Chapter 149: Farewell To The Banished Mo Family [II]
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The Mo family has a total of eighty three members. Today was the day when Mo Qingshan and the Mo family would be leaving the capital for the deserted region known as the Desolate City.
Zhao Ling agreed with Lu Ziqing early on that she and Meng Yuan would see off the Mo family at the ten-mile pavilion outside the city.
Lu Ziqing specially prepared carriages for several older Mo family members. Although the conditions were extremely simple, it was better than a prison carriage.
Although the rest of the Mo family didn't have a carriage to sit on, Lu Ziqing only ordered them to be handcuffed and shackled instead of the heavy shackles. In this way, the long journey on the road to exile can finally be a little easier.
At this time, Mo Qingshan and the other three Mo family members who were sitting on the carriage had already lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. They also had shackles on their hands and feet.
Zhao Ling pushed Meng Yuan forward and came to Mo Qingshan.
"Father." They both called out in unison.
Mo Qingshan nodded slightly, and Qing Zun's face became thinner due to this sudden change, but his expression was extremely indifferent.
As the head of the Mo family, he had experienced countless storms, and he had already cultivated the ability to be invisible before the collapse of Mount Tai.
When he adopted Yin Zhan back then, it wasn't that he didn't consider the worst outcome today, it was just that he didn't regret it. It was not his principle of life to see death and not save him. If he was asked to do it again, he would still make the same choice.
It was just because of his own kindness that the entire Mo family was exiled to a barren city, and generations had to leave their homes and their homeland. He looked back at the people of the Mo family who followed him, and felt shameless.
After sighing inwardly, Mo Qingshan introduced the other three Mo family elders to Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan one by one.
One of them, with a long face and black beard, was taller than Mo Qingshan. He was Mo Qingshan's cousin. The other two oldest men were both white-bearded and white-haired. They were Mo Qingshan's uncles, and Zhao Ling called them "uncles" respectfully.
As for Mo Qingshan's own family, since Mo Yan died seven years ago, he had been the only one left.
Momen was the number one sect in the world. Although there were many capable people and disciples all over the world, the Mo clan was actually not prosperous, and there were faint signs of decline in recent years.
Among the eighty-three Mo family members distributed today, half of them were servants and disciples who were unwilling to leave the Mo family and follow them to the death. There were not many real Mo family members.
With Lu Ziqing's permission, the officers of the Ministry of Justice opened the handcuffs and shackles for Mo Qingshan and the other three elders of the Mo family. The four entered the pavilion with Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan, and sat around on the stone bench.
Zhao Ling filled the wine glasses in front of Mo Qingshan and the three elders of the Mo family one by one, as well as Meng Yuan and himself, then picked up the wine glasses and said, "Foster father, Uncle Mo, and two uncles, this trip is a long way and a long journey. It's extremely difficult, Ling'er wishes you a safe journey and a smooth arrival."
Meng Yuan couldn't easily drink alcohol because of the treatment of his cold poison affliction, but at this moment, how could he do without alcohol?
Since Ling'er poured this wine by herself, she must have meant it too, so he could drink it with confidence.
He raised his glass, his tone equally low. "Father, everyone, take care all the way."
Meng Yuan was not a talkative person at first, so was his farewell speech at the moment, which was very concise and to the point.
Several people drank the wine in the glass.
Mo Qingshan drank his glass of wine and exchanged meaningful glances with the other senior Mo family, and then solemnly said to Zhao Ling, "Ling'er, come here."
Seeing his solemn expression, Zhao Ling seemed to have something important to support, so he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately got up and came to stand in front of him according to the words.
"What did the adoptive father command?" she asked with her head lowered.
However, Mo Qingshan took out a black token from his arms and said solemnly to Zhao Ling, "Kneel down."
Zhao Ling looked up at him puzzled. After seeing the black token in his hand, although she didn't know what it was, she suddenly felt a sense of solemnity when she saw the solemn expressions of Mo Qingshan and the other elders. This was a share nameless pressure.
Since Mo Qingshan was her adoptive father, it was only natural for her to kneel to him.
Zhao Ling obediently knelt down in front of him, bowing her head and waiting.
Mo Qingshan held the black token and said in a serious tone: "Ling'er, this Mozi order was made by the first head of my Mo family. It has been kept by the highest deacon of the Mo family in all dynasties, and it is an order for the people of the Mo family in the world. Father is passing this order to you, I hope you can make good use of it, and lead the people of Momen well."
Mozi order? She had heard Meng Yuan mention that this order of Mozi was the token of the head of the Mo clan. Seeing this order was like seeing the head. With this order, she could give orders to the people of the Mo family all over the world.
Since the first head of the Momen went away, because the position of the head of the Momen has been vacant, this token has been kept by the successive elders.
But now, Mo Qingshan actually wants to pass the order of Mozi to her? Zhao Ling raised her head in astonishment, and looked at Meng Yuan in disbelief.
Meng Yuan's cold and handsome face was also a little moved. He used to be a member of Momen, so he naturally knew the weight of this token.
Now that Mo Qingshan passed the token to Zhao Ling, it was equivalent to entrusting the entire Momen to her.
