Not long after, Chu Yang cut out a shiny 'iron apple', which was lifelike, and placed it on the table, making a heavy "dong" sound.
"Brother Chu, this... this is too precious!" Mo Chengyu really didn't dare to decide to accept this priceless sword for Mo Qingwu. Mo Qingwu was still young, only nine and a half years old, so Chu Yang gave him such a treasured sword; as Mo Qingwu's family member, Mo Chengyu also felt: It's too wasteful...
"This knife...it's more than that..." Chu Yang smiled mysteriously, lifted the handle of the knife upside down, and handed it to Mo Chengyu.
Mo Chengyu's hands trembled a little. Even though he is a master of the throne, he has never seen such a magical weapon in his life. He almost took this knife with a pilgrimage mentality...
With the knife in his hand, Mo Chengyu still felt like a dream. After a while, he felt something was wrong: This knife...why doesn't it seem to have weight
After trying to weigh it in his hand, he was finally sure that this knife would not weigh more than a catty at most!
Looking at the knife in disbelief, Mo Chengyu suddenly asked with a trembling voice: "This... Could it be... Could it be Tongyun Steel?!" Cheng Yu almost fainted!
"That's right, not only Tongyun Steel, but also Star Iron." Chu Yang said solemnly, "Senior Mo, you should know why I gave Xiao Wu this knife."
"No, no, no! This is too precious!" Mo Chengyu jumped up as if his hands were burning, his lips quivered and he spoke incoherently, as if a spring had been placed under his buttocks.
He said it was precious, but with this knife in his hand, he was reluctant to give it away no matter what.
Priceless? Is this more than priceless? It is simply the most precious sword in heaven and earth since ancient times! Mo Chengyu was in a mess at this moment.
Oh my god, my god, in this world, there really is such a precious sword
"I gave this to Xiao Wu!" Chu Yang frowned, and repeated again: "Senior Mo, you should know why I gave this knife!"
Mo Chengyu trembled all over, finally controlled himself to wake up from the excitement, and said seriously: "What do you mean?"
"I don't want Xiao Wu to suffer any grievances after returning to the family!" Chu Yang looked deeply into Mo Chengyu's eyes: "This knife can be said to be God's will, and there is Xiao Wu's name on the knife! I hope, This knife can accompany Xiao Wu! I absolutely hope that one day, this knife will be seen in someone else's hands!"
"Don't worry, as long as I, Mo Chengyu, have breath, this knife can only be in the hands of the lady, and it will never reach the hands of others!" Mo Chengyu stood up and said seriously.
"Including your Mo family." Chu Yang added quietly.
"Is there a lady's name on it?" Mo Chengyu remembered this sentence now, and when he leaned his eyes to look at it, he only saw the engraving on the handle of the knife: Xingmengqingwu, pouring out the world of mortals!
He couldn't help but sigh in admiration, "Is this really God's will?"
With the hardness of Xingchen Iron and Tongyun Steel, Mo Chengyu has no doubt that Chu Yang did it; not to mention Chu Yang, even Mo Chengyu himself, at the peak of his skill, would never have left a mark on this knife. Leave a trace that is as big as a strand of hair!
"Give me, give me..." Mo Qingwu opened her small hands, and the little loli was a little impatient.
"Here you are." Chu Yang snatched the knife from Mo Chengyu and handed it to Mo Qingwu.
"Oh...don't cut off your hand..." Mo Chengyu yelled anxiously; such a cut with a knife is not a trivial matter, I am afraid that the wrist will fall off before you know it...
"A girl from a family of martial arts can cut off her hands playing with a knife?" Chu Yang looked at Mo Chengyu with some contempt.
"Eh..." Didn't Mo Chengyu not know this truth? Don't say that Mo Qingwu is nine years old, even if she is three years old... she won't cut herself with this knife. However, Mo Chengyu's mind is now in such a state of shock that he is about to boil, how could he expect such things
I actually saw Tong Yungang today!
Mo Chengyu rubbed his face until it turned red, and then asked in confusion: "Am I dreaming?"
"This knife is so fun, giggling..." Mo Qingwu's crisp voice came: "It's so beautiful! I really like it..."
"Do you like it?" Chu Yang's voice.
"I like it so much!" Mo Qingwu smiled coquettishly, playing with it fondly.
"Then..." Chu Yang stretched out a finger, pointed at his face, and moved closer.
"Hey..." Mo Qingwu didn't hesitate, and her petal-like lips gave King Chu Yan a sweet kiss without hesitation.
"This way..." Chu Yang brought the other side of his face closer.
"Baah..."
"Here..." "Baji..." "Here..." "Baji..."
Now Mo Qingwu never refuses anyone who comes, her little red lips kiss Chu Yang so much that her head and face are drool...
"Hey hey..." King Chu Yan smirked like a nympho.
"..." Mo Chengyu's face was covered with black lines.
He has never seen this kind of person before. It's fine if he likes a little girl. After all, everyone likes cute and cute little girls, right? But it's not so excessive... It's actually free!
