Chapter 438

Compared with the Qimen dunjia array at the entrance of mojialing, this array is a lot more strange.

Don't ask if you have suffered a loss. As soon as you enter this array, you are too scared to act rashly. Don't ask if you understand the interests of being trapped in the array. Is this a natural array or an artificial array?

After thinking about the direction of coming, Mo Wen immediately made a 180 degree turn, and then swept away quickly. He didn't want to be trapped in this abnormal array.

But it's too late. Once you come in, if you make a wrong step, the array will change with the wrong step.

Mo Wen spread out his blood wings and flew for a long time. He never saw the way to come again. There was thick fog all around. He should have gone out according to the time. Mo Wen realized that he was trapped in the array. There was an abnormal silence around him. He was very anxious. He couldn't fly like this. But look at the dense fog under his feet, He had no idea what would happen when he left.

After calming down for a while, Mo Wen began to slow down and look for a place to settle down. He had no sense of direction, so he had to wander around.

The thick fog has already confused Mo Wen's sight, and he can't find the direction at all. Moreover, in the thick fog, Mo Wen often finds that there are poisonous snakes all around him. If it's not for the blood wings, I'm afraid these poisonous snakes will be enough to kill him.

Of course, don't be afraid of poisonous snakes. His invincible body is no longer afraid of these things. But it's not a way to drift on like this. We have to find a way to solve them.

Don't ask anxiously floating in the air, also don't know how long has passed, don't ask feel extremely tired, understand this is the reaction of excessive physical exertion.

The use of blood wings costs ten times as much as ordinary luck. After taking off for such a long time, the physical strength will be consumed greatly. Now we must find a place to rest, otherwise the consequences can be imagined.

At this time, Mo Wen flew with him. Suddenly, there was a thick fog in front of his eyes. Under the thick fog, Mo Wen felt dizzy, and then the blood wings lost their function and consciousness.

The moon is as bright as water. Insects are singing in the woods. The full moon shines brightly in all fields.

There is a strange beauty in the vast forest with a thin layer of moonlight. Unfortunately, no one is in the mood to enjoy this rare beauty.

In the middle of the forest, there is a small lake. Above the lake, there is a delicate bamboo thatched cottage. It is as beautiful as a bird's nest. On the bamboo stool at the door of the thatched cottage, there is a gray old man with long hair.

On the bamboo bed directly in front of the old man, there is a young man sleeping soundly.

The old man seems to be very concerned about the young man. Looking at him, his eyes show a strong sense of concern. He is no one else, even Mo Haotian, Mo's grandfather.

The moon was covered by dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were dark. Mo Haotian's expression was filled with gloom and worry, which soon dissipated in the dark.

All night, Mo Haotian sat in front of the young man and said nothing.

Until dawn, in the early morning fresh air, the flowers and trees beside the bamboo house with morning dew appear extraordinarily delicate. Mo Haotian sits cross legged in front of the young man, and the sunlight sprinkles spots on him through the flowers and trees.

Mo Haotian stood up and murmured to himself, "it's time to wake up too..."

With that, he walked leisurely to the bamboo house.

Bamboo house is very simple, a total of two rooms, a kitchen, a bedroom, in the central hall, there is a bamboo table and chair, on top of a few bamboo tea cups, everything in the room is made of bamboo, everything in the bedroom is the same, it is strange that there is no quilt, everything seems so strange.

The young man lying on the bamboo bed, his face is red, and he is sleeping soundly.

Mo Wen slowly opened his eyes, looked at everything in front of him in surprise, and asked himself silently: where is this? Is this the legendary Park snow ridge?

When he was fully awake, he immediately felt someone around him. He turned around and looked around. He saw an old man with white hair standing beside him, with a kind smile on his face and a kind look in his eyes. Don't ask if he didn't speak. He sat up in a hurry, looked at the surrounding environment and asked, "Hello, is this Bai Xueling? I'm looking for Mo Haotian... Is he there? "

"Your name is mo Wen?" Mo Haotian didn't return to Mo Wen's question. He looked at Mo Wen with a smile, and his smile became stronger: "your cultivation is not shallow. If it's not like this, you will die if you go to Bai Xueling alone... Few people can persist in the array for eight hours, and you can do it..."

Don't ask Wen Yan, immediately surprised, quickly stood up, carefully looked at the old man in front of him, in the heart of doubt, quickly continued to ask: "are you grandfather?"

Mo Haotian said with a smile, "did your father tell you that?"

Mo Wen quickly took out the jade pendant and handed it to him respectfully. He said respectfully: "don't ask, grandson. I'll see you..."

When the distance between the two people was getting closer, Mo Wen could clearly feel that the old man's cultivation had broken through the middle of the holy land, and his whole body exuded a kind of immortal power, which made Mo Wen feel suffocated for a moment.

The cultivation of holy land was so powerful that Mo Wen was astonished. When he finished, he knelt down to the ground and made three noises to the old man.