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The Mo family has a total of eighty three members. Today was the day when Mo Qingshan and the Mo family would be leaving the capital for the deserted region known as the Desolate City.
Zhao Ling agreed with Lu Ziqing early on that she and Meng Yuan would see off the Mo family at the ten-mile pavilion outside the city.
Lu Ziqing specially prepared carriages for several older Mo family members. Although the conditions were extremely simple, it was better than a prison carriage.
Although the rest of the Mo family didn't have a carriage to sit on, Lu Ziqing only ordered them to be handcuffed and shackled instead of the heavy shackles. In this way, the long journey on the road to exile can finally be a little easier.
At this time, Mo Qingshan and the other three Mo family members who were sitting on the carriage had already lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. They also had shackles on their hands and feet.
Zhao Ling pushed Meng Yuan forward and came to Mo Qingshan.
"Father." They both called out in unison.
Mo Qingshan nodded slightly, and Qing Zun's face became thinner due to this sudden change, but his expression was extremely indifferent.
As the head of the Mo family, he had experienced countless storms, and he had already cultivated the ability to be invisible before the collapse of Mount Tai.
When he adopted Yin Zhan back then, it wasn't that he didn't consider the worst outcome today, it was just that he didn't regret it. It was not his principle of life to see death and not save him. If he was asked to do it again, he would still make the same choice.
It was just because of his own kindness that the entire Mo family was exiled to a barren city, and generations had to leave their homes and their homeland. He looked back at the people of the Mo family who followed him, and felt shameless.
After sighing inwardly, Mo Qingshan introduced the other three Mo family elders to Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan one by one.
One of them, with a long face and black beard, was taller than Mo Qingshan. He was Mo Qingshan's cousin. The other two oldest men were both white-bearded and white-haired. They were Mo Qingshan's uncles, and Zhao Ling called them "uncles" respectfully.
As for Mo Qingshan's own family, since Mo Yan died seven years ago, he had been the only one left.
Momen was the number one sect in the world. Although there were many capable people and disciples all over the world, the Mo clan was actually not prosperous, and there were faint signs of decline in recent years.
Among the eighty-three Mo family members distributed today, half of them were servants and disciples who were unwilling to leave the Mo family and follow them to the death. There were not many real Mo family members.
With Lu Ziqing's permission, the officers of the Ministry of Justice opened the handcuffs and shackles for Mo Qingshan and the other three elders of the Mo family. The four entered the pavilion with Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan, and sat around on the stone bench.
Zhao Ling filled the wine glasses in front of Mo Qingshan and the three elders of the Mo family one by one, as well as Meng Yuan and himself, then picked up the wine glasses and said, "Foster father, Uncle Mo, and two uncles, this trip is a long way and a long journey. It's extremely difficult, Ling'er wishes you a safe journey and a smooth arrival."
Meng Yuan couldn't easily drink alcohol because of the treatment of his cold poison affliction, but at this moment, how could he do without alcohol?
Since Ling'er poured this wine by herself, she must have meant it too, so he could drink it with confidence.
He raised his glass, his tone equally low. "Father, everyone, take care all the way."
Meng Yuan was not a talkative person at first, so was his farewell speech at the moment, which was very concise and to the point.
Several people drank the wine in the glass.
Mo Qingshan drank his glass of wine and exchanged meaningful glances with the other senior Mo family, and then solemnly said to Zhao Ling, "Ling'er, come here."
Seeing his solemn expression, Zhao Ling seemed to have something important to support, so he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately got up and came to stand in front of him according to the words.
"What did the adoptive father command?" she asked with her head lowered.
However, Mo Qingshan took out a black token from his arms and said solemnly to Zhao Ling, "Kneel down."
Zhao Ling looked up at him puzzled. After seeing the black token in his hand, although she didn't know what it was, she suddenly felt a sense of solemnity when she saw the solemn expressions of Mo Qingshan and the other elders. This was a share nameless pressure.
Since Mo Qingshan was her adoptive father, it was only natural for her to kneel to him.
Zhao Ling obediently knelt down in front of him, bowing her head and waiting.
Mo Qingshan held the black token and said in a serious tone: "Ling'er, this Mozi order was made by the first head of my Mo family. It has been kept by the highest deacon of the Mo family in all dynasties, and it is an order for the people of the Mo family in the world. Father is passing this order to you, I hope you can make good use of it, and lead the people of Momen well."
Mozi order? She had heard Meng Yuan mention that this order of Mozi was the token of the head of the Mo clan. Seeing this order was like seeing the head. With this order, she could give orders to the people of the Mo family all over the world.
Since the first head of the Momen went away, because the position of the head of the Momen has been vacant, this token has been kept by the successive elders.
But now, Mo Qingshan actually wants to pass the order of Mozi to her? Zhao Ling raised her head in astonishment, and looked at Meng Yuan in disbelief.
Meng Yuan's cold and handsome face was also a little moved. He used to be a member of Momen, so he naturally knew the weight of this token.
Now that Mo Qingshan passed the token to Zhao Ling, it was equivalent to entrusting the entire Momen to her.
