C13 Asking for the slaughter of the fruitless villagers

Inside the room, Old Mo and the black clothed man sat facing each other. Old Mo closed his eyes and didn't speak. That black-clothed man looked at Old Mo, not saying anything. Quiet, terrifyingly quiet.

At this moment, someone had broken this short silence. Mo Jianchou came into the hall, but he was probably woken up by Elder Mo. Seeing that the living room was still lit up, he came over to ask Elder Mo if he was alright. Arriving in the hall and seeing this situation, he couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. He composed himself, went up to his father, and softly called out, "Father." Old Mo opened his eyes and saw him.

"Oh, it's alright. It's just two guests. Jianxin, go and pour two cups of tea for the two of you. After all, I've worked hard all the way here!"

"Yes, Father."

Not long later, Mo Jianchou brought two cups of tea. One was placed on the table beside Elder Mo, and the other was placed in front of the black clothed man. Old Mo raised his cup and said, "Please! The man in black waved his hand and pointed at the mask, indicating that it was not convenient. Elder Mo did not insist and continued drinking by himself. After a while, Elder Mo put down the cup in his hand. He said, "I wonder why all of you have gathered so many people and come to this humble elder's humble abode?"

When the black-clothed man heard this, and saw Elder Mo being so calm and steady like Mt. Tai, his heart couldn't help but tighten. He gestured for the people beside him to bow their heads and whisper a few words to him. The person next to him nodded, turned around, and walked out of the courtyard. Not long after, he returned to the hall and shook his head. The leader in black looked at him with an inquiring expression and blinked his eyes before nodding once again. The leader then replied, "The reason why I am here today is because I am from the martial arts world and I do not know of Old Mo's sword crafting reputation. It is rumored that Old Mo has reappeared in the martial arts world and wants to reestablish his sword forging manor. "Secondly, we have some troublesome things in our hands. I hope Elder Mo can help us."

"Oh, I wonder what it is that I need the help of an old man like me? I am already half a step into the grave, and if I am unable to do anything, I am afraid that I cannot help you all! "

It's just some trivial matters, how can I trouble Elder Mo to personally help us? We have come to borrow two items from Elder Mo, and after this is done, we will return them to Elder Mo. Moreover, we will ensure that the Mo Clan will continue to prosper for generations to come.

"Haha!" "So it's actually this small matter. Although there are some items in my house, they are not worth much copper coins. Since you all are of use, why do you all need to do this when you can take them away?"

"Old Mo, stop joking. I think that the thing we need is not in this room."

"Oh, not in my room. What does it have to do with me anywhere else?"

"I'm afraid it's in your heart!"

"In my heart, how about you come and take it from me? You can also take away my heart! "

"Old Mo!" The black clothed leader spoke heavily as though he was provoked by Elder Mo.

"Speak." What do you want? "

"The fourth sword in Elder Mo's hands and the《 Sword Casting Meridian》 that was passed down by the Mo family."

"Everyone knows about the four swords, but it still needs ten more years. As for the scriptures, how would you know about them?" Doubt arose in Elder Mo's heart.

"Oh, so there really is such a scripture!"

"That's right!" From generation to generation, my Mo Clan has passed down my sword techniques. How could my sword techniques not have inheritances? "I'm afraid that I can't lend you these two items!"

"Elder Mo is really not willing to lend it to me?" "Then I'm afraid we'll have to forcibly take it."

"So what if I want them forcefully? I've said it before, these two things only exist in my heart and not in this place. If anyone wants to, you can take my heart with you! "

"In that case, if we want to dig three feet out of this place, we have to look for him. Doesn't Elder Mo have thoughts of his beloved son and the villagers living and dying?"

"I am well aware of the purpose of your visit, and I am well aware of your origins. Although our family is important, I am well aware of the righteousness of our nation. I think my son and his neighbors in the underworld won't blame me for that. Chou'er, before I opened my sword, father felt that the amount of time I had before I opened my sword was not much, and so he quickly opened his sword, wanting to fulfill my lifetime's wish, without much preparation, and without much preparation either, and without much preparation either, and without much time, I still need you to accompany me, who is about to die, to go to the underworld to suffer, and if there comes a next life, I will be your son like a dog or a horse, and I will serve you for life, okay? "

"Father, what are you saying? Your son wishes to be with you forever!" Even if I die, I won't dare to be negligent in the slightest! "

"Good!" "As expected of the son of our Mo Clan!"

"Old Mo, you really can't agree to this matter!" The leader in black finally asked.

"No way!"

The man in black also did not reply. He stood up and said to the people beside him, "Let's do it!"

"Yes sir!"

The leader headed out of the house.

A few cold lights flashed past, and two miserable shrieks sounded from inside the room. The man in black walked out with a curved blade dripping with blood.

"Boss, it's over."

"En!"

"Let's go search! "Let's see if we can find it."

"There's no need. Elder Mo said that he's not here, that he would definitely not be here. We can look for him in the future, so there's no need to waste any time." You guys go ahead and do what you have to do. Remember, be clean and clean. Remember what you need to leave behind, that woman will definitely check. "

"Yes sir!" After he finished speaking, the man in black called over twenty other men, each of them brandishing a curved blade on their back, and rushed out of the wall, rushing towards the village. Not long after that, miserable cries could be heard everywhere, along with the wails of chickens and dogs. One by one, the unarmed villagers fell to the butcher's blade. Blood flowed all over the ground like a stream. Not long after, the night in the village returned to peace, and the twenty or so people returned to the left and right of the chief.

"Is it over?" the leader asked.

"It's over. I've confirmed that there are no more survivors. I just heard that Old Mo had two grandchildren but I couldn't find them. I'm afraid of leaving behind any future troubles."

"No worries, one of his grandchildren has already been sent to the Heaven Mountain. Many years later, things have already changed, so how could he find us?" Did you leave anything behind? "

"Yes, I will stay. Please rest assured, your servant is doing something."

"Good!" "Go and set the fire and send these people on their final journey."

"Yes, sir!" "Let's go!" The man called out to the crowd to scatter with torches in all directions.

After a while, the manor started to light up in all directions. The twenty-something people were standing by the side of the manor, looking at them coldly. As if this had nothing to do with them. The moon shone coldly on their masks. The wind had picked up, but it was just a hot wind. As they rushed towards each other, the fire suddenly grew larger. It was like a giant beast roaring towards the sky, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

"Let's go." The 20 plus people used their clothes to wipe off the blood on their sabers. After putting them away, they silently left.