Full Comprehension Level: Sixty Years Of Sword Pavilion

After a while, news spread in the lobby.

The ancestors and friends of the Mo family came to visit, and the shot was a gift of top-grade Spirit Stones.

Hearing a piece of top-grade Spirit Stones, many people showed envious expressions on their faces.

Sect Cultivation practitioners have Sect offerings, Cultivation Base goes to high depths, and there is no need to worry about Spirit Stones resources.

For family cultivators and those Rogue Cultivators who are not qualified enough, the path of cultivation is much more difficult.

A piece of Spirit Stones, a Rogue Cultivators of the Fourth Stage, can use the first half of the year.

Top-grade Spirit Stones, such treasures, may not have a piece in the entire Aoki Town.

Mo Yuan and Han Muye, who went by the alias Wanjian Patriarch, were invited to the front seat.

The masters of the Mo family were all sitting around.

The Patriarch of the Mo Family, Mo Yunteng, is a master of Qi Condensation Third Stage, and at this time, he is also carefully sitting in the offset position.

He saw that the ancestor of Wanjian Cultivation Base seemed to have only the peak of Peiyuan, and his disciples had not even reached the Third Stage of Peiyuan.

But think that's impossible.

A strong person who can easily take out top-grade Spirit Stones must be a Cultivation Base that is extremely profound and revealed, just to not shock the world.

Perhaps, the ancestor of Wanjian is already a Foundation Establishment, or even a situation?

If you can make friends with such a strong person, the Mo family will soar into the sky, no problem!

His heart was hot, Mo Yunteng and the Mo family were even more eager, and surrounded Mo Yuan to chat, so enthusiastic.

Mo Yuan just asked a few words casually, and Mo Yunteng and the others introduced the rise of their own family, the strong people in the family and other details.

Mo Yuan asked a few words from time to time, always pointing at the key points, which made the Mo family sigh, this is really a senior, and he sees so thoroughly.

There are some things in practice, stories in the practice world, and Mo Yuan casually mentioned a few words, which made everyone feel that they benefited a lot.

"My master travels around the world, and now he also intends to retreat. The scenery in Qingmu Town is quite good."

Han Muye, who was sitting next to him, spoke intentionally or unintentionally.

Retreat!

Mo Yunteng's face showed joy, and he hurriedly bowed: "Ancestor, my Mo family can be called the first family in Cyanwood Town. If my ancestor lived in seclusion in Cyanwood Town, I could take care of it properly."

Han Muye turned to look at Mo Yuan.

This is what they negotiated before.

The Mo family wants to pull Mo Yuan's tiger skin. If he returns as Mo Yuan and let people know that Mo Yuan is just a dying old man who has not stepped into Qi Condensation, he will probably pierce the tiger skin of the Mo family and make the Mo family's momentum decline.

It would be better to return under a pseudonym, be a guest minister, and leave the rest of the time in the Mo family.

Anyway, in two hundred years, no one knew him.

Hearing Mo Yunteng's words, Mo Yuan didn't nod his head directly, but just smiled and said lightly, "Let's talk about it, it depends on fate."

The more he is like this, the more eager Mo Yunteng and the people behind him are.

Maybe with a little more sincerity in the Mo family, they could impress this strong man and be willing to stay in the Mo family?

Mo Yunteng was just about to add some chips when there was a noise from the door.

The newcomer of the Sun family has arrived.

"Hehe, hurry up and pick me up, don't worry about me." Mo Yuan smiled and waved his hand.

"It's so lively that festive things are going to be done, and I like it when I look at it."

Hearing Mo Yuan's words, Mo Yunteng's eyes lit up.

Older people are like this, they like to watch the younger generation lively and prosperous.

This old ancestor really regarded the Mo family as affectionate, so he would say this.

As long as this marriage is done beautifully, maybe Patriarch Wan Jian can move his mind to stay in the Mo family.

"What senior said was that Junior would go to pick up the relatives first."

Mo Yunteng bowed to Mo Yuan and led the Mo family away.

All the guests in the lobby followed suit.

"Hey, I'm also happy that the Mo family can be so prosperous." In the empty hall, Mo Yuan turned his head to look at the corridor with the red silk hanging on it, and the words of "happy" hanging high, and said in a low voice.

"Pass down Wanjian Guizong and go back to my hometown to see, two things, my wish has been fulfilled."

"And, both of those things exceeded my expectations."

"Muye, you are definitely a prodigy of swordsmanship. With Wanjian Guizong in your hands, you will surely be able to carry it forward."

"The Mo family is so prosperous, and I will try to train a few younger generations. In this life, I will have no regrets."

