The night is like paint, and the waves are overwhelming.
On the deck of the keel ship, the majestic old man stands with his hands in his hands, his eyes are full of depth and gaze.
Behind the majestic old man, the old slave holding the sword motionless, staring quietly ahead.
Suddenly, the old slave holding the sword shrank his pupils, and said in surprise: "My lord, the son is here."
In the entire Mo Family, if you only say the word "Gongzi" without any title, then naturally you can only be one person-Nanhai Gongzi, Mo Yu!
As a loyal slave who has followed the old master for life, the relationship between Mo Yu and the old master is naturally very clear.
In fact, talents like Mo Yu have cultivated at least one hundred people within the million people of the Mo family in the life of the old master.
But for these 100 arrogances, the elders are all covered in rain and dew, and will never show favoritism to any one person.
Even though his heart was very partial to Mo Yu, when Mo Yu was three years old, the old master still sealed his cultivation base and allowed him to fend for himself.
The old master trained a hundred people, and in the end, as long as Mo Yu rises, he has achieved the great prestige of Young Master Nanhai.
But even so, the host's attitude towards Mo Yu has remained lukewarm and even a little indifferent during the past ten years.
Regarding this, the old slave holding the sword was very puzzled, but did not dare to ask.
Now Mo Yu suddenly arrived, the old slave holding the sword, suddenly curious and stunned.
"I made Mo Yu come." The majestic old man said lightly, as if he knew what the old slave holding the sword was thinking.
"Master, we are almost at the Tongtian River Basin, why don't we go directly in, but...?" The old slave holding the sword was a little puzzled.
"Back then, the mud bodhisattva said that when my Mo family arrived at the Hundred Years Tribulation, the old man could not enter the Tongtian River basin unless it was necessary." The majestic old man said lightly.
Hum!
Hearing this, the old slave holding the sword was suddenly shocked: "My lord, you have been drifting on the sea for the past few years. Could this be the reason?"
"Not bad." The dignified old man nodded and said with emotion: "Only when drifting in the sea, the old man's feet are not touched on the land, and naturally will not be contaminated with cause and effect, in order to continue Mohist luck."
"But when you were in the East China Sea last time, Long Aotian and Xu Canghai fought a decisive battle at Longquan Snow Mountain. Why did you go to the ancient city of the sea?" The old slave holding the sword asked curiously.
"Because at that time, the old man had a warning sign in his heart and felt the breath of a hundred years of calamity."
Caressing the white beard, the majestic old man sighed and said, "Unfortunately, the old man searched for a long time, but he still couldn't find it. Where is the root of the hundred-year catastrophe.
While speaking, Mo Yu's small boat had already descended below the keel boat.
"Mo Yu, the third-generation disciple of the Mo family, has seen the old master." Mo Yu clasped his fists and saluted, and Lanxess said.
"I haven't seen him in three years. The young master has an extraordinary cultivation base. It seems that the'first step' is not very far." The majestic old man nodded, and his old eyes felt a little bit of relief.
Mo Yu is the master's most fancy talented arrogant, and now he can achieve such an achievement, the owner is naturally very happy.
"Congratulations, son, within twenty years, I will definitely be able to step into the'first step'." said the old slave holding the sword respectfully.
"Yes, before you are fifty, you will definitely be able to step into the'first step in practice' and strive to step into the innate at the age of one hundred." The majestic old man nodded, looking into Mo Yu's gaze, full of appreciation.
At one hundred years old, this is a lifetime for the average person.
But for the martial artist of "Three Steps of Cultivation", the wonderful life has just begun.
Zhang Sanfeng, one of the "Five Wonders in the World", has revealed his authentic works since the Song Dynasty and was revered by the Song Dynasty emperor.
In the Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, and Ming Dynasty, among the three dynasties, Zhang Sanfeng appeared in the world from time to time, making mortals astonished.
Until the Daoguang reign of the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Sanfeng also appeared in Mount Emei to instruct a Taoist named Li Hanxu to practice.
From the Song Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, spanning hundreds of years, Zhang Sanfeng's figure is everywhere.
This shows that Zhang Sanfeng's life span has long surpassed that of ordinary people, and Wugong has stepped into an unfathomable realm.
Even in the 21st century, how old Zhang Sanfeng lived is still a historical mystery, full of controversy, and no one knows.
But in the arena, many predecessors feel that Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts realm, even if it is not innate, is probably not much worse.
The "not much difference" here refers to the state of "three steps of practice".
There are three steps to practice. As long as you step into the "first step", your life level will change and you will begin to march toward the "superior".
Mo Yu is now in the heyday of his youth. Twenty years later, he will be close to fifty years old. If he can really step into the "first step", the probability of being born at a hundred years old is very high.
Mo Yu's excellence has slightly weakened the original worry in the heart of the majestic old man.
"Master, I don't know if you called me here urgently this time, what is the matter?" Mo Yu asked tentatively.
Both Mo Yu and the old master don't like nonsense, so naturally they don't need to be polite.
"Mo Yu, do you remember what the old man said when you were seven years old?" The majestic old man said lightly when he stroked his white beard.
"Remember." Mo Yu nodded, and said loudly, "Master, you once said that in twenty years, my Mo family's hundred-year catastrophe will come."
"If we can escape, my Mo family will turn around and become stronger."
