"Go to Nanhai Mo's House?" Hearing this, Deng Jiuling frowned, speechless to the extreme.
Old Qu Ge made Deng Jiuling but Nanhai Mohist school, that's all.
After all, Old Qu Ge was isolated from the world for a hundred years, and he didn't know much about human relationships and sophistication. He thought that the Mo family was a family of knights a hundred years ago.
But Quba Tianming knew the strength of the Mo family, but still let Deng Jiuling go to the Mo family. What the hell was this
"Although Mo Jiande is dead, this matter is a secret, at least for a long time, it is not impossible for the Mo family to know."
Caressing the white beard, Qu Batian solemnly said: "With the energy of the Mohist school, he wants to know what we are doing. It is just a matter of time."
"Nine Spirits, what you need to do now is to race against time."
"You must improve your strength as much as possible before the Mohist discovers this, and prepare for the future war."
Hearing this, Deng Jiuling said silently: "But if I go to the Mohist school, is this really good?"
"There is nothing wrong with it. Although the Mohist is aloof, it is not completely isolated from the world."
Qu Batian said with a smile: "The old man is also Mo Yu's teacher anyway. The big deal is that I will take you to the Mo family in the name of Mo Yu."
"Improper." Deng Jiuling shook his head: "I will fight with Mo Yu sooner or later. I will not mention this matter again."
After that, lest Qu Batian go to Mo Yu, the "Lord of the South Sea", Deng Jiuling turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
"This kid..." Qu Batian smiled helplessly, and couldn't help but shook his head.
"Master, my uncle killed Mo Jiande last time, and the Mo Family will come to him in the future, what shall we do?" Aaron asked worriedly, the bodyguard.
"Don't worry about this. Mo Jiande is looking for death on his own. Although the Mo family is rude, but my composer sits on Haiyin Island, that is not a vegetarian."
Qu Batian sneered and said: "When Qu Yan was just born, it coincided with the Ni Bodhisattva encountering the South China Sea. His elderly stayed on Haiyin Island for one night."
"Before the mud bodhisattva left, he had counted for Qu Yan, and calculated that when this woman was twenty-three years old, she would encounter a catastrophe of life and death."
"But the mud bodhisattva doesn't need to worry me, because when Qu Yan encounters a catastrophe, the golden scales will come across the sea to eliminate all crises."
"Furthermore, the mud bodhisattva once said that after Qu Yan responds to the catastrophe, my Qu family will soar into the sky in the next hundred years, and it will sway the South China Sea!"
After speaking, Qu Batian laughed and said, "The old man didn't believe in fortune-telling, but now it seems that the hexagrams of the mud bodhisattva should be true."
"Mud Bodhisattva? Could it be the first fortune-telling master in the world?" Along exclaimed.
"Yes." Qu Batian nodded, his eyes full of gaze.
…
South China Sea, sea waves.
In the endless sea, a large keel ship is riding the wind and waves, slowly moving forward.
On the splint, a towering old man stood with his hands positive and negative, quietly looking into the distance.
Suddenly, an old slave holding a sword came galloping from a distance, stepping on the sea like flat ground, and quickly descended on the splint.
"Master." The old slave holding the sword respectfully said.
"Is everything done for you?" The dignified old man didn't answer, and said lightly.
"Master Jiande has followed your instructions and will go to Qujia Haiyin Island to compete seven days ago."
"In the past seven days, the old slaves have completed all the other things that you have ordered me."
"If nothing else, Master Jiande has already won the first prize, and the beauty returned will return."
The old slave holding the sword respectfully said.
"Are you really sure that you have done everything?" The voice of the dignified old man gradually became sharp.
"Yes." The old slave holding the sword nodded, and a bad feeling suddenly surged in his heart.
In the past seven days, the old slave holding the sword has traveled all over the South China Sea and has handled many things secretly.
Although the old slave holding the sword is older, he is also a master of Dacheng at any rate. He has a very good memory and can never forget it at a glance.
But no matter how the old slave holding the sword remembered, he couldn't think of where he was, which made the majestic old man feel dissatisfied.
"Go to the ancestral hall by yourself, and then come see me again." The majestic old man said coldly.
"Yes." Forced to feel uneasy, the old slave holding the sword stepped into the third floor of the keel ship, the large central room.
This keel ship is very big and can hold three thousand people at the same time.
But in fact, in this keel ship, apart from the majestic old man and the old slave holding the sword, there are no other people.
Many tablets are enshrined in this ancestral hall.
If the disciples of the Mo family were here, they would be surprised to find out.
In this ancestral hall, not only the tablets of the late ancestors of the Mo family are enshrined.
Even the tablets of the Mohists in this world, those who are strong in the world, are among them.
It's just that for the dead who have passed away, the color of the tablet is gray.
And for those who are still alive, the tablet color is white.
Among them, the token enshrined at the top layer was impressively written with the words "Mo Gucheng".
Count down three levels from the memorial tablet of Mogu City, and read "Mo Yu" and "Mo Jiande" in turn.
The old slave holding the sword knows very well that the strength and status of the disciples of the Mo family can be seen at a glance only by scanning the order of the same tablets.
The core of Mohist school is Mo Gucheng.