With that said, Mo Yuan untied the long sword hanging from his waist and placed it on the table.

"Muye, let you pretend to be my disciple, the saber I carry is my reward for you."

"Also, take this Medicine Pill."

The jade bottle containing the Medicine Pill that adds one year of lifespan was also placed on the table.

"Senior, these are all useful things for you." Han Muye shook his head and whispered.

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "I can see through what is useful or useless, but you still can't see through?"

Han Muye still wanted to speak, but Mo Yuan said solemnly, "Hurry up and don't let outsiders see it."

At the door, the noise was approaching. Han Muye nodded, stretched out his hand to collect the jade bottle, then held the long sword with both hands, and pressed his palm on the hilt.

"Om-"

With a light sound that only he could hear, the long sword that had resisted him vibrated softly.

Pictures flashed in Han Muye's mind.

A hard-working forge.

The young man danced his sword in anger.

Hundreds of swordsmanship practices.

He vowed to create the rhetoric of a sword that lifts the sky.

After two hundred years, Sword Qi was condensed, but he was unable to make an envoy.

Han Muye felt that in the long sword, there was a thick Sword Qi that was about to condense into a Sword intent.

This Sword Qi was cultivated by Mo Yuan with all his life.

But this Sword Qi, Mo Yuan was unable to make an envoy because of his old age and frailty.

Han Muye's palm released the hilt lightly.

He has learned nearly a hundred kinds of swordsmanship from this long sword named Qingming.

But he couldn't bear to take Sword Qi from the sword.

This Sword Qi is the life of Mo Yuan.

If you take this Sword Qi, this sword will cut off contact with Mo Yuan.

There was a lot of jubilation in the lobby, Mo Yuan sat there, watching with a smile, and he did not refuse to come to toast.

Especially the pair of newlyweds in red came forward to kneel and salute, Mo Yuan smiled and stepped forward to help.

"Grandpa, I don't have anything to give."

"In this way, in a few days, come here, and I will teach you a few swordsmanship skills that you can handle." Mo Yuan's face was full of smiles as he stroked his long beard.

His words surprised the Mo family.

Obviously, the old man is willing to stay, even temporarily.

"Thank you grandfather too soon." Mo Yunteng hurriedly drank, and asked his son and daughter-in-law to kowtow to Mo Yuan.

Not far away, several of the guests who sent their relatives watched this scene with cold eyes.

"Senior Brother Jiang Heng, what is the origin of this Wanjian ancestor?" A middle-aged man covered in red cedar and lined with thin armor asked in a deep voice.

The short-bearded middle-aged man named Jiang Heng had a gleam of light in his eyes.

"The footsteps are vain, the eyes are cloudy, it is clearly the end of life."

"There is a little Sword Qi on the body, but the Spiritual Qi is mixed, and the Cultivation Base has the most Qi Condensation and the third Fourth Stage."

"According to the plan, this old man is nothing to worry about."

Hearing his words, the others looked at each other and nodded.

"Snapped--"

A porcelain bowl fell to the ground, with a sharp sound in the jubilant atmosphere, like scissors that cut through brocade.

"What kind of shit is this, the Mo family looks down on my Sun family too much!"

A young man who was eight feet tall stood up staggeringly and pointed to the newlyweds.

"Mo Yucheng, is this how your Mo family treats guests?"

In the lobby, it was silent for a while.

Ancestor Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Mo Yunteng groaned in his heart, and hurriedly took a step forward.

"It's my Mo family who neglected, hurry up, send ten altars of Luoxue Brew."

Luoxue Brewing is a well-known wine with a hint of Spiritual Qi in it, and a jar needs a piece of Spirit Stones.

Mo Yunteng felt distressed when he treated guests with such good wine.

But at this time, what he has to do is to make the scene jubilant and lively, and there must be no twists and turns.

"Don't send any Luoxue Brew."

The young man who made a sound looked at Mo Yunteng with suppressed anger in his eyes.

"I heard someone say just now that the Mo family is the first family in Qingmu Town, and my grandson family is just an ordinary family in Yanggu County. To be able to marry your family is my grandson's family."

The young man took a step forward, and the long sword "Cangji" wrapped in red silk around his waist was unsheathed.

"Let me see how talented you, the younger generation of the Mo family, are."

Draw your sword!

So overjoyed that Qing Han Sword Ray appeared, and all the Mo family members were stunned.

In the lobby, all those guests quietly moved back.

No one is a fool.

Among the people the Sun family sent to relatives, no one has made a sound so far, which is clearly to provoke trouble.

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