Martial Revolt of the Nine Heavens

The Nangong family is hidden in the deep mountains.

Today, although this clan has fallen and the emperor has passed away, the legacy of the past is still there. It is placed in Qingzhou, and no one dares to offend it, even the Dao Palace and Jianlou, etc., do not dare to offend easily.

When Mo Que arrived, the head of the family, Nangong Wuji, appeared to receive him.

This middle-aged man was gentle and elegant, drinking tea with Mo Que in the hall, and said with a smile, "Your mother was a gifted woman back then. She was born in Qingzhou. Impressed."

Nangong Wuji and Mo Que talked about the past, Ye Qingyao's name in Qingzhou was no less than Ye Chenxue today.

She is extremely talented, born in Qingzhou, and has a sweeping trend among the younger generation.

Moreover, her vision is also very comparable. As she grows stronger, Qingzhou is only a shallow pool in her eyes.

So when she was sixteen years old, she left Qingzhou and went to various places to hone herself.

It was also after she left Qingzhou that she married into the Mo family of the imperial family and did not return for many years. When she came back, it was more than ten years later, and she was seriously injured and brought a comatose Mo Que.

"Do you know who did the wound on my mother's body?" Mo Que heard red eyes and clenched his fists.

"This question, you are afraid that you already have the answer, so why ask me?" Nangong Wuji smiled bitterly, not wanting to say it explicitly.

When Ye Qingyao was in a coma in Mo Que, she left Mo's house and traveled 80,000 miles away. If it wasn't for Mo's family, how could she be like this, and leave despite Mo Que's coma?

After all, Mo Que is the arrogance of the past. Those who stand by Mo Que's side, I don't know how many people hope that he will disappear forever, and they don't want him to have a chance to rise again.

From this point of view, it is not difficult to guess who caused Ye Qingyao's injury.

"After your mother left you at the Ye family, because of the old relationship with my Nangong family, before leaving, she came here to recuperate."

Nangong Wuji said: "It's just that your mother and son are from the Mo family of the imperial family, so I haven't let too many people know about this, I'm afraid it will attract the attention of the Mo family."

Mo Que could understand that, although the Nangong family was also an imperial clan in the past, it was not as good as it used to be, and the Mo family was flourishing, so they naturally did not want to provoke them easily.

"She left you something." As Nangong Wuji spoke, he took out a box and said, "She said that although you are physically weak, one day, you will find her trace and give this to you."

Mo Que's eyes were wet, his mother knew his character too well, and knew that even if he was physically disabled, he would never give in easily and would definitely re-enter the cultivation path.

He took the box and saw that the box was a crystal clear bottle, which contained some golden liquid, and there was divine light flowing in it, and he didn't know what it belonged to.

Only this one, and nothing else.

"What is this?" Mo Que looked at Nangong Wuji.

"I don't know!" Nangong Wuji shook his head and said, "Your mother didn't explain it."

Mo Que observed the liquid for a long time, but didn't see anything.

If the mysterious existence in his mind is awake, he might be able to see it based on that person's knowledge.

But now the man was in a deep sleep, and he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to put it away first, planning to ask the mysterious existence after he woke up.

"After my mother left, did she say where she was going?" Mo Que asked solemnly, putting away the bottle.

He had tried the Yun family's hidden treasure mirror, but he could not sense Ye Qingyao's breath. Although this treasure mirror is extraordinary, its rank is not high, and it can only sense the breath within a certain distance. If it exceeds this distance, there is nothing that can be done.

"She said that she wasn't sure where she was going, but that she would find the holy medicine for your Dantian and Meridians, and said that if she couldn't find it in the Hundred States, she would step out of the Hundred States and go further. Place!" Nangong Wuji shook his head.

Mo Que could deeply feel Ye Qingyao's determination, and he was silent for a long time.

His father disappeared many years ago. For many years, he has been relying on his mother, Ye Qingyao. Now that Ye Qingyao has no news, he feels extremely uncomfortable.

"The battle is coming, Mo Que, what are your plans?" Nangong Wuji waited for a long time, and when Mo Que calmed down, he spoke again.

"I want to go back to Mo's house and find out who forced my mother to leave and who hurt her back then!" Mo Que gritted his teeth tightly, and there were two sharp eyes in his eyes.

It's been three years, it's time to go back!

Nangong Wuji nodded, not surprised by the answer, and said, "Actually, I'm helping you this time, but I'm also selfish. I hope you can take care of Youran during the competition."

Mo Que was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, and said, "My own path ahead is full of crises, and I can't protect myself. How can I take care of her?"

"I believe in your mother!" Nangong Wuji said with a stern face: "She once said that even if your body is abolished, you will never be a person who is willing to be mediocre. One day, you will rise again and look down on Baizhou!"

Mo Que's heart is difficult to understand, and now the world thinks that after he is physically disabled, it is difficult to be of great use, and even if he enters Martial Dao, there is no future at all.

I believe that he will eventually rise, and I am afraid that there are only two people, Yao Lao and Ye Qingyao.

"Come with me!" Nangong Wuji stood up with a mysterious smile on his face.

Mo Que was puzzled, followed behind him, left the front hall, and came to the foot of the mountain behind Nangong's house.

In this place, a sword was inserted. The sword was pitch-black, but it was made of stone. It had no blade and no light.

"I know that you are a sword cultivator, and you are using an epee, so I will give this sword to you." Nangong Wuji said.

"No-edge sword? The epee has no edge, and it's too clever to work?" Mo Que stepped forward, only to see that the stone sword was mediocre, and the sword lived up to its name.

But he didn't extend his hand and said, "My sword was learned in Jianlou. Now that I have betrayed from Jianlou, from now on, I will no longer use swords and only cultivate martial arts!"

Seeing that he has such a backbone, Nangong Wuji secretly admired it and said with a smile, "This sword was left by a senior in the Wudian back then."

"Martial Hall?" Mo Que was surprised, and said, "People of Martial Dao think that the flesh is the foundation, their own strength is better than everything, they disdain all foreign objects, and they also use weapons?"

Nangong Wuji said with a smile: "Although Martial Dao is heavy on body training, it is not without weapons. Appropriate weapons can allow Practitioner to maintain the heart of owning Martial Dao. If the Martial Hall is the Hall Master, he will also cultivate swords, just to keep his heart. Like a sword, it is upright and straight, and it goes forward!"

Mo Que was slightly absent-minded, and then he remembered that in the thoughts left by the former master of the martial arts hall, the master of the temple also used a sword.

However, this is not a critical matter, so it has been ignored by him.

"Although your swordsmanship was learned in Jianlou, in fact, the sunken swordsmanship you viewed, and the broken sword you obtained were all from the Wudian, and have nothing to do with Jianlou."

Nangong Wuji said with a smile: "So even if you have already defected from the Martial Hall, and then practice kendo, there is nothing wrong with it, because what you have learned, from beginning to end, comes from the Martial Hall!"

Mo Que remembered that Yao Lao decided to pass him on to Martial Dao because he had acquired Sun Kendo and found the broken sword.

He no longer hesitated, stepped forward, stretched out his hand and drew his sword. But when he held the stone sword, his expression couldn't help changing.