Chapter 0582

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Mo Kebei sneered and said: "It's good to say that Mo Xiaochuan's crime of trespassing on the forbidden area should be abolished and expelled from the Wanfeng clan. Are you ready?"

Mo Wanfeng was finally moved, with deep sorrow on his face, he said miserably: "If it wasn't for Big Brother Dou Chen, Wan Feng would have died long ago. After living for so many years, now that this life can be given back to his son, it is only a matter of time." Satisfied." He knelt down deeply to the upper seat, and said loudly: "I hope that the ancestors and the six elders can recite the great contribution of brother Dou Chen to the family and Wan Feng's silent contributions over the years, and be able to fulfill their wishes." "

He kowtowed his head abruptly, without using any vitality, with a "bang", the green rock in front of the hall immediately shattered, and the blood flowed to all directions, a sense of sadness spread in the hall.

Everyone was moved, showing compassion.

The six Supreme Elders in the seat also frowned, showing a thoughtful expression. Only the ancestor on the throne in the middle still had his eyes slightly closed, and his phantom kept shaking in the light.

Mo Kebei shot a stern light from his pupils, and shouted: "Mo Wanfeng, the family rules are the most strict in the punishment hall. As the chief elder of the family, you violated the law with your own body and wanted to disturb the execution of the punishment. It is a foul in itself and should be severely punished." Pointing at Mo Xiaochuan on the ground, he shouted coldly: "If he is forgiven again and again because he is Mo Douchen's son, then what is the use of this family rule? I don't deny his father's contribution to the family." , but I have forgiven him twice, it has already been offset.”

He shouted loudly, and immediately dispelled the sense of desolation in the hall, turning it into a fierce awe.

Everyone also nodded silently, agreeing with Mo Kebei's words very much. If you want to convince others, you must punish Mo Xiaochuan severely.

Mo Wanfeng raised his head suddenly, his face was covered with blood, and he roared in a low voice: "Mo Kebei, don't think I don't know your plan. Wan Feng's whole body cultivation base." He suddenly touched his palms, and the golden Nine Heavens Emperor Qi suddenly shot out, and he was about to slap on his dantian.

Mo Wanfeng wanted to strike first, abolish himself as a Martial Emperor, win the sympathy of several elders and everyone, and let Mo Xiaochuan go.

Everyone was taken aback, they didn't expect Mo Wanfeng to be so staunch, and he gave up his life-long cultivation as he said, without any attachment to him. It can be seen that his protection of Mo Xiaochuan has reached the extreme.

"Uncle Wan Feng, don't"

Mo Xiaochuan, who was lying on the ground and was dying, suddenly burst out of breath from nowhere at this moment, and let out a miserable cry. Tears mixed with the blood flowed into my mouth, and I couldn't tell whether it was bitter, astringent, or fishy. The body, which had been injured and unable to move for a long time, was forced to support itself, and his five fingers were embedded in the bluestone ground like hooks, scratching finger marks.

The six Supreme Elders sitting at the top were all shocked, no one expected Mo Wanfeng to be so fragile, and it was too late to make a move.

The ancestor on the throne suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, his illusory body seemed to become a little stronger, and a strange force emerged from him, his eyes were looking directly at Mo Wanfeng's palm print. The golden imperial aura that was about to hit his dantian suddenly overflowed from the palm of his hand and dissipated like green smoke.

"Snapped"

Only a slight slap was heard, and Mo Wanfeng's palm fell down, hitting his dantian, and a big mouthful of blood immediately came out. It's just that the imperial energy has dissipated, and the dantian was not crushed, but was seriously injured.

"grandparents"

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly turned their eyes to the phantom figure on the throne.

A look of disappointment flashed across Mo Kebei's eyes, but the ancestor made a move, even the six Supreme Elders did not dare to disobey, and they all waited for the decree.

The ancestor's eyes fell on Mo Xiaochuan. After the move just now, his figure seemed to become lighter, and his voice seemed to come from an infinitely far away place, and said calmly: "Is this the son of Douchen?"

"Yes, Master Zu. He is Mo Xiaochuan, Brother Douchen's only biological son"

Mo Wanfeng hurriedly dragged his seriously injured body, knelt on the ground and said first: "Since Big Brother Douchen fell, Xiaochuan has been raised by me. Wanfeng is not effective in discipline, and is willing to bear the punishment with all his strength."

The ancestor's voice was without any emotion, still faint, and said: "Douchen has a divine body vision, amazing talent, and he is the most hopeful person in my Mo family for thousands of years to hit the ultimate martial arts. Unexpectedly, he passed He died early, and I have a certain responsibility for this matter. But his son..." The ancestor raised his eyelids, glanced at Mo Xiaochuan, and then sighed: "Father tiger, dog son, very mediocre talent, Only at the age of eight did he become a martial artist of the third level, and he didn't even have the qualifications to enter the Mo family's elite pavilion. Wan Feng, you are really stupid to give up your whole life for such a dog."

Mo Wanfeng resolutely said sadly: "My ancestors, if Brother Dou Chen hadn't saved my life, Wan Feng would have died in that battle long ago. I have always regarded Xiao Chuan as my own, the son is not the father's fault, the responsibility lies entirely with him I, of course, will be punished for my son.”

