Chapter 299 Mo Wenchun Feng Asked The Youth

As the macheteman's words fell, under Ning Zhumang's dumbfounded gaze, the figure slowly descended from the horizon.

Ning Zhumang looked at the man carefully.

The man was around fifty years old, and his black hair was combed neatly and mixed with white snow. Years had left mottled traces on his face, but his expression was as calm as a statue that had remained silent for a thousand years.

Ning Zhumang was inevitably slightly stunned. He recognized this man.

Back then.

It wasn't that year, but in these few short months, too many things had happened, so much so that in Ning Zhumang's heart, some things seemed to be as old as another world.

At that time, a little monk who called himself Guang Lingui said that he wanted to subdue the demons and eliminate the demons. He forced his way into the Exquisite Pavilion by himself. Even Zhong Changhen, the Great Evolution Sword Immortal, had no choice but to help. The man in front of him had helped the Exquisite Pavilion subdue the little monk as if he had emerged from nowhere, thus resolving the danger of the Exquisite Pavilion.

"Gulu." Ning Zhumang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

However, it wasn't because of fear. It was just that it was somewhat surprising to be able to see the world's swordsman here.

He took a step forward and was about to say something.

"You're finally here." However, the macheteman beside him was the first to speak.

"Yes." The person who came was the gravekeeper of the Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum, Mo Chen Zi. He nodded and replied calmly, "Coming."

Ning Zhumang looked left and right. One was a Saber Dao Immortal and the other was a Sword Dao Immortal. The two of them represented the limits of what the swords and blades of the world could reach.

Was this to tear down the Lunar Temple? Such doubts inevitably surfaced in Sect Leader Ning's mind.

"Are you ready?" Mo Chen looked at the macheteman and asked.

"Master, Uncle Lin, we have a meal today. Look what I caught!"

Before the macheteman could answer his question, a tender voice sounded from afar. A youth was standing on the hill with two pitiful pheasants in his hands. He looked at the crowd with a warm smile like the spring breeze.

After hearing the youth's shout, the macheteman smiled. He nodded and said, "Ready."

Mo Chenzi turned his head to look at the youth. He sized him up and down, then nodded and said, "Very good child."

"Master, do you have any guests?" The youth rushed down the hill and arrived at this place. He also sized Mo Chen up and asked.

The macheteman nodded. "Yes."

"Then I'll go catch another pheasant." The youth did not doubt him. He put down the pheasant in his hand and stood up. He hurriedly ran towards the hill again.

"Mu An." However, the macheteman stopped the youth at that time.

"Huh?" Su Mu'an turned around and looked at her master in confusion.

"Don't bother, this is enough." The macheteman said.

Su Mu'an looked at the three of them. Although she was a little puzzled, she still nodded her head out of trust in her master and put away the thought of going to the mountain to catch the pheasant.

…

Following that, Su Mu'an quickly lit a bonfire. In this forest, where there were no shops in front of the village, Su Mu'an tried her best to make all kinds of delicious food for the macheteman and Ning Zhumang.

This meal was no exception.

The roasted pheasant was delicious and fragrant.

Su Mu'an did not have that much thought. He was eating happily. Ning Zhumang thought that this might be his last meal in this world, so he opened his stomach. However, Mo Chen Zi and the macheteman did not say anything and only tasted it.

"What's wrong, Master? Isn't it appetizing?" After eating the last chicken leg, Su Mu'an finally noticed the abnormality between the macheteman and Mo Chen Zi. He wiped the oil stains on the corners of his mouth and stood up, asking, "Then should I go catch some rabbits?"

"No." The macheteman shook his head. Then, he waved to Su Mu'an and said, "Muan, come here."

Su Mu'an did not suspect him. He stood up and sat down in front of the macheteman.

"What can I do for you, Master?" The youth asked with widened eyes.

The macheteman took a deep look at Su Mu'an. Gubo's calm eyes seemed to have something flashing at that time, but in the blink of an eye, he suppressed it. "How long have you been cultivating the saber path with me?"

