Merciless Sword/C12 A gang of bandits from the villa descended Mount Kong.
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C12 A gang of bandits from the villa descended Mount Kong.

After Old Mo sent off the crowd, he gathered the servants and villagers, tidied up the Sword Discourse Arena, and returned to the villa.

After returning to the manor, Elder Mo instructed the workers and villagers to prepare food and wine. Everyone began to get busy.

Not long after, a few tables were set up in the courtyard. The waiters and villagers also sat down at the table. Elder Mo had his hands behind his back as he walked to the entrance of the house. Mo Jianchou followed behind him as he held a bowl of wine in his hands.

Seeing that everyone had already sat down, Old Mo cleared his throat and said to the crowd, "My fellow neighbors, Old Mo shall pay his respects to everyone here." As he spoke, Elder Mo raised his fists and lowered his head slightly.

Upon hearing these words, the crowd subconsciously stood up and bowed to Elder Mo.

"Fellow villagers, please sit, please sit." Old Mo stretched out his hands, gesturing for everyone to sit down. Only then did everyone sit down. Old Mo continued to say, "My fellow villagers, I, Old Mo, have been under your care ever since I arrived at the Treasure Trove. This is why I have been able to find a place to settle down. Ever since you heard that I wanted to rebuild the Sword Crafting Villa, my fellow villagers put in a lot of effort and helped me build the Sword Crafting Platform. Ever since you heard that I wanted to rebuild the Sword Crafting Villa, my fellow villagers put in a lot of effort and helped me build the Sword Crafting Platform. May I ask if you can help? "

After Old Mo said this, a slightly older man walked over to Old Mo and said, "Old Mo, what are you saying? Let me say a few words to everyone. "

"Oh, so it's Village Chief Liu. The Village Chief has something to say, but it's okay to say it. "

"Fellow villagers, ever since Old Mo came to my manor, not only did he give us cast iron and steel forging techniques, but he also helped out everyone in the manor no matter who they were, regardless of which family they were from. Old Mo's benevolent heart was known to the world. Elder Mo has something to ask of us, so how can we not lend a helping hand? Furthermore, when has Elder Mo ever owed us anything? "

"That's right, that's right, the Village Head is right." The villagers started discussing below. After exchanging glances, they stood up, cupped their fists, and said to Elder Mo in unison, "We are willing to help Old Mo rebuild his villa!"

"Alright!" Elder Mo reached out to Mo Jianchou and took the wine from his hand.

"Everyone, I thank you first! "Everyone, please!" With that, Old Mo finished the wine in one gulp.

"Elder Mo, please!" The waiters and villagers also drank their wine in one gulp.

"Please enjoy your meal. I am too old to be bothered, and I have little to take care of. Please forgive me. "Jian Chou, remember to take good care of your fellow villagers."

Perhaps, Old Mo was truly a little tired these few days, so he went to his room to rest. After they finished eating and drinking, the workers and villagers all went back home.

Just then, Elder Mo woke up and called Mo Jianchou to his room.

"Chou'er, sit down."

"Yes, Father."

"Chou'er, do you know why I named you Mo Jianchou?"

"Your son doesn't know?"

"Ai!" Old Mo sighed, "Revenge ah, our Mo Clan forged swords for generations, but it was also to form enmity with the sword for generations. Daimon had not experienced the vicissitudes of life because of the sword. How many times have his killing intent almost severed the legacy of my Sword Crafting Family? This is why my ancestor gave this edict for my Sword Crafting Family to be born in the golden age. When I was young, I was friends with the three of me, so that I could fulfill my long-cherished wish. That is to reestablish my reputation as the Sword Crafting Family! Initially, I had thought that with the Swallow King's power, it was possible that some change would occur in the future.

"Then why did Father choose this time?"

"Sigh!" I'll tell you about it later. Chou'er, do you blame me? "

"Father, what do you mean?"

"I've been hiding this from you all these years, and I haven't taught you the art of forging swords."

"I don't blame you, son. There must be a reason behind why father did what he did."

"That's right!" I have already decided, from your generation onwards, my Mo Clan will no longer forge swords. You will not forge swords, and Tian'er will not forge swords either! "From now on, my Sword Crafting Family shall be extinct in the martial world."

"Father."

"No need to speak any more, this is for you, and for the Tian'er's sake. We cannot live for your generation, and even more so, cannot let the sword break our bloodline's inheritance. Our ancestors have already endured enough, I do not want you to suffer any more for my Tian'er. "Come, let's go eat and rest early after eating. You've worked hard these past few days."

"Yes, Father." With that, Mo Jianchou left.

The sky also darkened unconsciously, accompanied by the lights of the various houses in the village that were gradually dying down.

As the night deepened, it was already the second fragment of the night. The numerous stars hung in the vast night sky, forming a cold crescent moon that hung lazily in the sky. Like a sleeping beauty, she was both beautiful and aloof. The trees and grass on the mountain swayed gently in the wind. From time to time, the sound of insects could be heard from the mountain.

Above Kong Shan, the large hole was facing Leng Yue. It was like a statement, a yearning in his heart.

At this moment, more than twenty figures suddenly appeared in the large hole. They were dressed in black, with black scarves covering their heads. Their faces were covered by black ghost masks, leaving behind only a pair of eyes. Each of them carried a scimitar on their backs, and their waists were slanted through the Hundred Treasures Sack. One of them gestured, and the group of twenty or so people all sat down, surrounding him in the middle. The man lowered his voice and said, "Adouqin, are you sure that Radix Amaryllis has left?"

"Leader, I'm sure. I saw Elder Mo send him away with my own eyes, and I even followed him out for a while." One of them answered.

"Haven't been discovered?"

"Nope."

"Good!" Everyone, it seems like it is already late tonight. It is time to act. Remember, everyone must be careful and not disturb the villagers.

After saying that, the man stood up along with the others, tightening the black scarves on his head and the ghost mask on his body, he neatly cleaned himself up and came to the edge of the hole, spreading his arms, stepping on the ground, he directly jumped down from the mountain, with a few leaps, he arrived at the foot of the mountain, the people behind him all followed closely, when they reached the foot of the mountain, they took out the curved blades on their backs, and with a cold light, they reflected the moonlight on the ghost mask, making them look even more sinister. The group of people lowered their bodies and took small steps. Under one person's lead, they quickly ran towards the old Mo family.

At this moment, there was not a single light in the village. The villagers, who had been busy all day, had long fallen deeply into sleep. How could he know the hidden murderous intent in this silent night?

With the habit of waking up in the night, he lit a candle and went to the courtyard. Taking advantage of the moonlight, he let out a soft sigh and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. Then, he returned to his room and lit the candle in the living room. He turned around and walked into the courtyard. Turning to the door, he said, "Everyone, please enter." I don't think this low wall is enough to stop you. "

Not long after speaking, the twenty-something black robed cultivators leapt over the wall and entered. Old Mo spoke to the crowd, "Let the leader in the lead come in and speak." Elder Mo turned around and returned to his room, sitting calmly on a chair.

When the leader saw this, he withdrew his scimitar. The person beside him couldn't help but want to remind him of this. He whispered, "Leader!"

"No worries, just follow me in."

With that, the two of them entered the room.

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