Mo Kebei sneered and said: "That's right! Mo Xiaochuan's crime of trespassing on the forbidden area should be abolished and expelled from the gate! Wanfeng clan, are you ready?"
Mo Wanfeng was finally moved, with deep sorrow on his face, and said sadly: "If it wasn't for Big Brother Douchen, Wan Feng would have died long ago. After living for so many years, now that this life can be returned to his son, it is only a matter of time." I am satisfied!" He bowed deeply to the seat above, and said in a loud voice: "I hope that the ancestors and the six elders can think of Brother Douchen's great contribution to the family and Wan Feng's silent contribution over the years. Complete!"
He slammed his head down without using any vitality, and with a loud "Bang!", the green rock in front of the hall immediately shattered, and the blood flowed in all directions, and a sense of sadness spread in the hall.
Everyone was moved, showing compassion.
The six Supreme Elders in the seat also frowned, showing a thoughtful expression. Only the ancestor on the throne in the middle still had his eyes slightly closed, and his phantom kept shaking in the light.
Mo Kebei shot a stern light from his pupils, and shouted: "Mo Wanfeng, the clan rules are the biggest in the punishment hall! As the great elder of the clan, you violated the law with your own body and tried to interfere with the execution of the punishment. It is a foul in itself and should be severely punished! He pointed at Mo Xiaochuan on the ground, and shouted coldly: "If he is forgiven again and again because he is Mo Douchen's son, then what is the use of keeping this family rule! I don't deny it, but I have forgiven him twice, and it has already been canceled out!"
He shouted loudly, and immediately dispelled the sense of desolation in the hall, turning it into a fierce awe.
Everyone also nodded silently, agreeing with Mo Kebei's words very much. If you want to convince others, you must punish Mo Xiaochuan severely.
Mo Wanfeng raised his head abruptly, his face was covered with blood, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Kebei, don't think I don't know your plan! It's not Brother Douchen who made the contribution to Xiaochuan this time, but me. Mo Wanfeng's cultivation!" He slammed his palms together, and the golden Nine Heavens Emperor Qi suddenly shot out, about to hit his dantian!
Mo Wanfeng wanted to strike first, abolish himself as a Martial Emperor, win the sympathy of several elders and everyone, and let Mo Xiaochuan go.
Everyone was taken aback, they didn't expect Mo Wanfeng to be so staunch, and he gave up his lifelong cultivation without any attachment. It can be seen that his protection of Mo Xiaochuan has reached the extreme.
"Uncle Wan Feng, don't!"
Mo Xiaochuan, who was lying on the ground and was dying, suddenly burst out of breath from nowhere, and screamed miserably. Tears mixed with the blood flowed into the mouth, and it was hard to tell whether it was bitter, astringent, or fishy. The body, which had been injured and unable to move for a long time, was forced to support itself, and his five fingers were embedded in the bluestone ground like hooks, scratching out finger marks.
The six Supreme Elders sitting at the top were all shocked, no one expected Mo Wanfeng to be so straightforward, it was too late to make a move.
The ancestor on the throne suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, the illusory body seemed to become a little stronger, and a strange power emerged from him, and his eyes looked directly at Mo Wanfeng's palm print. The golden imperial aura that was about to hit his dantian suddenly overflowed from the palm of his hand and dissipated like green smoke.
"Snapped!"
Hearing only a slight slap, Mo Wanfeng's palm fell down and slapped on his dantian, immediately spurting out a big mouthful of blood. It's just that the imperial energy has dissipated, and the dantian was not crushed, but was seriously injured.
"Grandfather!"
Everyone was startled, and hurriedly turned their gazes to the phantom figure on the throne.
A look of disappointment flashed across Mo Kebei's eyes, but the ancestors made a move, even the six Supreme Elders did not dare to disobey, and they all waited for the decree.
The ancestor's eyes fell on Mo Xiaochuan. After the move just now, his figure seemed to become lighter, and his voice seemed to come from an endlessly distant place, and he said calmly, "Is this the son of Douchen?"
"Yes, Master Zu. He is Mo Xiaochuan, Brother Douchen's only biological son!"
Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body, knelt on the ground and said first: "Since Big Brother Douchen fell, Xiaochuan has been raised by me. Wanfeng is not effective in discipline, and he is willing to bear the punishment with all his strength!"
The voice of the ancestor did not contain any emotion, it was still faint, and said: "Douchen has a divine body vision, amazing talent, and he is the most hopeful person in my Mo family for thousands of years to hit the ultimate martial arts. Unexpectedly, he passed He died early, and I have a certain responsibility for this matter. But his son..." The ancestor raised his eyelids, glanced at Mo Xiaochuan, and then sighed: "Father tiger, a very mediocre talent, eighth Only at the age of 30, he has cultivated to the level of a three-talented martial artist, and he is not even qualified to enter the Mo family's elite pavilion. Wan Feng, you are really stupid to give up your whole life for such a dog."
Mo Wanfeng said sadly and resolutely: "My ancestors, if Brother Dou Chen hadn't saved my life, Wan Feng would have died in that battle. I have always regarded Xiao Chuan as my own son. The son is not the father's fault, and the responsibility lies entirely with him." I, of course, will be punished for my son!"