"Two months and seven days." Su Mu'an replied.

"How did you learn?" The macheteman asked again.

"I'm familiar with it." The youth smiled. He had always been like this. His face was filled with joy, anger, and hatred. He didn't know how to conceal it, nor would he be hypocritical and humble.

"Oh." The macheteman nodded his head in satisfaction, and then spat out such a light sentence.

"Then leave today."

"Huh?" Su Mu'an was stunned.

At that time, Ning Zhumang also looked sideways. Only Mo Chen Zi was still sitting there quietly, looking at his nose and heart, as if he had anticipated this matter long ago.

"Why?" Su Mu'an reacted and asked in surprise.

The macheteman's expression was still indifferent. He asked in a deep voice, "Who told you to come here to find me?"

Su Mu'an was stunned again, but she still replied truthfully, "Saber Creditor…"

Ning Zhumang was confused when he heard these three words. On the contrary, Mo Chen Zi, who was sitting quietly at the side, suddenly cast his gaze towards this place.

"I don't know what kind of great power your ancestor was, but it's not easy to repay the debts of the credit dagger man." The macheteman whispered, "The fate of our master and disciple is forcibly formed by the Saber Creditor. If you accept his kindness, you will have to repay this debt. Your path is destined to be harder than mine. And my path…"

As the macheteman spoke, he stood up and looked up at the mountain not far away. There was a lofty learning palace.

"We've already reached the finish line …"

In fact, Su Mu'an was not stupid. In the past few days, he could roughly tell from the words between the macheteman and Ning Zhumang that the two of them seemed to be going to do something extremely dangerous. It seemed that it was time for them to set off.

Although the machetemen they had spent two months with had always been indifferent, apart from imparting saber techniques, they rarely communicated with Su Mu'an. But on this day, Su Mu'an understood the principle of being a teacher and a father for the rest of her life.

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. When he raised his head to look at the macheteman again, a decisive expression lit up in his eyes.

"Master, Mu An wants to go with you. I can help you. I can definitely do it." As if to prove this point, the youth stretched his hand behind his back and grabbed the hilt of the long saber that had been passed down for a thousand years.

"You can't help me. Even if you become an immortal one day, you won't necessarily be able to do anything for me. So remember, never think of avenging me. Being able to live well and inherit my meager saber dao is worthy of our master-apprentice relationship." The macheteman glanced at the youth and said. His calm tone carried an unquestionable determination.

Hearing this, Su Mu'an felt that it was inconceivable.

"Can't you become an immortal? What exactly are Master and your uncle going to do?"

"Perhaps you will have the ability to avenge your master and me when you can pull out the sword behind you one day." Ning Zhumang saw that the atmosphere on the field was somewhat solemn, so he took a step forward and said with a smile. "Go back, Little Mu'an. Go find your Manor Master Xu and make him treat my daughter better. Otherwise, I would rather someone be a ghost than let him off."

"But!" Hearing this, Su Mu'an wanted to say something else, but right at this moment, Mo Chen Zi, who was silent by the side, suddenly took a step forward and walked towards Su Mu'an. The man looked down at Su Mu'an condescendingly. To be exact, he looked at the sheathed sword on Su Mu'an 's back.

"This sword?" He asked, his brows furrowed, and his eyes were solemn.

Mo Chen Zi's words exceeded the expectations of everyone present. They all turned to look at the grave keeper of the Sword Mausoleum, their eyes filled with doubt.

However, Mo Chen Zi's gaze towards the crowd was as if he hadn't noticed anything. His gaze was still fixed on the longsword behind Su Mu'an.

Su Mu'an was a little uncomfortable when he saw this, and she subconsciously took a step back.

"Can you lend me a look?" However, Mo Chen Zi still did not notice Su Mu'an 's strange behavior. He stretched out his hand and asked.

"This" Su Mu'an hesitated as he turned to look at the macheteman and Ning Zhumang beside him as if he was asking for help.

Ning Zhumang's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. He took a step forward and said, "Little Mu'an, please lend it to Mo Jianxian. If Mo Jianxian can use this sword, we might still have a chance of survival."