Mo Xiaochuan's ten fingers had already been inserted into the ground, his thin and thin body was trembling, and he cried, "Uncle Wanfeng, I'm useless, it's none of your business. If you want to punish me, please punish me." , has nothing to do with Uncle Wanfeng."

A Supreme Elder in the upper left corner suddenly said coldly: "Hmph, if Wan Feng hadn't been protecting you time and time again, you would have violated the clan rules and been kicked out of the wall long ago. It's really an embarrassment to your father."

The sarcasm and vicious words were like a knife's light, cutting the heart of an eight-year-old boy. Mo Xiaochuan gritted his teeth in pain, and couldn't even groan.

The ancestor sighed and said: "This is the last time. After this time, if there is another foul, it will be dealt with according to the law. There is no need to alarm us."

"Follow the law"

Everyone stood up and bowed, the phantom of the ancestor closed his eyes again, and gradually disappeared on the throne.

Mo Wanfeng straightened his injured body and stepped forward to help Mo Xiaochuan up. Another child ran out from behind Mo Wanfeng, looked at the blood on Mo Xiaochuan's body in fear, clenched his fists and said, "Brother Xiaochuan, I will definitely become a master of great arts in the future, and if you are beaten by others in the future, I can Healed you."

Mo Xiaochuan lowered his head. Although the injuries on his body were serious, they were not as painful as the pain in his heart.

"Huayuan, let's go."

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

There was a noisy discussion behind him, and members of the Mo family left one after another. If it weren't for Mo Xiaochuan's special status, he wouldn't have called a meeting of the entire clan.

A sly look appeared on Mo Kebei's face, watching Mo Wanfeng's leaving back, he remained silent for a long time.

When the crowd dispersed, there was only one Supreme Elder left, who was the one who spoke earlier, and Mo Pingxi, the father of Mo Kebei. He looked at his son in deep thought, and asked doubtfully, "What are you still thinking about?"

Mo Ke Bei said: "Father, the ancestors doted on Mo Xiaochuan too much. They let him go for the third time. This kind of behavior is really unconvincing."

Mo Pingxi said: "This is the decision of the ancestors, who dares to disobey it? As the patriarch, you should act according to the law. As long as you are not arbitrarily playing tricks, no one will blame you."

Mo Ke Bei sighed: "Although that is the case, what a good opportunity this time is. Mo Wanfeng almost abandoned his cultivation, and in such a crisis, the ancestors were able to help him out. The ancestors' cultivation base How far has it come?"

Mo Pingxi's face also showed apprehension, he paced back and forth in the empty hall, and finally said: "The ancestor's cultivation is as high as the sky, so you don't have to guess. There is no threat at all. Mo Xiaochuan's qualifications are mediocre, and his father's courage is his failure. Their lineage will never turn around in hundreds of years. You can safely be your patriarch. But what I want to tell you is , strategy, wealth and honor are nothing but a fleeting moment, and only martial arts is the ultimate goal of my generation."

"Yes, the child obeys his father's teaching"

Mo Kebei lowered his head modestly, and the two of them disappeared into the hall afterward.

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

Mo Xiaochuan knelt on the iron edge with both knees, and the hundreds of barbs on the iron edge were all inserted into his immature knees, and the ground was covered with blood.

Mo Wanfeng looked at the bright moon sky indifferently, with an indescribable loneliness in his eyes.

Mo Huayuan looked at Mo Xiaochuan's legs and his heart trembled. He grabbed Mo Wanfeng's legs and begged, "My lord, brother Xiaochuan has already been injured so badly, so don't punish him anymore."

Mo Wanfeng kicked his son away, and shouted: "Go back and make trouble with you!"

Mo Huayuan cried and begged from a distance, not daring to come closer.

Under the moonlight, Mo Xiaochuan's painful face was distorted, but he still forced himself to be strong, squeezed out a smiling face, and said, "Hua Yuan, there is nothing wrong with you here. This is not the first time for me to kneel to Tie Leng, Kneeling is very comfortable, and it is also a kind of cultivation."

Mo Wanfeng shook his head when he heard that, raised his head to stare at the endless night, and muttered to himself: "Today is the time of Grain Rain, if the calculation is correct. That person should come, why is he still missing."

Mo Xiaochuan's brows were twisted into twists in pain, and he said in confusion, "Uncle Wanfeng, what did you say?"

Mo Wanfeng said: "Back when your father was still there, he made an appointment with someone to meet with the Black Iron City under the bright moon and the sky this year during the Grain Rain. Now the time has come, but why is there no one?"

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

Mo Wanfeng was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head to look away, only to see a shadow flickering on the osmanthus tree, a white figure shuttled under the moonlight, hearty laughter accompanied by the sound of poetry.

"Where is the ray of heroic soul, and the harmony does not see the old man. Xiaofeng blows the willow and blows the waning moon, that year Lanxue fell into the arms of a dream

The figure in white stepped out in the air, stepping on the watery moonlight. He was completely integrated with the surrounding environment, like a moon fairy in the dark night, stepping down slowly.

There was a look of loneliness on his face, and he sighed: "I just found out today that Mo Doushen is dead, and this trip to the city of black iron was unexpectedly in vain."