Chapter 399 Sword Slave

Shennong Hall.

"Father, what are you looking at?"

Zhu Zhong walked to Zhu's side and saw a blue face. He didn't know what he saw?

The creek gurgled and fishing rods were set up on the bank. The water surface moved slightly, and the fish had already taken the bait, but the Zhu family had no intention of catching it.

"The net is causing trouble in Wei again."

"Luo Wen has killed seven masters in Wei in the past few months and seized their swords. I thought Luo Wen would be satisfied. Foster father, who does Luo Wen want to touch this time?"

"Lingjian Villa is better than life!"

When Zhu Jia said this answer, Zhu Zhong already understood why he was so sad?

"The foster father wants to help him?"

"Mo Rusheng has a long history with me, and he is very ethical. I don't want to sit back and watch him get caught in a snare."

"My foster father has this intention, but Xiakui has already ordered Shennong Hall to be on guard against Qin Mo. We can't escape. What's more, with the skill and ability of the owner of Lingjian Villa, he is a top-notch assassin in Luowang. It may not be his opponent.”

Zhu Jia shook his head.

"The most powerful thing about Luo Wang is not his martial arts, but his assassination skills. It is easy to dodge open spears and hard to defend against hidden arrows. Mo Rusheng has an arrogant personality. I am afraid that he will fall into Luo Wang's plot."

"Is Luo Wang's assassination technique?" Zhu Zhong smiled, seemingly disapproving, "In the battle at Qianye Villa, Luo Wang not only lost face, but also lost his capital. I don't think Luo Wang is a big deal."

Zhu Jia shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"The reason why you think Luo Wang is easy to deal with is because Luo Wang is facing the commander-in-chief of the Mo family. But if it were someone else, it would be different."

"The foster father seems to have high regard for the leader of the Mo family?"

"It is not a good strategy for the farmers to be enemies of the Mo family. Xia Kui wants to split the Mo family's territory into two, but the leader of the Moh family has already laid a secret plan. Xia Kui's strategy may not be successful."

"The foster father means Han Di?"

"The leader of the Mohist family had already laid a secret hand in Korea four years ago, and my peasant family only entered Korea last year. Although everything is going well now, the peasant family's power has begun to develop into the Central Plains. But Situ Wanli has already I feel the pressure. I am afraid that if the farmer and the Mo family fall out, Situ Wanli’s business will not be possible."

This was the first time Zhu Zhong heard the news and couldn't help but be a little confused.

"Why didn't the adoptive father tell Xia Kui the news?"

"It's not that Xiakui doesn't know it, it's just that he has to do it!" The Zhu family shook their heads and sighed, "I was originally Weng's son-in-law, but why did he end up like this!"

What was revealed in the last sentence of the Zhu family made Zhu Zhong stunned, as if he had heard some secrets that his identity did not understand.

Weng son-in-law?

Could it be!

"That's all!" The Zhu family waved their hands, "You must obey the orders of the hero, and you must save your friends. I will take two disciples to Lingjian Villa to attend the wedding banquet where Mo Ru gave birth to his son. You guard Shennong Hall, if If there is any change in the Mo family, let us know immediately."

"Yes!" Zhu Zhong cupped his hands and frowned when he raised his head, "But is it too dangerous to bring only two people?"

"After all, Lingjian Villa is in the Wei Kingdom's territory, and Waihuang Ling is Mo Rusheng's old friend, so there won't be any problems."

Lingjian Villa, in a quiet room.

The net invaded the villa and succeeded repeatedly in the past few days, killing the disciples and guests of Lingjian Villa.

Seeing that his son's wedding period is about to end, he has drawn a trap like this, just to show off his lustful power in the world of Wei.

If the trap cannot be repelled, the name of Lingjian Villa will probably plummet in the world.

Seeing the disciples who were usually close to him die in front of him, Mo Rusheng felt sad but felt a little numb in his heart.

Later, Mo Rusheng didn't care that much. At this moment, he felt that his heart was surprisingly cold, and all his thoughts were focused on Mo Xie.

The true energy is steaming. Mo Rusheng, as usual, wanted to try to subdue the murderous spirit of general Mo Xie.

But, as usual, he failed.

Struggling out from the drowning suffocation, Mo Rusheng looked at the two swords in front of him and sighed sadly.

"I learned swordsmanship since I was a child, and I became famous all over the world when I was young. But why now, I still can't master the fifth sword in the world."

The slightly vicissitudes of words resounded in the quiet room. Mo Rusheng didn't expect anyone to answer, but he finally received the answer.

"Each sword has its own characteristics. The power of Tai'a, the unparalleled power of Chunjun, the Yunsheng of Qiuli, the Yichen of Lingxu..."

Word after word came, the person who came was holding a long sword with a strange shape and wearing the face armor of the Qin army.

"Cover the sun!"

Unexpectedly, Mo Rusheng did not immediately summon the masters in the villa, but instead waited for Zhan Ri's next words.

"Every world-famous sword is extraordinary, and not all swordsmen can master it. Only those with extraordinary talent and matching personalities can master it. In other words, every sword has its own master. Or, There are also experts in Taoism who are not disturbed by external objects, but can control the will of the sword and become the master of the sword. However, how many such people have there since ancient times? If a famous sword cannot wait for its master, how can it be left empty? In the box?"

"what do you want to say?"

Zhanri's words seemed to have great temptation. Although Mo Rusheng knew the danger, he could not resist the temptation.

"This is the meaning of the existence of the snare. To be able to control these famous swords without being in harmony with the sword's nature is to completely obey the sword's intention instead of controlling it. People in the world often ridicule that the sword slaves in the snare, It is denounced as evil. However, who can understand the profoundness of it?"

"That's nonsense!"

Mo Rusheng drew his sword and moved his blood-red sword forward, slashing straight towards Zhenri.

Zhanri pulled out his long sword and blocked it instantly.

The two sword energies collided, causing the void to vibrate. Mo Rusheng was defeated by Zhenri's powerful sword intent and took a few steps back.

"If you can't control the generals now, how can you be my opponent?"

The disciples in the villa felt something unusual and rushed out of the quiet room, but were blocked by Mo Rusheng.

"Don't come in!"

Zhan Ri smiled and was not in a hurry to get General Mo Xie. He looked at Mo Rusheng and put away the sword in his hand.

"Think carefully about what I just said. Are the so-called good and evil really that important?"

Zhanri turned his back, and soon the figure headed outside the house.

A group of disciples shouted in harmony and chased to cover the sun. However, Mo Rusheng's heart was agitated and he had no intention of caring about external matters. Instead, he looked at the general in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Holding the general in his hand, he felt the edge of the sword. Although the killing intent of this sword was constantly eroding his heart, the feeling of holding it in his hand made Mo Rusheng feel great joy.

This feeling, in an instant, surpassed everything.