Ink Blade

To Wield a Sword (part 1)

This was the first time in a long time since Mo Ren's rebirth that he had drawn his sword against an enemy. The long sword clanged in his hand, and the thin, sharp black cold blade was exposed to the sunlight, as if drawing in all the light.

The Xuyang disciples on the opposite side looked at each other, feeling a little timid at first. One person stepped forward and said, "Who is this that came? Report your name."

Mo Ren ignored it, and at the moment when he pulled out "black" that Chu Yan gave him, a fire ignited in the guard's heart that had been patient for a long time. He was eager to fight, and eager to drink blood with the sword in his hand. He’s dying to prove to his master that a broken blade could be forged, and to prove that he was still useful!

This greatly troubled the four people on the opposite side. Suddenly, a strange young man with superb swordsmanship appeared to disrupt the situation without saying a word, not even a word about his family background, and directly started fighting.

But the extremely dangerous convergence attack just now was easily resolved by this person, and now they were fighting openly and squarely. Will the four of them be able to defeat him?

However, seeing Mo Ren's thin figure moving like a black crow, and the long sword in his hand that was pointing and stabbing like a ghost, one against four, yet the four of them were forced into chaotic disorder, without any power to fight back.

"This...friend!"

Finally, one person couldn't hold on, with great difficulty, he found a gap and spoke out while panting heavily, "We are disciples of the Xuyang Sword Sect. I don't know whom this friend learned from, and which sect he belongs to…..today we were just resolving the personal grievances between sects, could it be that my friend has some misunderstanding?"

This sentence was not as friendly as it sounded on the surface. Obviously they’re using the name of the Xuyang Sect to pressure people, and admonishing them that if they do not have a strong support from their master, they should retreat in the face of difficulties.

However, unexpectedly, Mo Ren didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, and directly greeted him with a sword. The man screamed "Ah", almost got half of his scalp cut off, and rolled on the ground, in a state of embarrassment.

Under the stage, Chu Yan laughed in his heart. Looking at the figure above, he couldn't take his eyes off of him for a moment as if he had been sucked in, and inexplicable vines grew and coiled in his heart.

His Ah Ren…

Sure enough, it's still the most moving when you show your sharpness like this.

When Chu Yan came back to his senses, the battle had already ended, with four broken swords on the stage.

Mo Ren was still Mo Ren after all, and he would not do things that would cause chaos due to a momentary mood. Although he hated the four people for being cruel to Ying Yu, he only disabled the swords of the four people, but never killed them.

Under the dead ashen-like eyes of Xuyang disciples behind him, Mo Ren coldly turned around with his long sword in hand. He jumped off the high platform, and cheers thundered below!

Chu Yan's heart was hot, and he couldn't help stepping forward, a smile broke out on the corner of his lips, and then his heart started beating inexplicably faster.

However, before the Palace Master could hold onto the hand of his family’s guard, a young figure rushed forward like the wind, causing the smile on the handsome face of the Palace Master Chu to freeze slightly. Mo Ren was held in the arms by the little guardian who had been waiting for a long time under the stage.

“......”

Chu Yan was so angry that his teeth itched, and he fiercely flicked his long sleeves.

——Tsk, Ying Yu, this little brat!

"Big brother! Big brother Mo Ren!"

The juvenile Ying Yu had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, white clothes with tight sleeves, and an indigo belt with rhino horns around his waist, three points innocent and seven points spirited written on his face. He narrowly escaped death and was rescued by the big brother he admired the most, his face flushed with excitement. "Big brother, I really miss…”

Before Ying Yu could utter the word "you", a scabbard hit his head, causing him to yell "aw" in pain.

Mo Ren put the sword back into its sheath, and looked at the young man who was wailing with his head in his arms. He was amused in his heart, but his face didn't show it at all, then he said coldly, "So happy after losing the battle? The Palace Master is here, and actually didn't even pay respects, you’re becoming more and more courageous.”

"What!? The Palace Master has aarived already...?"

Ying Yu's face froze, and when he looked back, he caught a glimpse of Chu Yan's back turning away alone on the periphery of the crowd.

The little guardian turned pale with fright, murmured "It's over, it's over", and hurriedly moved using lightness Kung Fu under his feet to follow all the way, "Palace Master, Palace Master, wait for Ying Yu!"

Mo Ren was stunned at the back, looking at the two who left so readily, and silently glanced at the two horses that he didn't know whether Chu Yan deliberately left behind or had long forgotten.

The guard resigned himself and took the reins. Looking up again, he helplessly discovered that the two were already far away.

Just as he was about to give chase, a cold and chilling sense of crisis suddenly came from behind him. Without any warning, a sword came through the air, approaching his back like a meteor!

At this moment, Mo Ren was still holding the reins with his right hand, he instinctively kicked his feet up a little bit, and the sword narrowly brushed against his back, which was chilling to the bone.

Mo Ren turned over in mid-air and landed on the back of one of the horses. With a clang, "black" was coldly unsheathed.

Unexpectedly, he saw an elegant and scholarly man standing on the opposite side at some point, wearing a blue robe that was refined and kind, completely different from the aura of the sword just now.

The four Xuyang disciples who had just been defeated by Mo Ren lifted their spirits and shouted in unison, "Senior brother!"

The man raised his hand to signal the four of them to calm down and not be agitated, and with a spring-like smile in the corner of his mouth, he lifted the sword upside down, cupped his fists and saluted to Mo Ren, "I have heard of the other's reputation a long time ago, the sharp blade of the Jiuzhong Palace. Today, Xu has seen it."

Mo Ren's face was cold, the tip of the sword pointed at the blue-robed swordsman unceremoniously, and spit out three words, "Who is it?"

The man smiled warmly, "Xu Fangchuan, the oldest disciple of the Xuyang Sword Sect. A few years ago, I had a fateful encounter with the Palace Master Chu. It's just that the nobleman Palace Master Chu often forgets things and perhaps…….no longer remembers Xu.”