miserably. Tears mixed with this blood flow into the mouth, can not tell whether it is bitter or embarrassing. The body that had been injured before could not be moved, but it was forcibly supported. The five fingers were embedded in the bluestone ground and grabbed the finger marks.

The six elders who sat on the top were all shocked. No one expected that Mo Wanfeng was so crisp, and it was too late to get a shot.

The ancestors above the throne slammed open their eyes at this moment, and the illusory body seemed to be more solid, and a strange power emerged on him, staring at Mo Wanfeng's palm print. The golden empire that was about to be photographed on his own dantian suddenly overflowed from the palm of his hand, and it turned into a blue smoke.

"Snapped"

Only heard a little shallow, Mo Wanfeng's palm fell down, shot on Dantian, immediately shocked a large mouth of blood. Only the emperor had dispersed, and did not break Dan Tian, ​​but was seriously injured.

"grandfather"

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly looked at the throne and got a illusory figure.

Mo Yan's eyes passed a trace of disappointment, but the old master shot, even the six elders of the elders did not dare to violate the rules, have been waiting for the purpose.

The eyes of the old ancestors fell on Mo Xiaochuan. After a move, the figure seemed to be getting lighter. The voice came from the infinite gloom. It was faint: "Is this the son of Dou Chen?"

"Yes, grandfather. He is Mo Xiaochuan, the only biological son of Dou Bing's brother."

Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged the injured body and squatted on the ground and said: "After the fall of the morning brother, Ogawa has been raising me. Wanfeng is not effective in discipline, and is willing to take the responsibility."

The voice of the ancestors did not bring any emotions, but it was still faint and faint. "There is a god-like vision in the morning, and the talent is amazing. It is the most promising person in my family who has been attacking the martial arts for thousands of years. I can’t think of it. I fell down early, and I also have certain responsibilities in this matter. But his son..." The old man raised his eyelids and looked at Mo Xiaochuan and sighed: "The tiger father dog, a very mediocre talent, At the age of eight, I only cultivated to the Three Great Warriors, and I didn’t even have the qualification to enter the Mojia Elite Club. Wan Feng, you are really foolish in order to abandon your life for such a dog."

Mo Wanfeng’s grief and firmness said: “When the old ancestors were old, if the morning brother didn’t save me, Wanfeng had already died in that big battle. Xiaochuan I have always regarded myself as a child, and I don’t teach my father, the responsibility is all I naturally have to be punished for my son."

Mo Xiaochuan’s ten fingers have been inserted into the earth, screaming at the thin and thin body, crying: "Uncle Wan Feng, I am useless, it is not your business. Several elders and grandfathers are going to punish me." It has nothing to do with Uncle Wanfeng."

In the upper left corner, an elder of the elders suddenly said coldly: "Hey, if Wanfeng has been protecting you three times and five times, you have already violated the rules and rules and been driven out of the wall. It is really a shame for your father."

The sneer of vicious words is like a knife, and the heart of an eight-year-old boy is split. Mo Xiaochuan’s painful bite is broken, and even the shackles can’t be sent out.

Zu Lao sighed and said: "This is the last time. After this time, there are fouls and dispositions, no need to alarm me."

"Follow the law"

Everyone stood up, and the illusion of the old man closed his eyes again and gradually disappeared into the throne.

Mo Wanfeng was strong in the injured body and stepped forward to help Mo Xiaochuan. Mo Wanfeng ran out of another child behind him, afraid to look at the blood on Mo Xiaochuan's body, clenched his fist and said: "Ogawa brother, I must become a major refiner in the future. If you are beaten by others later, I can Healed for you."

Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head, but the injury on his body was heavy, but it was not as painful as the knife in his heart.

"Huayuan, let's go."

Mo Wanfeng picked up Mo Xiaochuan and left the criminal hall.

There was noisy discussion behind him, and Mo’s people left. If Mo Xiaochuan’s status is special, he will not be called to a meeting of the whole people.

Mo Yanbei's face showed a haze of color, watching the back of Mo Wanfeng's departure, for a long time no words.

When the crowds are exhausted, there is only one elder who is too elder. It is the person who spoke before, and Mo Pingxi, the father of Mo Zhenbei. He looked at his son's meditation and wondered: "What are you thinking about?"

Mo Zhenbei Road: "Father, the old man is too much love for Mo Xiaochuan. Even the third time he let him go, this is really hard to convince."

Mo Ping West Road: "This is the decision of the old ancestors. Who dares not to accept it? You are a patriarch and you can do things according to the law. As long as you are not motivated, no one will say that you are not."

Mo Zhenbei sighed: "That is the case, but this is a good opportunity. Mo Wanfeng almost died from the repair. In that kind of crisis, the ancestors could still help to save. What is the extent of it?"

Mo Pingxi’s face also showed a taboo color. He walked back and forth on the empty hall and finally said: “The old man’s cultivation is heaven, and you should not guess. Even if Mo Wanfeng is still there, you are There is no threat. Mo Xiaochuan’s qualifications are mediocre, and the burden is the father’s courage. They have no turning back in the past few hundred years. You can safely do your patriarch. But what I want to tell you is The power of wealth is too much, but the martial arts are the ultimate destination for the people of my generation."

"Yes, the child must follow the father's teachings."

Mo Zhenbei modestly bowed his head and the two disappeared into the hall.

It is night, within the Mojia small courtyard.

Mo Xiaochuan knees on the iron ribs, and hundreds of hooks on the iron ribs are all inserted into his tender knees, one place is blood.

Mo Wanfeng looked indifferently and looked at the sky in the sky, the loneliness that could not be said in the blind.

Mo Huayuan looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs and his heart trembled. He grabbed Mo Wanfeng's leg and pleaded: "My father, Xiaochuan brother has been so hurt, you should not punish him."

Mo Wanfeng kicked off his son and said, "Go back and go and make trouble with you."

Mo Huayuan cried and pleaded far and could not rely on it.

Under the moonlight, Mo Xiaochuan's painful face was distorted, still strong and strong, and squeezed a smiley face, said: "Huayuan, there is nothing wrong with you here. I am not the first time, I am not the first time, It’s very comfortable, it’s also a cultivation.”

Mo Wanfeng shook his head and looked up at the endless night, muttering to himself: "Today is the time of Gu Yu, if it is not wrong~www.readwn.com~ That person should come, why is it not seen? Figure."

Mo Xiaochuan’s brow has long been twisted into a twist, and he said: “Uncle Wanfeng, what do you say?”

Mo Wanfeng said: "When you were still there, you agreed with one person this year when the rain was raining, under the sky, gathering together and the city of Black Iron, now the hour has arrived, but why not see the figure?"

Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand and pointed to a huge laurel tree in the small courtyard. He said, "Is that the person?"

Mo Wanfeng was shocked and suddenly looked up and smothered. Only the shadow of the laurel tree flashed, and a white figure slid under the moonlight. The laughter was accompanied by poetry.

"Where is the soul of the hero, the voice is not seen. The Xiaofeng 拂 Liu Blowing the moon, that year, the snow is in the dream

The white figure stepped on the moonlight of the water, and volleyed out. He is immersed in the surrounding environment, like the moon's fairy in the night, down the money.

His face was a touch of desolate color, and he sighed: "I just knew that Mo Douchen is dead today. This black iron city can't think of it as white." (m)