Even if this knife is used for three days, it may trigger a big battle! This king of Chu Hades just casually gave it to a nine-year-old girl whom he had just met for a few days and who didn't know what a treasured sword was!
Moreover, after sending out the treasured sword, she was only kissed by the little loli a few times, and she was completely satisfied, as if she had taken advantage of the sky...
Strange things happen every year, only this year!
Mo Dawangzuo sighed, this level of doting... even compared to Miss's biological mother, it is even worse!
Thinking about it, he couldn't help saying: "Fortunately, you are not Miss's biological father... Otherwise..." What Mo Chengyu wants to say is: Otherwise, you will definitely be spoiled by you and become a generation of little devil...
"I'm her biological father?" Chu Yang could clearly feel dense black lines rising from his forehead. I couldn't stand calling me uncle without any blood relationship, but... her biological father
"What kind of bastard are you talking about!" Chu Yuzuo roared, completely furious: "This sentence is extremely bastard!"
Mo Chengyu suddenly became the same as Chu Yang: his face was full of saliva! It's just that Mo Qingwu kissed Chu Yang, but he was sprayed on by King Chu Yan...
Mo Dawangzuo felt extremely wronged, what's wrong? I'm just feeling it. Why are you just pretending to be a cannibal
Just as he was about to speak, he heard Chu Yuzuo say aggressively, "Shut up!"
Mo Chengyu suddenly felt that his belly was almost bursting with anger!
"Let me tell you! This knife of mine was given to Qing Wu! It was not given to the Mo family! Understand?!" Chu Yang shouted aggressively, "Besides, no one can snatch it! Even if it is Mo Tianji Robbing Lao Tzu also castrated him! Understand?"
"After Xiao Wu goes back, if I suffer even the slightest grievance, I will wash the Mo family with blood! Understand?!"
"About this knife, go back and tell Xiao Wu's bastard father, just tell me what I said! Understand?!"
Chu Yang asked a series of questions with such arrogance that Mo Chengyu's eyelids were almost stained with spittle, and he nodded repeatedly, intimidated by his aura.
"Okay, I'm leaving!" Chu Yang disappeared with a whoosh; just kidding, he is a king-level master, and he can enjoy himself while he is out of his wits, but he must not wait until he recovers...
Even if he seriously injured himself, he would definitely not be able to play with him...
After Chu Yang had left for a while, Mo Chengyu was still in a daze, and finally woke up, yelling, and felt that his eyelids were sticky, but they were stuck alive by saliva... From this, it can be seen that, Chu Yuzuo's saliva secretion is so nutritious...
After vigorously wiping his face and eyes, Mo Chengyu was so angry that he went crazy and was about to rush out.
"Uncle Cheng Yu..." Mo Qingwu called timidly, "Don't go... I'm afraid here... Tell me a story..."
Mo Chengyu stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Mo Qingwu, and couldn't help but let out a miserable howl: "Little ancestor, I'll kill you two..."
Naturally, Chu Yang was waiting to be practiced on it. Now he has already gone away in a hurry to continue his great cause of challenge...
What's wrong with the sword? Is it really given to you? snort! In the future, when Qing Wu marries, this knife will still be named Chu! Chu Yang thought happily in his heart; these two days have become more and more harmonious with Little Lolita, Chu Yuzuo feels that the future is going well, and now he is already imagining marriage...
In the afternoon, I went back to Butian Pavilion and checked it out. Cheng Ziang and Chen Yutong had gone out to carry out their missions; Wu Qianqian was sitting in Butian Pavilion wearing her own hideous mask and black robe, looking decent. Nothing to worry about...
As for the newcomers recruited during this period, all of them will be trained together. In Chu Yang's words: Practice to the death! Do you want to get promoted and get rich if you don't want to endure hardship? How can there be such an easy thing
The training ground is full of ghosts and wolves every day; what is especially outrageous is that I heard that a third-level martial artist, in his forties, was actually trained to cry, his nose burst into tears, and he was extremely sad... I am so tired!
Such soft bones, Chu Yuzuo ordered: double the amount of training!
However, there was a piece of news that made Chu Yang feel a little uncomfortable: the Black Demons did not leave, but stayed in Iron Cloud City, leaving early and returning late every day, and they were still looking for Mo Qing The whereabouts of Wu and Mo Chengyu...
As for the news about Mo Tianji and others that Chu Yang told him to watch closely, there is no news at all...
In addition, during this period of time, Chu Yang greatly improved the defense force of the cell, and constantly added manpower and facilities in various directions; he even transferred more than a dozen martial arts masters from Tie Butian's subordinates , more than 20 Wu Zong, strictly guarded against...
Chu Yang didn't know if Wu Wuqingrou would be fooled, but he asked himself, if he was Wu Wuqingrou, he might have sent someone even though he knew he was being duped!
So now Chu Yang is setting up traps and ambushes at all costs... Every day is a new pattern, adding new content to the original ambushes and traps...
Later, even the seconded masters couldn't stand it: Damn it, this king of Chu Yan has made such a great move, does he regard his opponent as a holy master or as a supreme one? As for making such a fuss
But Chu Yanwang didn't listen to any persuasion at all, and still insisted on going his own way...