Swallowing the Emperor

Chapter 381 Returning to the Mo Family Village

The total population of Mojia Village is less than a thousand.

In terms of liveliness, it cannot be compared with Chang'an City.

But who doesn't eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year?

Today is the day of the annual annual meeting. Although it is not as lively as the city lord Xiahou's house, with a big feast, it is still a joyous party.

On the battle stage in the square in front of the village, the elders of some families watched the battles between the younger generations of the Mo family, with deep smiles on their faces.

The disciples of the younger generation of the Mohist school are more outstanding than the last, and their talents are very good, and the flowers are blooming like a brocade. These elders of the Mohist family seem to have seen the rise of the Mohist family.

"Village chief, Jiaojiao is indeed the most talented young genius of my Mohist family. Not only is she a twin martial soul of ice and fire, but she also possesses the fourth level of the Soul Origin Realm at such a young age, and even catches up with some newly promoted Now that he is an elder, it won't take long for him to surpass me, the future of the Mo family depends on Mo Jiao, congratulations."

On the stands, an elder sat beside Mo Tianhu, his voice was full of flattery, and Mo Tianhu's face was full of smiles.

When Mo Jiao was praised, he, as a father, of course felt honored and proud. When others praised Mo Jiao, it was as if they praised him.

"Yes, Mo Jiao is very talented. No one can make a move in her hands. It is rare to meet in a hundred years. She is a true genius. No one can compare. The rise of the village chief and the Mo family is just around the corner."

"Yes, the future of our Mo family depends on her."

"Back then, Mo Lin was kicked out of the village, and it is said that he died in the battle of the Unfeeling Sect. In terms of talent and strength, he is far worse than Mo Jiao."

Many people flattered and praised Mo Jiao to such an extent that it is rare in the world. They opened their eyes and talked nonsense. At the beginning, Mo Lin showed his edge at the martial arts meeting in Chang'an City. Everyone knew that Mo Jiao was not Mo Lin's opponent. But since Mo Lin is dead, who cares if he is called a pile of shit?
What's more, Mo Jiao is a twin martial soul of ice and fire, and a disciple of Xiaoyao Holy Academy. Even if Mo Lin is not dead, how can he be compared with Mo Jiao?
Even if Mo Lin beat Mo Jiao by chance, even if he is still alive now, he must have been far away. Some people even lamented that Mo Lin died early. Shame can make people happy.

Mo Tianhu's face was full of red, his face became like a flower with a smile, and he said politely: "Where is it, the younger generations of my Mo family are all diligent and hardworking, they are all very good, very good, compared to me and my sons and daughters, there is no Poor."

"It's not that the village head taught well. It's not what Mo Qingshan was able to compare with. Mo Qingshan delayed my Mo family, and the son he cultivated was not loyal or filial. He was a disobedient generation."

"Ha ha!"

Mo Tianhu smiled lightly, and said: "Mo Lin and Mo Qingshan are both the scum of the Mo family village. It is the greatest shame for the Mo family to have them two. How can they be compared with Jiaojiao?"

"Yes, they are not worthy." Someone immediately echoed.

At this time, they didn't know that under a big tree not far behind the stand, there was a figure watching them quietly, and the conversations of the people on the stage fell into his ears verbatim .

"Not worthy? It's not worth talking about people. In the past year or so, the Mo family has become more and more unbearable. Their strength has not improved much, but they have learned a lot of skill in flattering."

boom!
There was a bang on the stage.

Mo Tianhu's eldest son, Mo Chen, knocked down a Mohist boy with the force of a hurricane, and suddenly there were cheers from the crowd.

"Okay! Great! The tiger father has no dogs, Mo Chen, it's too powerful."

"Back then, Mo Qingshan, a useless son, was arrogant and domineering. Now, the two genius children of our village chief, not to mention Jiaojiao, are stunningly beautiful, and Mo Chen is equally talented. Apart from Jiaojiao, the children of the Mo family No one is his match anymore, even some people of the older generation are about to be caught up."

A new elder of the Mo family said with a smile, the hearty voice came from afar, and it was exceptionally clear, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Naturally including Mo Lin who has been watching under the tree for half an hour!
Mo Lin originally planned to watch it again, but after hearing this, he felt that there was no need to wait any longer. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He raised his head, looked at the crowd in the distance, and said softly: "yes?"

The voice was not loud, but it was thick and deep, like thunder shaking the sky, hitting people's hearts directly, everyone in the venue could hear it clearly.

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the villagers, and they followed the sound, their eyes fell on the tall, slender figure under the big tree.

Hundreds of villagers fell silent in an instant, and the sound of gasping for air could be heard from time to time.

"It's him!"

This figure is too familiar.

Although half a year later, although many people tried to forget the trash who had been kicked out of the family, the talent he showed at the annual meeting shocked the audience. The proud son of heaven.

Later, the Heartless Sect was destroyed, and it was reported that there were more than 5 disciples in the sect, and none of them survived, and the guy who was kicked out by the family was no exception.

But now, he actually came back.

On the occasion of the Mohist annual meeting, he returned to the Mohist village.

"It's him, Merlin!"

"Mo Lin, he's back, back to Mojia Village!"

Looking at the figure under the tree, the eyes of everyone in the Mo family froze instantly, with different meanings in their eyes.

The figure at this time is a little more mature than a year ago, and the edges and corners on the face are more distinct. At the same time, the calm eyes are a little more sharp and deep.

"Merlin."

Mo Tianhu's eyes narrowed slightly, this guy who was forced out of the Mo family by him and escaped in the city lord's mansion unexpectedly cast himself into a trap and came back again!
The corners of his squinted eyes slowly turned up, Mo Tianhu's face showed a hint of irony, Mo Lin, are you coming back to seek death!

Beside the battle stage, Mo Jiao's gaze was completely opposite to that of Mo Tianhu's. Her body froze instantly. It was Mo Lin, it was him, and he was not dead!

Mo Jiao suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart. Although she didn't admit it, Mo Lin left an indelible shadow in her heart during the battle of Chang'an City. She didn't think that Mo Lin came back this time for her own sake. Take its shame.

As a student of Xiaoyao Holy Academy, she had practiced in Qingyun Sect for many years, and she knew Mo Lin's performance when the Jueqing Sect was destroyed, better than anyone else.

At that time, he was able to kill two second-level martial artists with one for two. Even Song Renfeng, the son of Lord Song and a fourth-level martial artist, was no match for him. How terrible will it be raised to?

Mo Jiao didn't dare to think about it.

She is proud by nature and has always been defiant, but in front of Mo Lin, her pride is totally vulnerable.

(End of this chapter)