The departure of the various sects has deserted the Great Brahman sect a lot. Everyone in the Light Rain Garden will also go home today. Yan Qiu personally sent Yun Mengze and the others to the Fengling Ferry. This Hongmen banquet is more like a farce, and it ends without a hitch. As for the map, Yan Qiu was more concerned about how to eliminate the tumor within the faction as soon as possible.

The time was two days later. On a late autumn morning, in an abandoned grass temple house on the outskirts of Yicheng, Steward Mo led a little girl to stand in the wind. The grass temple house is dilapidated, and it should have experienced a lot of bloody rain. The cold hit, and the girl snuggled tightly to Steward Mo's side. Steward Mo's face was expressionless, but one hand hugged the girl tighter.

"Old man, who are we waiting for?" the cold wind blew, and the little girl sneezed, looking at Steward Mo with some impatience.

"Call uncle. Steward Mo didn't answer directly, and there was no sign of anger. If others say that he is old, that person is estimated to be a corpse at this moment. But the little girl in front of her is really like Lan Xuanyue when she was a child, and she is extremely lively.

Thinking of his young lady, Steward Mo suddenly looked helpless. Now Lan Xuanyue's cold arrogance made him a little overwhelmed.

"Hee-hee... Don't be ashamed, it's almost the same to call you grandpa. The girl covered her mouth with a small hand, mocking. The other hand was still pulling Steward Mo's clothes and did not let go.

One old and one young, three or two sentences, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and Steward Mo hugged the child tightly.

I don't know how long it took, but the sunlight had warmed up, and the fog around me had dissipated.

Not far away, a carriage became clearer and clearer, galloping to the front of the grass temple house, and before the carriage stopped, a person quickly jumped out of the carriage and walked into the temple quickly.

As soon as he entered the door, the man saw the girl at a glance, and he couldn't help but cry with joy.

"Old man, look at that person, how old he is and crying, it's really embarrassing. The little girl was not afraid of the people who suddenly broke into the grass temple. It's just that I don't understand, why is this person so sad, is it because he lost some beloved toy?

"Master Bai, I was ordered to wait here for a long time, and now I can finally return to Zhao. Steward Mo looked at Bai Feng, the once glorious head of the Yuxi faction, but now he is so down, the whole person is dusty, and he has lost his former domineering spirit at all. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, there is reincarnation in the way of heaven, who can escape.

"Thank you, the saving grace cannot be repaid. After speaking, Bai Feng took out an extremely ordinary sachet with both hands and handed it to Steward Mo.

"Miss said, for the sake of the child, just make a living in the future. You put it away, and when you get there, someone will pick it up, and no one will be embarrassed by you when you have it. Steward Mo took out a token and a burden and handed them to Bai Feng, then turned around and hugged the girl tightly.

"Old man, what are you doing, I'm quick... Out of breath. The little girl said angrily.

Steward Mo didn't say a word, and after a while, he handed her over to Bai Feng, and turned around to leave.

"Old man, I won't make you angry again, don't sell me, okay?" the girl cried as if she understood what was going to happen.

This cry was like countless sharp blades, cutting Steward Mo's heart with a thousand knives. Steward Mo didn't turn around, and walked straight away, but it was clear that something slipped from his eyes and wet his clothes.

"Uncle Mo......" Eager cries came out of the grass temple, Steward Mo stopped, his face distorted, and two lines of tears gushed out uncontrollably.

"Damn, Lao Tzu also wants to get married, and Lao Tzu also wants to give birth to a daughter...... "Steward Mo secretly decided.

In the grass temple house, the girl struggled hard, and Bai Feng hugged her tightly.

"Ling'er, I'm my father!"

The girl stopped struggling and looked at the person next to her in a choked voice.

"Dad, really... Is it you?" the girl carefully observed this person for a moment, who was this not Daddy? The cry sounded again, there was no fear, only the surprise of relatives getting together.

It didn't take long for the father and daughter to walk out of the grass temple house in each other's arms, get into the carriage, and soon disappear into the distance.

At noon, Qianmen Street was prosperous. The West Building is also crowded with people, and business is quite good. As soon as Steward Mo entered the door, he was stopped by a small si.

"Miss is back, it seems to be injured again!" Xiao Si's voice was extremely low, but Steward Mo could hear it clearly, and his face suddenly darkened. How can you still have the heart to get married!

"Miss alone?" asked Steward Mo. Xiao Si nodded.

"Men are not good things. Steward Mo threw down a good sentence and went upstairs in a hurry.

"What did I do wrong again?" Xiao Si muttered under his breath, not knowing what he meant.

"Come in. Before Steward Mo knocked on the door, a familiar voice came out of the room.

"Miss, are you injured again? Sure enough, men are unreliable, Miss will use us more in the future, free and reliable." After saying that, Steward Mo felt as if something was wrong. I just saw Lan Xuanyue smile a little, and I laughed too.

"Minor injuries, no problem. Done?"

"Hmm. Left by Bai Feng. I'm going to prepare food for Miss, and I'll have to make up for it. After speaking, Steward Mo retreated on his own.

Lan Xuanyue picked up the sachet, opened it and glanced at it, then closed it gently.

On the way back, Yun Mengze sat alone in a carriage, closely following behind Yun Ting's carriage. He took out the black iron token and examined it carefully. Suddenly, he noticed that the dragon on the token was gone, and only some strange totems remained.

"This is?" Yun Mengze carefully observed the changes in the token, and his mood gradually became depressed, this time he didn't find what he was looking for in Longyan Peak, and the matter of the map was also unsatisfactory.

A lot of time has been delayed, and the map must be found as soon as possible, Yun Mengze strongly feels that there must be some kind of connection between the map and the countercurrent time.

Just as he was thinking about it, the team had entered the Silvermoon Valley Realm. A breeze suddenly blew open the curtain of the carriage, Yun Mengze raised his eyes and looked out the window, Yinyue Valley really can be called a fairyland on earth, "I don't know how Lan Xuanyue and they are?"

"Oh, what the hell are you guys?"