Mo Xiaochuan's ten fingers had already been inserted into the ground, his thin and thin body was trembling, and he cried, "Uncle Wanfeng, I'm useless, and it's none of your business. If you want to punish me, please punish me." , has nothing to do with Uncle Wanfeng."
A Supreme Elder in the upper left corner suddenly said coldly: "Hmph, if Wan Feng hadn't been protecting you time and time again, you would have violated the clan rules and been kicked out of the wall a long time ago. It's really an embarrassment to your father!"
The sarcasm and vicious words were like a knife's light, cutting the heart of an eight-year-old boy. Mo Xiaochuan gritted his teeth in pain, and couldn't even groan.
The ancestor sighed and said: "This is the last time. After this time, if there is another foul, it will be dealt with according to the law. There is no need to alarm us."
"Follow the law!"
Everyone stood up and bowed, the phantom of the ancestor closed his eyes again, and gradually disappeared on the throne.
Mo Wanfeng straightened his injured body and stepped forward to help Mo Xiaochuan up. Another child ran out from behind Mo Wanfeng, looked at the blood on Mo Xiaochuan's body in fear, clenched his fists and said, "Brother Xiaochuan, I must become a master of great arts in the future, and if you are beaten by others in the future, I can Healed you."
Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head, although the injury on his body was serious, it was not as painful as the stabbing pain in his heart.
"Huayuan, let's go."
Mo Wanfeng picked up Mo Xiaochuan and left towards the outside of the execution hall.
There were noisy discussions behind him, and members of the Mo family left one after another. If it weren't for Mo Xiaochuan's special status, he wouldn't have called the whole clan to a meeting.
A sly look appeared on Mo Kebei's face, watching Mo Wanfeng's leaving back, he remained silent for a long time.
When the crowd dispersed, there was only one Supreme Elder left, who was the one who spoke earlier, and Mo Pingxi, the father of Mo Kebei. He looked at his son in deep thought, and asked doubtfully, "What are you still thinking about?"
Mo Ke Bei said: "Father, the ancestors dote on Mo Xiaochuan too much. They let him go for the third time. This kind of behavior is really unconvincing!"
Mo Pingxi said: "This is the ancestor's decision, who dares to disobey it? As the patriarch, you should act according to the law. As long as you are not arbitrarily maneuvering, no one will criticize you."
Mo Ke Bei sighed: "Although that's the case, what a great opportunity this time is. Mo Wanfeng almost abandoned his cultivation. In such a crisis, the ancestors were able to help him. The ancestors' cultivation How far has it come?"
Mo Pingxi's face also showed apprehension. He paced back and forth in the empty hall, and finally said: "The ancestor's cultivation is as high as the sky, so you don't have to guess. There is no threat either. Mo Xiaochuan's qualifications are mediocre, and his father's courage is his failure. Their lineage will never turn around in hundreds of years. You can safely be your patriarch. But what I want to tell you is , strategy, wealth and honor are nothing but a fleeting moment, and only martial arts is the ultimate goal of my generation."
"Yes, the child respects his father's instruction!"
Mo Kebei lowered his head modestly, and the two disappeared into the hall.
It's night, in the small courtyard of the Mo family.
Mo Xiaochuan knelt on the iron edge with both knees, and the hundreds of barbs on the iron edge were all inserted into his immature knees, and the ground was covered with blood.
Mo Wanfeng looked at the bright moon sky indifferently, with an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.
Mo Huayuan looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs and his heart trembled. He grabbed Mo Wanfeng's legs and begged, "Father, brother Xiaochuan has already suffered such serious injuries, so don't punish him anymore."
Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away, and shouted: "Go back! I will kneel with you again!"
Mo Huayuan cried and begged from a distance, not daring to come closer.
Under the moonlight, Mo Xiaochuan's painful face was distorted, but he still forced himself to be strong, squeezed out a smiling face, and said, "Hua Yuan, you have nothing to do here. It's not the first time I knelt down on Tie Leng, Kneeling is very comfortable, and it is also a kind of cultivation."
Mo Wanfeng shook his head when he heard it, raised his head to stare at the endless night, and muttered to himself: "Today is the time of Grain Rain, if the calculation is correct. That person should come, why is he still missing."
Mo Xiaochuan's brows were already twisted into twists in pain, and he said in confusion, "Uncle Wanfeng, what did you say?"
Mo Wanfeng said: "Back when your father was still there, he made an appointment with someone to meet with the Black Iron City under the bright moon and the sky this year during the Grain Rain. Now the time has come, but why is there no one?"
Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand, pointed to a huge osmanthus tree in the small courtyard, and said, "Is that the man?"
Mo Wanfeng was taken aback, and suddenly looked up, only to see a shadow flickering on the osmanthus tree, a white figure shuttled under the moonlight, hearty laughter accompanied by the sound of poetry.
"Where is the ray of heroic soul, and the harmony does not see the old man. Xiaofeng blows the willows and blows the waning moon, that year Lanxue fell into the bosom of dreams."
The figure in white stepped out in the air, stepping on the watery moonlight. He was completely integrated with the surrounding environment, like a moon fairy in the dark night, stepping down slowly.
There was a look of loneliness on his face, and he sighed: "I just found out today that Mo Doushen is dead, and this trip to the city of black iron was unexpectedly in vain."