Naturally, Ning Zhumang's words were true. The power contained in the sword behind Su Mu'an was something he had never heard or seen in his entire life. If Mo Chen Zi could really use this sword, then the Lunar Temple that everyone in the world respected and feared would not necessarily be a dragon, pond, and tiger's den that they would never return to.

Su Mu'an was kind-hearted. Although he was slightly uneasy about this, in order to give his master and Ning Zhu Mang a chance to live, he handed over the sword that was hidden in the sheath after pondering for a bit.

Mo Chen Zi, who had received the longsword, did not say anything else.

He held the sword in one hand and gently rubbed the scabbard with the other. At that time, his eyes narrowed, as if he was carefully feeling something.

Everyone held their breaths and looked at Mo Chen Zi, hoping that this Sword Dao Grandmaster would create some miracles.

Mo Chen Zi's hand slowly moved on the sheath of the sword. After a few breaths, he finally arrived at the hilt of the sword.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grasped the hilt of the sword tightly. At that time, the plain looking scabbard seemed to have sensed his intentions, and the sword began to tremble crazily.

The divine light in Mo Chen's eyes condensed and his body trembled. At that moment, his imposing aura as an immortal surged out like a tide. Everyone could clearly see the veins on his sword hilt bursting out, and even beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

This stalemate lasted for several breaths.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the blade of the sword began to slowly move, and he was pulled out.

Although it was only two fingers wide, it was enough for everyone to see the swarthy sword.

Surprise appeared on the faces of the crowd, but before it could spread across their cheeks, it turned into a dense shock in the next moment.

Zheng!

At that moment, the two-fingered-wide divine sword let out a long cry that resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

It was like an arrogant king or an immortal god that had been blasphemed. The divine sword was trembling intensely, so intense that even Mo Chen, who was an immortal, could not hold it tightly. The two-fingered-wide sword that was pulled out also released a black light. That light was extremely black, carrying a soul-stirring majesty.

Before everyone could recover from this change, another mutation occurred in the next moment.

A white light suddenly shot out from the common scabbard and rushed straight towards Mo Chen Zi, who was holding the hilt of the sword.

Mo Chen Zi could clearly see that the white light was actually a long sword flashing with cold wind.

After sensing the boundless sword intent wrapped within the white light, he didn't dare to hold it up. At that time, he hurriedly released his grip on the hilt of the sword.

Instantly, the dazzling black light dissipated, and the sword intent that filled the sky dissipated. The white light also fled back into the sheath of the sword.

Everything was calm, but everyone on the field looked at me and you at that time. Their faces were filled with horror, and they refused to disperse for a long time.

After a few breaths, Mo Chen turned the sword in his hand and returned to Su Mu'an with both hands.

"Sage of the past, please don't blame me for acting rashly." Mo Chen Zi said with a solemn expression on his face.

This was the first time Su Mu'an had witnessed the power of the divine sword on his back. After hearing this, he regained his senses. He stared blankly at the sword, but did not know how to respond to Mo Chen's words.

"Mo Jianxian can't pull it out either. Kid, it looks like that person from your ancestor is really an amazing person." Ning Zhumang finally reacted. He said in surprise.

"But if that's the case, then wouldn't I be unable to help Master and Uncle Ning?" Su Mu'an did not agree with Ning Zhumang's thoughts. At that time, the youth lowered his head and said dejectedly.

"No problem." The usually cold macheteman took a step forward and touched Su Mu'an 's head. Although his tone was still indifferent, it made Su Mu'an feel something different at that time. "Everyone has their own destiny. They can't force it."

"This sword is really strange. According to the rumors, there are more than half of the world's famous swords buried in your Southern Desolate Sword Mausoleum. Is there anyone who can compare to this sword?"

Ning Zhumang had never liked this solemn atmosphere, so he interrupted and changed the topic.

Hearing this, Mo Chen Zi pondered for a moment before shaking his head.