"Get up, it's all my family. Don't be polite!" Mo Haotian stretched out his hand and stroked his beard on his chin. He said with an old heart: "I'm very curious. Mojialing doesn't allow anyone to marry with the outside world. How can you have the smell of blood clan? And... What are you doing here? Where's your father? Why did he send you here? "

Mo Wen stood up and quickly explained: "grandfather, a lot of things happened in mojialing. One or two words are not clear. As for the smell of blood on me, it is the continuation of mother's blood. My father's legs were poisoned and disabled, and his movement is inconvenient. Let my grandson come to visit my grandfather... By the way, ask my grandson to pass on his grandson's skill of escaping armor..."

With that, Mo Wen hugged Mo Haotian with great respect.

Mo Haotian listened to Mo Wen's narration with a dignified look. When he heard the origin of Mo Wen's blood breath, a different color flashed in his eyes. After listening to Mo Wen's introduction, he stretched out his hand and looked at Mo Wen's pulse. Then he picked up his true Qi and looked at Mo Wen's meridians for a long time.

When Mo Wen saw the old man's movements, he sighed the magic of martial arts. When the old man felt his pulse, he felt that there was a heat flow in his body running fast, and soon controlled his power in the Dantian. The cultivation of holy land was really powerful.

Mo Haotian raised his head, took the jade pendant in Mo Wen's hand, stroked it for a long time, then handed it to Mo Wen, saying: "it's OK to pass on your strange skill of escaping armor, but... Your grandfather can't help you, you have to solve it by yourself, and... Tell your father that you are not allowed to leave Mo Jialing, the person who solves the bell still needs the person who ties the bell... Do it yourself!"

"Grandfather, why? If my father continues to stay in mojialing, Mo Tianbao, the bastard, will not let my father go. Please go out of the valley and do justice. " Mo Wen was shocked when he heard the old man's words. He looked flustered and worried.

"Young man, don't be impatient when things happen. If you are upset, you will be confused. If you are angry, you will be confused. If you are in such a state of mind, how can you achieve great things? You have the responsibility of ghost gate, blood clan and mojialing. If you can't calm down, how can you save your mother..."

"Ah..." Mo Wen was shocked again after hearing the old man's words. He kept shouting in his heart: How did he know? This... This is incredible?

Don't ask what he didn't say to the old man. Can he read each other's memory just by feeling his pulse?

Don't ask if there is a ghost skill. If he is willing to do it, he can do it, but his cultivation is not enough, which will cause backfire, so he doesn't dare to try it easily.

"Are you surprised?" Mo Haotian said with a faint smile.

"Well..." Mo Wen stressed his head and said in a low voice, "grandfather, our family has such a fate..."

"You need to change yourself! Destiny is in your own hands Mo Haotian did not wait for Mo Wen to finish what he said, so he impatiently interrupted Mo Wen.

This sentence is full of philosophy of life, leading Mo Wen into meditation.

Indeed, one's fate is in one's own hands. One should not bow to fate, let alone complain about trifles.

Mo asked what he seemed to understand. He nodded and said nothing. He followed Mo Haotian and went to the woods.

After eating some wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, Mo Haotian took out the secret script of Qimen dunjia and asked Mo Wen to memorize it. He also asked Mo Wen to memorize it as soon as possible. Mo Wen was very happy to see this ancient script. This is a big profit. This is the secret script of Qimen dunjia, which contains everything! Whether we can learn it or not depends on Mo Wen's nature.

Don't forget to eat and sleep when you get the ancient books.

It took one day and one night to memorize the contents of the ancient book of Qimen dunjia.

In the early morning, the harmonious morning light spreads gently on the bed through the window. Don't push the door to the courtyard. The sun has not yet risen. However, the air has been filled with the fresh fog of dawn, the grass and flowers have covered up a thin layer of dew, and the early lark is singing in the half bright and half dark sky.

Deeply breathing the fresh air full of mountains and valleys, I feel energetic and full of strength. Standing in the courtyard, I have a panoramic view of the valley, and I can see the scenery everywhere.

With a radius of about 3400 meters, the terrain of the park is slightly lower than the surrounding area. In the distance, it is surrounded by towering trees. The trees are lush, giving people a quiet feeling. Occasionally, one or two clear birdsong sounds make people feel more harmonious.

Inside the tree is a continuous bamboo forest, green and dense; The bamboo house built by Mo Haotian is located at the top of the hill in the middle of the valley. Just below it is a small Hu. The streams on both sides flow through both sides of the lake and meet in the lake.

The scenery of this place is beautiful and charming, with green grass, flowers and trees scattered all over the place.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery here, Mo asked and looked around, but he couldn't find Mo Haotian's figure. Suddenly, when he was confused, Mo Haotian's voice came to his ear: "boy, after reading Qimen dunjia, come break the battle. I want to see how much you remember..."

The sound reverberated in the valley, but I didn't find out where the old man was hiding.

Don't ask, don't dare to neglect, immediately spread out blood wings, toward the forest fly.

When he entered the woods, it turned into a terrifying world. The beautiful scenery around him disappeared. Instead, it was a terrifying and infiltrating scene like hell