C1 At the bottom of the mountain, the Mo Clan wanted to shake the Heavens
Ming, Hongwu 31 years, in May, Ming emperor Zhu Yuanzhang died, before the secret life of the Prince Consort Ma Meiyin assistant to the new Emperor. In the same month, the Emperor Taisun, Zhu Yunliang, set the next year as the first year of Jianwen, known as the Ming Huidi.
Mount Kong, located in the northwest of Baoding Prefecture in the province of Qi, a small ordinary mountain peak, because the peak of the mountain, one big two small three holes across the north and south sky, named Mount Kong.
South of the Kong Mountain was a village, and because most of the villages had the surname Liu, they obtained the name Liu Jiazhuang. Although the villagers' lives were not very rich, but a generation of wise men like Zhu Yuanzhang was like a pillar of heaven and earth, encouraging and governing the world. The world was peaceful, and the villagers were diligent in their work, living a full life of luxury.
There was a big family in the village, unlike the other villagers, it was the Mo Clan. The Mo Clan lived by blacksmithing and operated a blacksmithing workshop. They supported dozens of workers, and most of them were from the village. The workshop usually mainly built some civilian iron tools, hoes, ploughs, hooves and so on. Because of its high quality and durability, it enjoys great reputation in the Wu Li and Wu Wu Wu Counties, and its business is naturally flourishing.
But, the Mo Clan was not Liu Jiazhuang's local clan, but a foreign place.
Mo Clan's old patriarch Mo Wen Tang was the first person to take root here.
When he was visiting friends, for some reason, after falling for this place, he spent a large amount of money to buy a few acres of fertile land and build a manor, which landed in Liu Jiazhuang's territory. Not long after, Old Madam Mo gave birth to a son for him, named Mo Jianchou, and at the same time started the Mo family's Iron Equipment Workshop.
He had two sons, his eldest son was eight years old this year, and the old master named him Mo Jingtian, the second son was three years old, and was named Mo Jingtao. His two sons were unusually handsome and had extremely good innate abilities. The Old Master then asked the Martial Master to teach his eldest son some of the basics of Body Tempering Cultivation, and the whole family would enjoy the bliss.
When the villagers asked him what he wanted, he would sometimes smile without replying, sometimes he would shake his head and sigh, and sometimes the old master would say, "Let's go walk around a corner of the mountain, and sometimes he would say he wanted to see what treasure was on the mountain." Over time, the village name got used to it.
At the beginning of the first year of the Jian Dynasty, Emperor Zhu Yunlian ordered the chopping down of the feudal fiefdom in order to consolidate the imperial power and to listen to the advice of Huang Zicheng, a Taoist monk. One after another, they deposed King Zhou, King Xiang, King Qi, King Dai and King Min. However, the northern Swallow King Zhu Di was the oldest, had the most military merits, had the strongest military might, and carried himself with the troops.
Within the Mo Clan, the Mo Clan Patriarch, Mo Wen Tang, was sitting on an armchair, sipping his tea and sighing from time to time.
Outside in the yard, the family was playing with the two children.
Maybe he was tired, his eldest son Mo Jingtian ran into the room, holding a pair of scissors in his hands, "Grandfather, shouldn't your beard be shaved again, let me help you!"
As he spoke, he was about to cut off the old master's long beard.
"Ai!" The old patriarch sighed and could not help but sigh, "It's easy to grow old after wasting so much time."
Finished speaking, she walked into the inner room and took out an old and yellowed book, "Xing Fan Zheng, Jin Xi Mei, Kung Fu Cai, Huo Qi De, and Mo Xie. "However, if you do not peel off, you cannot break the rope; if you strip off, you can do so; if you do so, you can kill a cow and a horse." It was unknown what the old master was reading.
"Father, are you thinking about this again?" Just then, Mo Jianchou walked into the house.
"I'm old. Your child is about to grow up. I've done this for most of my life, so how could I not want to!"
"But father, although the world is at peace now, a new emperor ascended to the throne. Political measures could also win the hearts of the people, but the northern Swallow King had been holding onto their own and coveting the throne for a long time. "I'm afraid?"
"I think that it should be fine. Although the northern Swallow King is powerful, but don't forget, two-thirds of our troops are in the hands of the Jianwen Emperor, and the south is the center of our economy. The old master replied.
"But …"
"No buts, I've made up my mind. Go and prepare." The old patriarch said firmly.
"Yes, Father." Mo Jianchou left the room.
Mo Jianchou sighed as he walked.
"Will I consign my Mo Clan to eternal damnation?" Elder Mo calculated in his heart.
"Jian Chou, come back!"
"Yes, father" Mo Jianchou was slightly happy.
"Father, could it be that you've changed your mind?"
"Fei, tomorrow you can let Ronghua take Tao'er to her hometown in Sichuan. "Tomorrow morning, we will leave secretly. If anyone asks you, you don't need to answer. I don't know why, but if something happens, you should save a bloodline for my Mo Clan." Mo Wen Tang said.
"This, father."
Take that thing and Tian'er to the Heavenly Mountain, and also invite your uncle over. If there's anything else, you have to make the Tian'er remember who your enemy is. Tomorrow, tell your wife to teach Tao Er, when she grows up, not to train in martial arts and become an ordinary person. Two months should be enough time for you to go back and forth.
"Yes, Father." Mo Jianchou left the room.
The night quietly followed the flow of time as they slowly walked past this small village. The happy people did not welcome the morning sunlight. Instead, the sky was gray, as if obscured by a pale black curtain. However, this did not affect the child's mood.
Mo Jingtian woke up early in the morning and went to play with Yue Yang on the Western Mountain. It was already spring in March, and the grass on the ground had turned green, like a group of little girls in long green skirts dancing with the wind.
The sky became darker and darker. Unknowingly, it started to drizzle. Tiny crystal clear droplets of water began to streak across the sky. The youth's temperament unconsciously became aware of the passage of time because he was hungry. It was noon, he knew, and time to go home.
Mo Jingtian dragged his tired and hungry body back home. His clothes had long since been drenched by Xiao Yu's slaps.
"Mom, I'm back. I'm hungry. Is the food ready?" He was shouting in the yard before he even entered. But today, he didn't hear his mother urging him on, so he also felt something was not right. Because he usually came home late, his mother would wait for him at the entrance of the hall and scold him. Especially when she saw his appearance, she didn't know how to scold him. However, he didn't see his mother.
"Eh, what is mother doing? Is it too late to eat? I'm starving to death. " While thinking about this, he walked into the living room.
Mo Jingtian walked into the living room and saw his grandfather sitting upright on an armchair, smoking a pipe and spitting out smoke rings after rings of smoke. He was frowning deeply, the wrinkles formed from the erosion of time on his face seemed to have grown deeper. His father, Mo Jianchou, was standing respectfully behind him. The corners of his eyes were red, as if he was crying.
"He felt that the surrounding air was very oppressive, and felt that he was about to suffocate." Grandfather, please forgive me for being late. " He was very smart. At such a young age, he had already learned how to judge the situation and had become very respectful.
"He's back. Jian Chou, take Tian'er and change his clothes," For some reason, the patriarch's voice became hoarse, "Change your clothes and bring him to the living room."
"Yes, father."
With that, Mo Jianchou led Little Jingtian to the inner room and helped him change his dry clothes.
"Father, where did mother go? It's so late already, why haven't we prepared any food? Did she take my brother out to play early in the morning? She can't come back due to the rain." Mo Jingtian asked suspiciously.
"Ai, when we get to the living room, your grandfather will tell you what happened. Let's go."
