C82 When the envoy left home, he became aware of his enemies' absence

Just as Mo Jingtian and Cheng Runyue left, an old lady stood beside Tang Yun and Zhou Haiyue, and coughed lightly, and the two of them opened their eyes and looked at her.

When Zhou Haiyue saw this person, she anxiously pushed Tang Yun to the side and said: "Foster mother, I."

The old lady crossed her arms behind her back and frowned. "You can go now!" "You can go with him!"

After Zhou Haiyue heard this, tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to take a step forward, but the old lady turned around and said: "Let's go! "If she's gone, then she's not coming back."

Qianyin caused Zhou Haiyue's tears to fall as she slowly kneeled on the ground. When the old woman disappeared into the forest, she lowered her head and sobbed softly.

Seeing her cry for a while, Tang Yun then walked over to her and supported her up. He used his hands to gently wipe the tears off her face and gently said: "Yue'er, let's go!" Zhou Haiyue nodded, then led Zhou Haiyue and left the Brightmoon Restaurant.

Mo Jingtian and Cheng Runyue walked together, seeing her frown and lowering his head, as though he had something on his mind, he suddenly jumped in front of her and said: "Big sister!" "What are you thinking!"

Cheng Runyue then said: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm afraid that Second Sis is about to leave."

Mo Jingtian had some doubts in his heart, but seeing that Cheng Runyue was preoccupied with such a matter, he did not ask him about it.

After Cheng Runyue sent Mo Jingtian to the Brightmoon Restaurant, she told Mo Jingtian to return, and she went upstairs.

Mo Jingtian returned to the courtyard where he lived with Yang Jing. Seeing that Yang Jing had for some reason started practicing his sword skills in the courtyard, he wanted to spar with him, but felt a slight cold Qi in his body. He did not think much of it, and after greeting Yang Jing, he returned to his room and sat on his bed, circulating the Four Seas Primordial Yang Technique to remove the cold Qi in his body and recover.

At noon, a young disciple of the Brightmoon Restaurant brought over the dishes and wine. Needless to say, in the blink of an eye, the sky had turned dark.

When Mo Jingtian arrived at the courtyard, he could not help but feel anxious secretly. Just as he was panicking, he saw that Cheng Runyue had arrived.

"Follow me!" Cheng Runyue said.

Mo Jingtian was naturally overjoyed, and followed Cheng Runyue, while Yang Jing stayed behind to wait.

With Cheng Runyue in front and Mo Jingtian behind, the two of them headed towards the Brightmoon Restaurant. Not long after, the two of them arrived at the building, but the various people had all left, leaving the Brightmoon Restaurant people to busy themselves.

Cheng Runyue brought Mo Jingtian upstairs, and before long, they arrived at the small pavilion on the fifth floor of Brightmoon Restaurant, only to see two people sitting on chairs, waiting there.

Mo Jingtian looked towards the two of them and noticed that one of them was the old lady he saw when he first arrived in Brightmoon Restaurant, dressed in purple. The other was a middle-aged woman of about thirty years of age.

Cheng Runyue saw that the two of them were hurriedly bowing and said: "Greetings, mother and elder sister. "This is Old Mo's grandson, Mo Jingtian." She pointed to Mo Jingtian and and asked.

After Mo Jingtian heard these words, he naturally guessed their identities. He immediately bowed and said: "Grandson greets Grandma and Big Sis."

"Take a seat." The old woman said.

Only then did the two of them sit down.

"Do you know who I am?" The old lady asked Mo Jingtian.

Mo Jingtian anxiously stood up and replied: "Reporting to grandmother, grandson guesses, you old man are the Tower Lord of Brightmoon Restaurant, all the martial artists call you 'Tian Zhi Nü' back then, I wonder if grandson's guesses were correct?"

The old lady smiled, and said: "You are right, but you guessed wrongly one thing. Now, I am no longer the lord of the Brightmoon Restaurant, and the things inside are already under the control of my eldest daughter."

