klisemfg Chapter 465: No matter the future, whether it is wind, frost, rain, snow, or swords and fire
Chapter 465: No matter the future, whether it is wind, frost, rain, snow, or swords and fire
Yu Di smiled calmly, "Hahaha, don't look at me, I'm just sharing this good stuff with Ah Zhuo. Don't you know my medical skills? They're not as good as yours, don't worry, the effect will definitely be average."
"Tsk, can't you just do something serious?" Yun Suyue rolled her eyes at him with disdain, then looked away and looked at the two wooden houses that were about to be torn apart by the power of the upgrade.
I feel like Bo Xiu has something to do.
Mo Tianling was already overjoyed, "This couldn't be better. Now we have four semi-martial gods. Combined with the unique skills of our two clans, we will have the strength to fight against the Wu family."
Si Yanzhuo continued, "Not only that! A Yue, Yu Di, Bo Xiu, and Huo Yu all have the ability to fight against a Half-Martial God."
Mo Tianling's eyes lit up with joy, "Oh, what do you mean?"
Si Yanzhuo curled his lips slightly, "I taught Bo Xiu and the other four martial arts and swordsmanship. Mine was taught by my mother, so it naturally comes from the Mo Clan. Based on the Mo Clan's martial arts, combined with Master A Yue's original swordsmanship, I created my own swordsmanship.
In terms of speed, we have all learned Master A Yue's original Divine Shadow Step, a technique that does not require much internal energy and has reached a speed level that is beyond belief. With the advantages of these two techniques, if the timing of the battle is right, we can kill opponents of higher levels in seconds.
And this, Grandpa, please look at it."
Si Yanzhuo took out the Nine-Colored Sword.
Mo Tianling was shocked. "Nine-Colored Sword? This was your mother's sword. How did you find it?"
Looking at the sword in Si Yanzhuo's hand, Mo Tianling's eyes became moist. When he saw this sword, Gu Wanyin was only ten years old. She had just passed the layers of selection to become the Saint of the Guyue Clan. This sword was the sacred object of the elected Saint.
It was also the Saint's most important weapon in protecting her family. As long as the sword survived, the sword would perish, and the Saint would perish. I'm afraid that the moment your mother, Saint Wanyin's martial arts were crippled and the Seven-Colored Sword was lost, she lost all hope of living, and embraced the mentality of certain death, all the way to protect the Young Clan Leader, Qingluo.
Now the Seven-Colored Sword is back in your hands, but the Saint Girl will never come back. All of this is caused by the Wu family, and the Wu family must pay for this blood debt with blood!"
Mo Tianling was furious, and there was a loud "bang" all around. The ground was overturned and the medicinal field was destroyed.
"Sorry, sorry, it's all my fault." The old man was shocked himself, blaming himself for not being able to control his temper at such an old age, his face full of self-blame.
Although Yun Suyue was in a bad mood, she could only wave her hands as if nothing had happened. "It's okay, it's okay, Grandpa, don't worry about it. I was just about to pull up the herbs in this medicinal field and replant them. Otherwise, it would be a waste of all the good herbs that my husband brought back from Silver Snake Island."
In fact, my heart was bleeding: My precious herb is almost ripe.
Seeing his wife's cute and duplicity, Si Yanzhuo smiled elegantly and solemnly handed the seven-colored sword to Yun Suyue with both hands. "Ayue, this is my mother's sword. If she were still alive, she would definitely pass it on to you. I hope it can protect you and the children in my place and in my mother's place."
It was the first time that Yun Suyue saw Si Yanzhuo doing something so solemnly and with such a heavy heart. She lost her smile, took the seven-colored sword, and nodded solemnly, "Okay!
In the future, I will use this sword as my trump card, practice the strongest sword moves, and protect everyone I want to protect."
"Well, we will walk hand in hand in the future, no matter wind, frost, rain, snow, or mountains of swords and seas of fire." Si Yanzhuo held Yun Suyue's hand, brought her into his arms, and swore.
Their affection and mutual understanding truly moved Mo Tianling. "It is a blessing for both our tribes that you can be together. It is also a pleasant surprise. Don't worry, protecting our two tribes is not just the responsibility of the two of you, but also the responsibility of all of us in both tribes."
Twenty years ago, I failed to protect the two tribes. I will remain vigilant for the rest of my life and will never let the new Gu Yue and Mo tribes experience the tragedy of genocide again."
Mo Tianling also swore an oath to the younger generations.
Si Yanzhuo reached out and held Mo Tianling's hand, while holding Yun Suyue's with his other hand. The three of them were determined: "Okay, from now on, we will protect the two clans together. Grandpa, don't blame yourself. The genocide has nothing to do with you. You have done your best."