The Mo family has a total of eighty three members. Today was the day when Mo Qingshan and the Mo family would be leaving the capital for the deserted region known as the Desolate City. Zhao Ling agreed with Lu Ziqing early on that she and Meng Yuan would see off the Mo family at the ten-mile pavilion outside the city.Lu Ziqing specially prepared carriages for several older Mo family members. Although the conditions were extremely simple, it was better than a prison carriage. Although the rest of the Mo family didn't have a carriage to sit on, Lu Ziqing only ordered them to be handcuffed and shackled instead of the heavy shackles. In this way, the long journey on the road to exile can finally be a little easier.At this time, Mo Qingshan and the other three Mo family members who were sitting on the carriage had already lifted the curtain and jumped out of the carriage. They also had shackles on their hands and feet.Zhao Ling pushed Meng Yuan forward and came to Mo Qingshan."Father." They both called out in unison.Mo Qingshan nodded slightly, and Qing Zun's face became thinner due to this sudden change, but his expression was extremely indifferent.As the head of the Mo family, he had experienced countless storms, and he had already cultivated the ability to be invisible before the collapse of Mount Tai.When he adopted Yin Zhan back then, it wasn't that he didn't consider the worst outcome today, it was just that he didn't regret it. It was not his principle of life to see death and not save him. If he was asked to do it again, he would still make the same choice.It was just because of his own kindness that the entire Mo family was exiled to a barren city, and generations had to leave their homes and their homeland. He looked back at the people of the Mo family who followed him, and felt shameless.After sighing inwardly, Mo Qingshan introduced the other three Mo family elders to Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan one by one.One of them, with a long face and black beard, was taller than Mo Qingshan. He was Mo Qingshan's cousin. The other two oldest men were both white-bearded and white-haired. They were Mo Qingshan's uncles, and Zhao Ling called them "uncles" respectfully.As for Mo Qingshan's own family, since Mo Yan died seven years ago, he had been the only one left.Momen was the number one sect in the world. Although there were many capable people and disciples all over the world, the Mo clan was actually not prosperous, and there were faint signs of decline in recent years. Among the eighty-three Mo family members distributed today, half of them were servants and disciples who were unwilling to leave the Mo family and follow them to the death. There were not many real Mo family members.With Lu Ziqing's permission, the officers of the Ministry of Justice opened the handcuffs and shackles for Mo Qingshan and the other three elders of the Mo family. The four entered the pavilion with Zhao Ling and Meng Yuan, and sat around on the stone bench.Zhao Ling filled the wine glasses in front of Mo Qingshan and the three elders of the Mo family one by one, as well as Meng Yuan and himself, then picked up the wine glasses and said, "Foster father, Uncle Mo, and two uncles, this trip is a long way and a long journey. It's extremely difficult, Ling'er wishes you a safe journey and a smooth arrival."Meng Yuan couldn't easily drink alcohol because of the treatment of his cold poison affliction, but at this moment, how could he do without alcohol?Since Ling'er poured this wine by herself, she must have meant it too, so he could drink it with confidence.He raised his glass, his tone equally low. "Father, everyone, take care all the way."Meng Yuan was not a talkative person at first, so was his farewell speech at the moment, which was very concise and to the point.Several people drank the wine in the glass.Mo Qingshan drank his glass of wine and exchanged meaningful glances with the other senior Mo family, and then solemnly said to Zhao Ling, "Ling'er, come here."Seeing his solemn expression, Zhao Ling seemed to have something important to support, so he didn't dare to neglect, and immediately got up and came to stand in front of him according to the words."What did the adoptive father command?" she asked with her head lowered.However, Mo Qingshan took out a black token from his arms and said solemnly to Zhao Ling, "Kneel down."Zhao Ling looked up at him puzzled. After seeing the black token in his hand, although she didn't know what it was, she suddenly felt a sense of solemnity when she saw the solemn expressions of Mo Qingshan and the other elders. This was a share nameless pressure.Since Mo Qingshan was her adoptive father, it was only natural for her to kneel to him.Zhao Ling obediently knelt down in front of him, bowing her head and waiting.Mo Qingshan held the black token and said in a serious tone: "Ling'er, this Mozi order was made by the first head of my Mo family. It has been kept by the highest deacon of the Mo family in all dynasties, and it is an order for the people of the Mo family in the world. Father is passing this order to you, I hope you can make good use of it, and lead the people of Momen well."Mozi order? She had heard Meng Yuan mention that this order of Mozi was the token of the head of the Mo clan. Seeing this order was like seeing the head. With this order, she could give orders to the people of the Mo family all over the world.Since the first head of the Momen went away, because the position of the head of the Momen has been vacant, this token has been kept by the successive elders.But now, Mo Qingshan actually wants to pass the order of Mozi to her? Zhao Ling raised her head in astonishment, and looked at Meng Yuan in disbelief.Meng Yuan's cold and handsome face was also a little moved. He used to be a member of Momen, so he naturally knew the weight of this token. Now that Mo Qingshan passed the token to Zhao Ling, it was equivalent to entrusting the entire Momen to her.