"There are more than 48,000 hidden swords in the Mausoleum of the Sword. If one were to compare with this sword, perhaps there would only be three vicious swords."

"Huh?" Not to mention Ning Zhumang, even the usually indifferent macheteman's expression changed slightly at that time.

"But this sword is different from the three fierce swords." Mo Chen Zi shook his head as if he was thinking of something in the hearts of the two of them. "This sword intent is dignified, vast and long. It is not a fierce sword, but a real divine weapon. There are ways to see the sword and know its owner, but I think that the former owner of this sword must also be someone with a world-wide heart and a mighty righteousness."

Hearing this, the annoyed Su Mu'an revealed a happy expression. He raised his neck and smiled, "That's right. My father said that my father's father's father's father's father's father…"

The youth said with utmost sincerity that he had seventeen fathers before saying, "He is the greatest hero in the world."

Su Mu'an 's stubborn and somewhat ridiculous appearance fell into the eyes of the macheteman beside him, causing the corner of the man's mouth to curl into a rare smile, but it also disappeared in a flash. Then, with a serious expression on his face, he said, "Alright, Mu'an, it's time for you to go. We're going on our way."

The joy on the youth's face immediately dissipated when he heard this. He lowered his head again and remained silent, but his body remained where it was, without the slightest intention of leaving.

The macheteman furrowed his brows in displeasure. Seeing this, Ning Zhumang hurriedly took a step forward and wanted to help persuade him.

However, before he could utter those words, Mo Chen Zi said again, "Let him go with us."

Hearing this, the youth immediately raised his head and his eyes were filled with joy. His gaze towards Mo Chen Zi was also filled with gratitude.

However, the expressions of the macheteman and Ning Zhumang changed.

"What does this mean?" The macheteman turned around and asked. Ning Zhumang was also puzzled.

He didn't want to see Su Mu'an die. Putting aside the good fortune of the Exquisite Pavilion, the food that this youth had cooked for him every day over the past few days was enough to make Ning Zhu Mang like this innocent and foolish youth from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Yuan also said that the debt of the credit dagger man is not easy to repay. His path is harder than yours and mine." Mo Chen smiled faintly, "So it's good to see more if you want to go far."

At this point, Mo Chen paused for a moment before saying, "Besides, if we are to die, someone will help us take care of the aftermath so that the wild corpses will not be eaten by the jackals."

Of course, Mo Chen Zi's words were reasonable, but this obviously could not convince the macheteman and Ning Zhumang to take such a risk for such a thing.

"Don't worry, the child and my martial nephew and good fate. "You all are reluctant to let him die. How can I bear to do so? Since I have said this, I am naturally confident in protecting his life and letting him experience it. The abilities of immortals in this world are beneficial to his future cultivation. Moreover, if we fight to the death to obtain some information, it would be good for someone to bring him out. Otherwise, wouldn't you and I have given our lives in vain?"

Hearing this, the macheteman was still worried. He frowned and did not respond to Mo Chen Zi's words.

'"Yes, Master, please let me go. I…" Su Mu'an seemed to have seen hope and also said at that time. However, he was not good at words. He was anxious at the moment and couldn't give a good reason for it.

Seemingly sensing the urgency in Su Mu'an 's words, as well as the softness in his heart when he was about to die, the macheteman finally nodded after pondering for a long time.

But he was still uneasy, so he did not forget to warn him at that time, "If you really want to go, I will not stop you, but you must remember to listen to me when you go to that place. If I let you go, you must not be so intrusive."

"Mm! Mm! It's all up to Master."

The young man nodded his head hurriedly.

The aura of early spring blew through the forest. The leaves in the forest rustled and the hair on the youth's forehead fluttered.

He smiled foolishly at the macheteman in front of him.

He couldn't explain why, perhaps it was because he had been infected.

The macheteman's mouth suddenly opened, revealing the white teeth beneath it. At that moment, he began to laugh.

This was the first time that such a brilliant and warm expression had appeared on his face.

It was like the spring breeze at this moment, as well as the youth in front of him

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