In the imperial court of Chang 'an.
Zhangsun Wuji's words stunned everyone!
Li Shiming stared at Zhangsun Wuji and said,""Continue!"
"Your Majesty, I met a person on the way to court. This person said that he had a valuable gift for Your Majesty.”
"A heavy gift?"
Li Shiming was confused by Zhangsun Wuji's words.
"What kind of gift is it that is worth mentioning in the hall?”
"Yuwen Huaji's head!"
" What?!"
In an instant, the royal court fell silent. Even Li Shimin, who was sitting steadily on the dragon throne, couldn't help but tremble and lose his composure.
"Has it appeared?"
"Could he be the person who investigated the bad guys?”
"What does he have to do with the Zhenguan Four Year Pact?”
Li Shi Min murmured and said,""Where is the giver?"
"Your Majesty, we are waiting outside the main hall.”
"Announce!"
Many armored guards had already entered the hall to protect the Emperor and the officials.
Then, a black-robed man walked into the hall.
All the civil and military officials in the court scrambled to see the appearance under the black robe.
"Mo Wu of the Mo Family greets Your Majesty."
His voice was deep and powerful.
If it was an ordinary person, they would have knelt down on the spot.
However, Mo Wu stood straight and looked straight at the platform.
"How dare you! Hurry up and bow!" An official shouted coldly.
With just a turn of his head, even though his face was covered by the bamboo hat, the official felt a chilling sensation.
"No need!"
Li Shi Min said loudly. At this moment, the only thing he cared about was what happened to Yuwen Huaji's head!
"Mo Family?"
"I ask you, did you say that I would give you a gift?”
Upon hearing this, Mo Wu's eyes shone with a scorching light under his bamboo hat.
"Not bad!"
As expected!
Li Shiming had thought of thousands of identities, but he never expected that he would be a member of the Mo Family.
But what is the meaning of the gift for me in the fourth year of Zhenguan?
"What is your purpose?"
Under the bamboo hat, Mo Wu said firmly,"This time, I came only for the four year promise of Zhenguan!”
"I want to use His Majesty's hand to prove to that senior that I, Mo Wu, am qualified to become his disciple!”
In the hall, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
Looking back, Mo Wu recounted the events of that day.
Back then, the Sui and Tang Dynasties were in chaos, and the various feudal lords were constantly fighting.
Even the Mohist family, which had no conflicts with the world, had no choice but to be dragged into this great chaos.
Mo Wu had also walked out of the sect at that time.
As a member of the younger generation of the Mo Family, Mo Wu could be said to be a rare genius of the Mo Family.
Whether it was in the art of traps or in forging, Mo Wu had a peerless talent.
However, on that afternoon, he met Perfected Zi Yang.
The glory of the past was crushed to pieces.
In the dojo, weapons that could be called divine weapons were displayed one by one.
The mechanisms and mysterious techniques refreshed his understanding.
If it weren't for the fact that the Mo Family worshipped the portrait of their ancestor every day, he would have mistaken it for the reincarnation of the ancestor.
However, just as he was about to learn and learn, the senior's words heavily fell on his heart.
"Although you have extraordinary talent, you are not qualified to be my disciple.”
Mo Wu was like a thunderbolt on a clear day. He asked in a daze,"Why?"
"Anyone who enters my sect must be a benevolent hero of the world, a mighty figure that can make ghosts and gods cry, or a heaven-sent genius.”
"Your aptitude is not enough!"
His words pierced into the depths of his heart like a thorn.
Before he left, his senior told him that if he wanted to become his disciple, he had to prove himself with enough strength.
The fourth year of Zhenguan was the stipulated date.
As Mo Wu recounted the past in the hall, everyone was deeply attracted by the mysterious senior's many deeds.
Only one of them had a strange change in expression.
Among the officials, Du Ruhui's eyes were burning.
His teacher was not dead!
And this Mo Wu was very likely to be his junior brother. Even if he had not entered the sect, he was inextricably linked to his teacher.
"Mo Wu, did you build the Manor of War?”
The sudden voice instantly interrupted everyone's attention.
Under the bamboo hat, his gaze turned and he looked at Du Ruhui from afar.
For some reason, Mo Wu felt a sense of familiarity with this mysterious person.
"Not bad!"
After receiving Mo Wu's approval, everyone present clicked their tongues in wonder.
After all, they had heard about the ruins of the Manor of War.
If all the cities copied the fortress of the Manor of Ares, it would be as sturdy as an iron wall.
At this moment, Du Ruhui's eyes burned with a strange light.
It couldn't be wrong, absolutely not!
Mo Wu was definitely his junior brother!
Only his teacher had such a heaven-defying method to fuse ordinary objects like an iron wall.
"Mo Wu, where did you go after you left the Manor of Ares?”
Li Shi Min quickly asked.
At this moment, Li Shi Min really wanted to know the truth behind these things.
In other words, he wanted to know more about the legendary deeds of the person behind him.
Under the bamboo hat, Mo Wu pondered for a long time before letting out a long breath.
"I'm searching for Senior's traces."
"During that period of time, I once pursued Senior's shadow deep into the grasslands, deserts…"
Mo Wu's tone was extremely slow and calm.
However, it was lifelike and had flesh and blood.
During that period of time, Mo Wu followed the figure of that senior and lived in the depths of the grasslands.
Over there, he witnessed the might of a celestial being and the ability to make ghosts and gods cry.
Senior, you smashed the gate of the grassland tribe with your iron chimney-like object.
A man, a horse, and a pair of hammers charged in and out seven times!!!
Just one person had killed tens of thousands of soldiers, causing them to abandon their armor and flee in all directions.
On top of the city wall, blood soaked the battle robes. The twin hammers looked dark and red under the bright sun.
A furious roar caused the warhorses to cry out in fear.
"I will smile at the heavens with my saber, leaving my guts behind!”
No one knew where he came from, but his reputation had long been deeply imprinted in the hearts of these people.
For more than half a month, the blood in the city had not dried up.
Every night, it was as if someone could be heard wailing in the city.
Peerless War Ghost!
That was the title that the grassland tribe had given to their seniors, and it was also a nightmare that existed in their hearts.
This caused no one to dare to step foot here for the past 10 years.
From then on, this place became a deserted city.
And the locals called this city 'War Ghost City'!
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