"Yeah." Mo Tianling nodded, and his grandson and granddaughter-in-law had no regrets in their lives.
"Ah, my beautiful face?" Yu Di in front let out a scream. The explosion that had advanced to the final stage shattered the row of wooden houses where Mo Ranxiao and Mo Ranqi were, and the debris scratched Yu Di's face.
Blood dripped onto his light-colored brocade clothes, staining them red. His right cheek was indeed badly injured, with a deep cut.
"Hurry." Yun Suyue raised her hand and threw a bottle of spiritual spring water over.
"It won't leave a scar, will it?" Yu Di immediately caught the spiritual spring water, drank half of the bottle in one breath, and poured the remaining half on Jun's face. The wound healed quickly and was intact. Only then did he feel relieved.
"You scared me to death, otherwise Xinxin would be heartbroken when she saw it."
Yun, Su, Yue and the other two: "..."
This guy never forgets to show his affection.
After a cup of tea, Mo Ranxiao and Mo Ranqi finally completed their advancement. With a flick of their wrists, they twisted the air. They couldn't believe it themselves, "I never thought I could come back to life, let alone break through to the Semi-Martial God realm."
The two of them looked at Yun Suyue, stepped forward, and clasped their hands in gratitude towards their nephew's wife. "We're family, so there's no need to be so formal, but I still can't help but thank you. Without you, we two brothers wouldn't have our lives and futures."
Yun Suyue smiled and said, "Uncles, you're too polite. I didn't contribute much, it was all thanks to Yu Di behind you. Just now, you two uncles were concentrating on advancing and didn't realize that you accidentally hurt her beautiful face. She's angry now."
The two brothers: “…”
Mo Ranxiao laughed and said, "Hahaha, sorry, pretty genius doctor, your medical skills are not inferior to Su Yue, you are young and promising."
Mo Ranqi immediately understood what his brother meant and praised him, "Yes, this is a talent that is not even found in our native Donghuang Continent. If I have the opportunity to go to Xihuang Continent in the future, I will definitely visit your Baiyao Valley.
I'm curious about what kind of parents could raise such an extraordinary genius like you."
A few words of praise made Yu Di's heart blossom, "Hahaha, thank you two seniors for the praise, I will accept it without hesitation, I am indeed extremely talented and amazing, not even Ah Zhuo can compare.
"Very well, very well. If I ever return to the Western Wasteland Continent, I will definitely invite you two to visit my Hundred Medicine Valley. I will provide you with plenty of herbs and elixirs, and I will also ask you two to teach me one of my father's unique skills."
Mo Ranxiao and Mo Ranqi: “…”
This guy is so rude and shameless, his skin is so thick that it's outrageous. He is the kind of person who will start a dyeing factory if he is given a little color... He is a talented person!
He knew that the Mo Clan's martial arts were not to be passed down to outsiders, yet he still spoke frankly. However, he was indeed a rare and outstanding young man. It was also rare that he had accompanied his nephew for so many years, through life and death, and refined medicine to treat illnesses.
It’s a pity that he is already married. It would be great if he could become the son-in-law of both his clans.
The two brothers could only smile and nod, "Okay, okay, it's a small matter."
"Then I will take it as your agreement. Thank you very much." Yu Di immediately bowed to express his gratitude. Such opportunities were rare. In this way, he and his son could learn the Mo Clan's unique skills openly.
Mo Ranxiao couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, his eyes fell on the Nine Revolutions Wind and Thunder Fan on Yu Di's waist, "Although my Mo clan's swordsmanship is good, it is not suitable for you and your son who specialize in using fans as weapons.
I see that your weapon is a fan, so why don't I teach you some fan-related skills?
This unique skill originally belonged to a good friend of mine. However, because my friend was alone and accidentally offended someone in his youth, he met with an unexpected disaster. When he died, he was unmarried and had no children. Before he died, he left this unique skill to me.
Now, I pass it on to you, which means my good friend will have someone to carry on his legacy.”
Yu Di understood and immediately knelt on both knees in front of Mo Ranxiao, "Disciple pays homage to Master Jue Xue and Senior Second Master. From now on, both of you are my masters, Yu Di.
I only have these two masters in this life. I will give my all and do my best to be filial to them. I also ask Second Master to tell me where my eldest master's grave is so that I can go there to pay my respects and pay my respects."
Mo Ranxiao was surprised that Yu Di was so insightful and sensible that he even knew to worship him as his master, but men in his Mo clan never accepted disciples from outside. Suddenly, he looked at Mo Tianling.