Chapter 582

Mo Kebei sneered: "that's good! Mo Xiaochuan's crime of trespassing into forbidden areas should be abolished and banished from the door and wall! Wanfeng clan, are you ready? "

Mo Wanfeng finally moved. His face was full of sadness and said: "if it had not been for brother douchen, Wan Feng would have died outside. After living for so many years, I am satisfied that this life can be returned to his son! " He deeply knelt down to the upper seat, and said in a loud voice: "I hope that the ancestor elder brother and the six supreme elders can recite the great contribution that big brother douchen has made to the family, and Wanfeng's contribution to the family in these years can be accomplished!"

He banged his head down without using any energy A sound of shock, the palace in front of the Qinggang rock immediately broken open, blood to the four flow, a sad intended to spread on the hall.

All of them were moved and showed compassion.

The six supreme elders in the upper seat are also long eyebrows, showing a thoughtful look. Only the ancestor on the throne in the middle is still slightly closed, and the shadow is constantly shaking in the light.

Mo Ke North pupil shot out a sharp light, and said: "Mo Wanfeng, the clan rules above the punishment hall are the biggest! As a big elder of the clan, you even touch the law with your body and want to interfere with the execution of punishment. You are a violation of the law and should be severely punished! " He pointed to Mo Xiaochuan on the ground and said coldly, "if he is mo douchen's son, he will forgive again and again, then what is the use of this clan rule! I don't deny his father's contribution to the family, but he has been forgiven twice, which has already been offset completely! "

He drank so much that he immediately dispelled the sadness in the hall and turned it into a fierce and solemn spirit.

Everyone nodded in silence and agreed with mokebei's words. If you want to persuade people, you must severely punish Mo Xiaochuan for not lending.

Mo Wanfeng suddenly raised his head, his face was covered with blood, and hissed in a low voice: "mokebei, don't think I don't know your abacus! It's not brother douchen's contribution that arrived at Xiaochuan this time, but the cultivation of Mo Wanfeng! " His sudden luck on both palms, the golden nine Heavenly Emperor Qi suddenly shot out, is about to shoot to the top of the Dantian!

Mo Wanfeng wants to be the first one to be strong. He will repair himself as Emperor Wu, and win the sympathy of several supreme elders and others, so as to let Mo Xiaochuan go.

All of them were shocked. They didn't expect that Mo Wanfeng would be so strong that he would give up his lifelong accomplishments without any attachment. It can be seen that his maintenance of Mo Xiaochuan has reached the extreme.

"Uncle Wan Feng, don't!"

Lying on the ground, originally dying Mo Xiaochuan, at this time also do not know where to burst out of the breath, a sad cry. Tears mixed with this blood flow into the mouth, can not say is bitter is astringent, or fishy. The body, which had already been injured and could not move, was forced to support it. The five fingers were embedded in the bluestone ground and clawed out the finger marks.

The six Taishang elders sitting at the top of the table were all shocked. No one expected that Mo Wanfeng was so straightforward that it was too late to make a move.

Zulao on the throne suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and his unreal body seemed to have become a little thicker. A strange force emerged from him, and his eyes looked directly at Mo Wanfeng's palm print. The golden emperor Qi, which was about to be patted on his own elixir field, suddenly overflowed from his palm and dissipated into smoke.

"Pa!"

Only heard a shallow, Mo Wanfeng's palm fell down, patted on the Dantian, immediately shocked out a large mouthful of blood. However, the emperor's Qi had been dispersed, and the elixir field was not broken, but was seriously injured.

"Zu Lao!"

All of them were surprised, and they quickly looked at the throne and got the illusory figure.

Mo Kebei's eyes flashed a trace of disappointment, but Zu Lao made a move. Even the six Taishang elders did not dare to disobey and waited for the decree.

The grandfather's eyes fell on Mo Xiaochuan. After a move just now, his figure seemed to become lighter. His voice seemed to come from the dark place far away. He said faintly, "is this Dou Chen's son?"

"Yes, my Lord. He is mo Xiaochuan, the only real son of douchen

Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body and knelt down on the ground to preemptively say: "after big brother douchen fell, Xiaochuan has been brought up by me. Wanfeng is not good at discipline, and is willing to bear the punishment

With no emotion in his voice, he said, "douchen is the most hopeful person in Mo's family to attack the ultimate martial art for thousands of years. I didn't expect to fall prematurely. I also have a certain responsibility for this matter. But his son... " The ancestor raised his eyelids and took a look at Mo Xiaochuan, then sighed: "tiger father and dog son, they are very mediocre talents. At the age of eight, they cultivated to become a great martial arts master in Sancai area. Even they are not qualified to enter the elite cabinet of the Mo family. Wanfeng, it's really foolish of you to give up all your life's cultivation for such a dog. "

Mo Wanfeng said sorrowfully and firmly: "father, if brother douchen had not saved my life, Wan Feng would have died in that war. Xiaochuan, I always take it as my own. The son is not the godfather's fault. The responsibility lies with me. Naturally, I will be punished for my son! "

Mo Xiaochuan's ten fingers have been inserted into the earth, shivering with thin and thin body, crying: "Uncle Wanfeng, it's not my use, it's none of your business. If you want to punish me, you have nothing to do with Uncle Wan Feng. "An elder on the upper left corner suddenly said coldly: "hum, if Wan Feng hadn't protected you repeatedly, you would have broken the clan rules and been driven out of the wall door. What a shame to your father!"

