C5 Father left Little Mo alone

The three Sword Immortals of Taibai were all famous figures in the martial arts world, so why would Elder Mo hand over the Tian'er to these three? How could he be confident that these three would be able to teach his grandson? So it turned out that back then, when Old Mo roamed the martial arts world, he was able to strengthen these three. During the war, both father and mother died. When he was young, he made a living from begging, was bullied often, and often fought with children from other families. Later on, he was taken by an otherworldly monk to the temple to teach him martial arts, giving him the title of "Dao Cheng". Because he was addicted to alcohol, he always had a large wine gourd straddling his waist. Every time he fought with others, he would first drink a mouthful, and people would give him a nickname, "Radix Amaryllis". The heavy sword on his back was called "Thousand Refinements", it was made for him by Old Mo when he was young. The entire sword was made of black heavy iron and weighed more than fifty kilograms, it was about eight feet long.

Holding the Thousand Refined Sword, he was drunk to the point of splitting the mountain. Mad Thunder God was shocked, screaming as he asked for the nine heavens. It was difficult for anyone who wished to contend for the strength of the spear to sigh.

Old Third was called "Flying Sword Immortal", his big name was Li Tianyi, he was good at throwing hidden weapons, but he never had any insidious tendencies, at the same time he loved treasured swords, thus he created his own flying sword technique, and earned himself the title "Flying Sword Immortal" in the martial arts world. Old Mo used the essence of heavenly meteorites to create twelve flying swords for him, each was about twelve inches long and three inches wide, and for one set, he named it "Twelve Meteor Feathers".

A white robe drifted along with the wind, drifting about for half a lifetime under the control of Misty Rain. Walk past Flying Sword Immortal, gently twirling the Meteor Feather.

Fourth Elder was a "Ghostblade", named Chou Tianren, who was born in the Heaven Seeking Villa. He did not hesitate to throw himself into the assassin's guild, risking his life to train himself, to make a breakthrough in life and death, and to seek enlightenment in the rain of blood. Finally, he had succeeded in his sword-arts, and with the help of his brothers, he had managed to behead his foes. He had taken his blood feud. Because his sword techniques were unpredictable and strange, they called him "Ghostblade" in the martial arts world. The sword was something that Elder Mo had gone to the Yin Field to obtain from the Nether Iron Stone. The sword's name was "Gui Shang".

The moon was like a hook, with a ghost walking on earth. Worry to the sky, tears water Teng Qingshan, who knows the ghost's heart.

The four of them were rolling in the red dust of the martial world. To know each other, to support each other, to become sworn brothers, to walk the world relying on the sword, to quickly avenge. Although Elder Mo's kung fu skills were not as good as the trio's, he was nimble. He had used a few tricks to save the three of them from danger, allowing them to create their own sharp blades. Thus, the relationship between the four of them was not something that could be mentioned.

The next day, Little Jingtian slept for the first time in a month. It wasn't until late in the morning that he was awoken by the strong rays of the sun. He stood up, rubbed his eyes, stretched, yawned, and went out to find his father.

"Father! "Father!" He called out loudly.

He ran into the living room and saw his Third and Fourth Grandpa sitting up straight, sipping tea.

Third Grandpa said, "Grandson, come over here. Your father and your eldest grandfather left the mountain early in the morning and went over to your grandfather's place. You can stay here from now on."

"Father!" He cried out in pain and ran outside.

"Grandson, come back!" Ghostblade stood up and tried to stop him.

"Let him go. He will come back. The Mo Clan shouldn't be so cowardly."

Mo Jingtian ran down the mountain with tears streaming down her face. She had fallen and fallen countless of times on the way, and the wounds on her body were all on her body, bleeding profusely. However, the pain in his heart had made him forget about the scars on his body. He ran down the mountain, desperate to catch up with his father. He wanted to say goodbye to him, say goodbye, and take a good look at his father.

Unknowingly, he had reached the top and bottom. However, he was already exhausted. He stopped walking and looked at the endless forest. He couldn't see his father's back. He was panicking, and his mind was in a mess. The mother took her brother away, like a dandelion seed, and was blown away by the wind. His father had also left, leaving him here alone, not even bothering to say goodbye to him. In the future, had he lost all of his ability to rely on others? But he remembered what his grandfather had said before they left. Raising his head, he looked at the blue sky and white clouds. Where was a lonely eagle soaring? He lowered his head, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes. After a while, he used his sleeve to wipe his eyes, then took a step forward and staggered up the mountain, thinking, "Grandfather, don't worry, I will make those people who hurt you pay the price of their blood."

He returned to the living room, kneeled in front of San Ye and Fourth Master, and said: "I plead with the two grandfathers to teach me martial arts." After saying that, he kowtowed, and a bloody mark appeared on his forehead.

The two old men looked at Little Jingtian's body that was filled with wounds. Unconsciously, their noses felt a burst of pain, and they almost cried. Child, hurry up and get up. "Hurry down to wash yourself, apply some medicine, and change your clothes." Ghostblade felt his heart ache as he said with tears in his eyes.

"Sigh!" The martial arts world, the old man wanted to leave his name, but the little guy also wanted to leave his name. "Perhaps, the chaos in the martial arts world started because of this." With that, the Flying Sword Immortal turned and walked into the inner room.