Just as the old woman Yang Dongliu finished speaking, the purple-clothed woman stood up hastily and said, "Grand Moon Messenger Feng Mingyue greets Young Hero Mo."

Mo Jingtian quickly returned the greeting, then immediately turned to the old lady and asked: "Grandmother, my family and the villagers were all killed by them, could Grandmother tell me!"

Yang Dongliu sighed, then said: "Back then, when I found out that your entire family was killed, I was heartbroken, and handed the matters of the house over to my eldest daughter, the first thing I told her was to investigate who was in charge of it, and that was why I ordered the people of the house to look around the destroyed village, to see if there were any clues left behind by the thief, but I only found one thing, the permit to look for the person behind the scenes, if it really was him, and it would be hard to deal with him now?"

"Who is it?!" "I hope that Grandmother will tell me that you have a deep grudge against me. No matter who it is, I will take his head as well." Mo Jingtian clenched his fists tightly, as though he was going to dig his fingers into the meat.

After Yang Dongliu heard this, he looked towards Feng Mingyue.

Only then did Feng Mingyue take out an item from sher chest pocket, and said: "Young Hero, please take a look." Following which, he handed it over to Mo Jingtian.

Mo Jingtian was shocked when he stretched out his hand to receive it. What he saw was a silver token. On the token, there was a carving of a four clawed dragon with a seal written in the middle. In the past, when he thought about it, only the people from the Swallow King Palace in the north could have such a thing. In other words, if the person who did this was really from the Swallow King, then his greatest enemy would be the Swallow King from back then, the current Emperor Yongle.

When Mo Jingtian held it, he could not help but look at Yang Dongliu and nodded.

Mo Jingtian stared at the order badge, he froze on the spot.

"Tian'er." Yang Dongliu called out. Do you still want revenge? "

Mo Jingtian thought about it and made a decision. If my enemy really is him, I will kill him even if it means death! Revenge for my family, for the name of Liu Jiazhuang's dead village! But, Grandmother, I have a question in my mind. "

"Tell me about it." Yang Dongliu said.

"According to my grandson's knowledge, after my grandfather opened the sword, he gave it to the people of the imperial court for safekeeping. However, after that, for some reason, it ended up in the hands of the Swallow King. Mo Jingtian said.

Yang Dongliu thought for a while, then said: "Let me ask you, other than the cold sword in your hand, does your grandfather have any other remnants for you?"

"I do," Mo Jingtian said as he untied the flying sword's pouch from his waist: "There are also these seven flying swords, one of them was given to my brother."

"Is there nothing else?" Yang Dongliu said.

Mo Jingtian thought for a while, then replied: "No."

"That's weird." Yang Dongliu said. As far as I know, your grandfather had a book in his possession called "Sword Casting Meridian", which was passed down from your ancestors. It contains the experiences of generations of your ancestors who forged swords, don't tell me that he didn't leave it for you? "

After Mo Jingtian heard this, he came to a realisation. The two evil people he had met the other day must have wanted the < Sword Casting Meridian s > without a doubt. However, his grandfather did not stay for him, so when he thought about what his grandfather had said in the letter, he understood.

He then replied, "In reply to Grandmother's words, Grandpa did not leave anything behind. After he opened his sword, he asked my grandpa to bring a letter for me, in which Grandpa told me that the Mo Clan would no longer forge swords, and that the Sword Crafting Villa would forever be extinct in this world. That book must have been destroyed by my grandfather. "

"That's it, sigh! An old man would be able to comprehend this truth. What was the point of comprehending it? In the end, wasn't he still turning into a handful of ashes? He put it down, and I don't know when I can put it down. In this martial arts world, even though the Brightmoon Restaurant looks bright, there are countless people looking after it, and even now, I still can't put it down. This was left to me by my father. How many years has it been? Yang Dongliu's old face was covered in tears, upon seeing this, Feng Mingyue and Cheng Runyue quickly consoled him.

"Grandma, your grandson has a request!" I hope that Grandmother will agree to it! " After Mo Jingtian finished speaking, he knelt down on the ground.