The sarcastic and vicious words were like knives, which cut the heart of an eight year old boy. Mo Xiaochuan broke his teeth in pain and could not even groan.

The grandfather sighed and said, "this is the last time. After this time, if there are fouls again, they will be dealt with according to the law, and there is no need to disturb us

"Abide by the law!"

All of them stood up and bowed. The shadow of zulao closed his eyes again and disappeared on the throne.

Mo Wanfeng strong with the injured body, to help Mo Xiaochuan up. Another child ran out of Mo Wanfeng's back. Looking at the bloodstain on Mo Xiaochuan's body, he clenched his fist and said, "brother Ogawa, I must become a great master of martial arts in the future. If you are beaten again, I can help you to cure."

Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head, although the wound on his body was heavy, it was not as painful as the knife in his heart.

"Huayuan, let's go."

Mo Wanfeng picked up Mo Xiaochuan and left towards the outside of the penalty hall.

Behind him came the noisy discussion, and the Mo family left one after another. If it was not for Mo Xiaochuan's special status, he would not have called a meeting of the whole clan.

Moke north face appeared Yin and sycophantic color, looking at Mo Wanfeng left the back, for a long time no words.

When all the people were gone, only one elder was left, who was the former speaker and the father of mokebei, Mo Pingxi. "What are you still thinking?" he said suspiciously, looking at his son

Mo Chuan said to his father: "I've drowned my father. It's hard to believe that he was let go for the third time

Mo Pingxi said: "this is the decision of zulao. Who dares not accept it? As the head of the clan, you should act according to the law. As long as it is not you who are resourceful, no one will say you are not. "

Mo Ke North sighed: "that said, but this is a good opportunity. Mo Wanfeng almost abandoned his cultivation. In that kind of crisis, Zu Lao was able to help. How far has zulao's cultivation reached? "

Mo Pingxi's face also showed a look of fear. He paced back and forth in the open hall, and finally said, "the cultivation of ancestors is connected to the heaven. Don't speculate. Even if Mo Wanfeng's accomplishments are still there, there is no threat to you. Mo Xiaochuan is mediocre in quality, but his father's courage was in those years. They have no chance to turn over in hundreds of years. You can be a good patriarch. But what I want to tell you is that power, wealth and wealth are nothing but fleeting clouds. Only martial arts is the ultimate goal of our generation. "

"Yes, the child obeys his father's instruction!"

Mokebei humbly lowered his head, and then they disappeared in the hall.

It's night, in the courtyard of Mo family.

Mo Xiaochuan's knees knelt on the iron ridge, and the hundreds of hooks and thorns on the iron edge were all inserted into his young knee, and there was blood on the ground.

Mo Wanfeng looks at the bright moon sky coldly, the loneliness in the eyes cannot be said.

Mo Huayuan looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs, and his heart trembled. He grabbed Mo Wanfeng's leg and begged, "father, brother Xiaochuan has been so badly injured, you should not punish him."

Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away and said, "go back! Kneel down with you again

Mo Huayuan cried and begged from afar and did not dare to lean on.

Under the moon, Mo Xiaochuan's painful face was twisted. He was still strong, squeezed out a smiling face and said, "Huayuan, there's nothing wrong with you here. It's not the first time for me to kneel on iron ridge. Kneeling is very comfortable. It's also a kind of practice. "

Hearing this, Mo Wanfeng shook his head, looked up at the endless night, and murmured to himself, "today is the time of grain rain, if you are not wrong. That man should be here. Why hasn't he been seen yet? "

Mo Xiaochuan's eyebrows have long been twisted into a twist of pain, puzzled: "Uncle Wanfeng, what do you say?"

Mo Wanfeng said: "when your father was still alive, he once agreed with a man that when the valley rains this year, under the bright moon sky, we would get together with the city of black iron. Now the time has arrived, but why can't we see a figure?"

Mo Xiaochuan raised his hand and pointed to a huge osmanthus tree in the courtyard and said, "is that the man?"

Mo Wanfeng was startled and suddenly raised his head. He saw the shadow on the osmanthus tree flashing. A white figure shuttled under the moon. His hearty laughter accompanied the sound of poetry.

"Where is the soul of a hero? Harmony is not seen. The wind blows the willows and the moon blows, and the snow falls into my dream that year. "

The figure in white stepped on the light of the moon like water and stepped out of the sky. He was completely integrated with the surrounding environment, just like the Moon Fairy in the night.

His face was lonely, and he sighed: "I just know that Mo douchen is dead today. I didn't expect that this trip to the city of black iron was white."

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