Mo Gucheng is the founder of the Mo School, and it is not surprising that he ranks first.
Those tablets in the second row are the sons of Mo Gucheng and the strongest second-generation disciples of the Mo family.
As for the tablets in the third row, they are dedicated to the grandchildren of Mo Gucheng and the elites of the third generation of Mo family disciples.
Mo Yu was placed first in the third row, which shows that he has an absolute leader position among the third generation of Mohist school.
As for Mo Jiande, he was actually placed in the second rank, second only to Mo Yu.
This shows that the future third-generation Patriarch of Mohism is destined to be in Mo Jiande's pocket.
The only thing that surprised the old slave holding the sword was that the tablet with the words "Mo Jiande" was not white, but black.
"This... how is this possible? Master Jiande was actually killed?"
Boom!
The old slave holding the sword was shocked, and the long sword in his hand almost fell to the ground in horror.
Leaving the ancestral hall in a hurry, the old slave holding the sword stepped onto the splint, and knelt down for the majestic old man.
"Old... Lord, old slaves will die!"
Huh!
The old slave holding the sword kept kowtow with a panic on his face.
"The old man asked you to inform Mo Jiande, but he was killed by someone. You are really good!" The majestic old man didn't turn around and said coldly.
Boom!
While speaking, the waves around the entire keel ship rose up into the sky instantly, turning into sword energy.
"Old... old master, old slave knows what's wrong, so I committed myself to this."
The old slave holding the sword gritted his teeth and drew his sword and wiped his neck.
Unexpectedly, he hadn't acted yet, and the long sword in his hand had appeared out of thin air in the hands of the majestic old man.
"The old man of this sword has been raised for ninety-nine years, and it will be'consummated' in one year. If it is used to kill you, wouldn't it defile this sword?" said the majestic old man, such as Thunder.
"Old master, old slave is just ahead of the South China Sea provincial capital, investigating this matter." Old slave said with trepidation.
"Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren. Back then, the mud bodhisattva used to calculate a trigram for my Mo family, saying that my Mo family will eventually flourish and decline, and it is destined to only have 99 years of luck."
"If my Mo family can survive this year, then there will be a golden scaled dragon, and there is no need to fear anything again."
"The death of Mo Jiande this time is just a prologue to my Mo family's tribulation."
Caressing the white beard, the majestic old man said coldly.
Hearing this, the old slave holding the sword was shocked, and said in amazement: "My lord, is the mud bodhisattva really that strong?"
"If it weren't for the advice of the mud bodhisattva, how could my Mo family hand over all the territory of the South China Sea province to the official family 80 years ago?" the majestic old man sneered.
Eighty years ago, Mogu City returned to the world, where no one knew about life and death. From then on, it disappeared and disappeared in the world.
Soon after, the Mohist handed over power to the officials and announced his retreat, gradually fading out of the world's vision.
This matter was praised by both the people and the officials, saying that the Mo family was wise and righteous, and the great man was the country and the people.
However, the truth of the matter is really like this
How can a super-family that is tying the entire South China Sea and ranks among the princes willing to surrender power
The truth of the matter is that the mud bodhisattva had fortuned the Mohist school many years ago.
The mud bodhisattva is the world's number one fortune teller. He has predicted countless times in his life and has never missed one.
Even the mud bodhisattva predicted that Taizu would rise in the midst of the dynasty, and eventually compete in the Central Plains, and set the trip!
This prophecy was not believed by the Mo Family.
But the final result is really so.
Therefore, the Mohist school did not hesitate to give up power voluntarily, gradually retiring to the world.
Because the top Mohists know that the Mohists must survive a hundred years of calamity before they can return to the world and become a super family.
This year is the last year of a hundred years of calamity!
The majestic old man obviously did not expect that this was only in early February, not long after the Chinese New Year, something happened to the Mo family.
"Master, a hundred years of calamity is no trivial matter. Could it be that you really don't make a move?" The old slave trembled.
"It's not that the old man doesn't want to make a move, but he can't make a move. Otherwise, a hundred years of calamity will happen again."
The majestic elder had a deep gaze and stared forward: "It seems that the Mo family has been at ease for 80 years, and they have long forgotten the danger of a hundred years of calamity."
"Since this is the case, let's leave it alone for the time being. It is a good thing to let the Mo Family suffer a bit, and to learn a little bit longer."
Hearing this, the old slave frowned slightly, and tentatively asked: "My lord, what is the hatred of Master Jiande?"
"The Mohist has a hundred years of background and accumulated countless resources. If even a mere three generations of disciples have hatred, the old man needs to avenge it."
"The Mo family has no meaning to continue to exist in this world, so it's better to be swallowed up by a hundred years of calamity."
The dignified old man said indifferently, saying each word in a cold voice.
Hearing this, the old slave was shocked and his eyes were full of shock.
…
On the other side, Deng Jiuling had several ups and downs, and people had already arrived at Huang's house in the South China Sea.
The Huang family is the No. 1 family of Chinese medicine in the South China Sea, and Father Huang is also Deng Jiuling's intern named disciple.
Deng Jiuling is not willing to go to the Mo family, and the Huang family is naturally the best choice.
Only when Deng Jiuling came here, he saw an unexpected person.