"If you can't hide, then my Mo family has declined since then, and may even be annihilated."
After finishing speaking, Mo Yu said disdainfully: "But I think that fortune-telling is just a lie."
"Nowadays, there are countless powerful Mohists, masters like clouds, and a population of one million. Even Marshal Wei Lan dare not fight."
"If there is no accident, when the opportunity of the Sea of Death arrives, this young man may be able to go one step further and break through to the'first step' ahead of schedule."
"My Mo Family is so powerful, who in the four seas is not convinced? Who dares to fight?"
Mo Yu said these words magnificently, and the old slave holding the sword kept nodding his head, secretly saying that Mo Yu had only come out of the Mo family for thousands of years, and it was truly extraordinary.
However, after hearing this, the old man's eyes were cold when he heard that, and he said a little displeased: "So it seems that the old man's exhortation back then, did you not listen to it?"
"My lord, you have the grace to recreate this son. You let me guard the inheritance back then, and I have done it."
Mo Yu clasped his fist and said: "The champion of this inheritance sequence battle is the wild species Mo Fei of the master of Feiyun Island. Elder Ke Qing is an unfamiliar outsider Deng Jiuling."
"Then Deng Jiuling was so bold that he killed Mo Liancheng and Mo Jiande, and even tarnished my eldest sister Mo Wu's body, and wanted to marry Mo Ruxue at the same time."
As soon as Mo Yu said this, the old slave holding the sword was furious: "This Deng Jiuling is really presumptuous. Is it true that my Mo family is no one?"
The death of Mo Jiande and Mo Liancheng was naturally known through the soul token enshrined in the cabin.
Even when Mo Jiande went to the Qu family to beg for a marriage, he was the old slave holding the sword and obeyed the order of the old master to deliver the news in person.
But who killed the two young masters, the old slave holding the sword didn't know.
Now that he heard the truth suddenly, the old slave holding the sword was naturally angry and wanted to kill.
"Then how do you handle this?" the majestic old man said lightly.
"I let the ancestor Yideng replace Deng Jiuling, escort Mo Fei to the place of inheritance, and order the three armies to encircle and suppress Deng Jiuling." Mo Yu said.
"Bastard!"
boom!
The majestic old man roared, and the sea water in all directions instantly rolled up monstrous waves, as if the world was shaking.
However, facing the thunderous pressure of the majestic old man. Mo Yu was not moved, but said loudly, "My lord, is it possible that my son did something wrong?"
Mo Yu is already the pinnacle master of the Ninth Stage, even if he asks himself that the concentration of zhenqi is not as good as that of the old master, his combat effectiveness should not be much worse.
Back then, Mo Yu was extremely talented, but he was sealed by the owner at the age of three, so that he became a waste material and suffered ridicule.
Even at the age of seven, Mo Yu was insulted and almost died on the spot.
Despite the crisis, the old master came to help in time and unlocked the seal, allowing Mo Yu to survive.
But from the bottom of his heart, Mo Yu hates the old master very much.
Only when he was young, Mo Yu couldn't resist and could only hide his hatred.
When he was twenty-three years old, the old master suddenly came and asked Mo Yu to try the tower. He didn't discuss with Mo Yu, but had an imperative tone.
At that time, Mo Yu died nine times in his life, almost died in the trial tower. In the end, with some luck, he broke through the difficulty of hell.
But even now, the old master still keeps his words, with commands in his tone, and Mo Yu is naturally a little unhappy.
"My lord, my son's decision is also correct, don't get angry." The old slave holding the sword quickly persuaded.
"Mo Yu, do you think that you have a good cultivation level now, and you really think that there are no heroes in the world?" The majestic old man was a little angry.
In the past few days, the owner has been restless and always feels that something big is about to happen.
The mud bodhisattva once said that the Mo family has a hundred years of calamity, and this year is the last year, and it is also the year of calamity.
But when the catastrophe came, the old master didn't know, so he could only guess.
Now when he heard Mo Yu's words, the old master suddenly understood that even though he had worked hard for many years, the great calamity of the Mo family had come.
But what surprised the old master was that the fuse of this catastrophe was not someone else, but his most respected son of the South China Sea, Mo Yu.
"You know what a fart, then Deng Jiuling has another name, called-Dragon! Proud! God!" the old master snapped.
"Master, could it be that this Deng Jiuling was the one who fought Xu Canghai in Yulong Snow Mountain in the East China Sea?" Hearing this, the old slave holding the sword was moved suddenly.
"Long Aotian is ranked as the God of War in the East China Sea, but Xu Canghai is just a junior master. Deng Jiuling is slightly famous in the East China Sea, but how can this son fear him?" Mo Yu was a little disdainful.
"You don't know anything about the son, the old master was in the East China Sea, and he was vigilant. He felt that a hundred-year catastrophe might come at any time, and it happened when he met Deng Jiuling."
The old slave holding the sword, with a solemn expression: "This time, Deng Jiuling came to the Tongtian River area alone, but he made waves. This person has a great possibility, and it is my Mo family's hundred-year catastrophe."
"Even if this person is not a hundred-year catastrophe, the life and death crisis of my Mo family will probably arise because of this person. Master, you have caused a catastrophe, hey!"
boom!
As soon as the majestic old man said this, Mo Yu's cold face appeared ugly for the first time.