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Chapter 415: Must Be Handed In!

After a long time, the old man finally let out a sigh and nodded, but before he could start speaking, his whole body had begun to tremble.

"Master Mo Qing Mo, after Uncle Mo died, picked up the mantle of Uncle Mo, he is still a good man with a heroic spirit and a good man, a rainstorm pear flower gun in his hand, so that ten or eight adults can't get in, whether it is the kung fu in his hands, or the ability to break words and meanings, or the integrity of being a person, they are no different from the magnificent atmosphere of Uncle Mo......"

"But I didn't expect that a few days ago, maybe half a year ago, I don't know how, the original and beautiful Xianyun Yehe's life was broken...... "The old farmer said with emotion.

"Who broke it?" asked Zhao nervously.

"Who else can it be, Bai Society, the government. ”

The old farmer shook his head and sighed: "A few days ago, I didn't know what department of the local government was, and I heard that Master Mo had the ancestral rainstorm pear flower gun in his hand, so he kept sending people to harass him, saying that it was the planning and construction of the Tourism Bureau, and that Master Mo's house was going to be demolished...... It doesn't belong to Master Mo!!"

"Think about it, Master Mo's Mo family gun, whether it is the ability or the pear flower gun that has killed the devil, it is all inherited from Uncle Mo himself, and now, a bunch of dog mongrels with official hats are about to be confiscated, who can do it??"

"!!"

"It's really shameless!"

Zhao Yan's violent temper, after hearing this, he immediately became angry.

Yang Chen was also a little angry, but, relatively speaking, he was a lot calmer, after all, after so many years, the localist bureaucracy has seen a lot, and he is used to it.

"What happened later?" Yang Chen asked.

"Because I have been friends with Master Mo since childhood, after hearing about this, I also went up the mountain to find him, planning to think of a way together, but it is okay to run away, but Master Mo took into account that my eldest son had a car accident a few years ago, and now the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, and the younger son has some illnesses that also need to be taken care of, so he didn't let me get involved in his affairs......"

"However, I heard that Master Mo will never hand over the rainstorm pear flower gun, and he doesn't dare to do anything with the people in the government, I guess he will be arrested in the end......"

"Full of absurd words, a handful of bitter tears......"

"A gentleman who really has great skills and can read and hyphenate no longer exists in the new era...... Forcing you to die......"

After speaking, the old farmer wiped his tearful eyes and waved his hand: "If you want to go, go and have a look, but if you meet someone from the government, don't conflict with the people from the government, otherwise, they will dare to ......kill you."

After saying that, the old peasant left!

"It's so hateful!!"

Zhao Yan scolded: "Brother Chen, do you say that this group of people is not raised by a son of a bitch? How can the things that people inherit from their ancestors be material cultural heritage? This hat is too high, right? If I were Master Mo, I would have to kill all those bitches with a rainstorm!!"

"Hehe, do you dare?"

Yang Chen shook his head: "If you dare to do something to them, you will be wanted nationwide at that time, and when the time comes, I am afraid it will be even more bitter tears." ”

"Then there is nowhere to redress grievances, nowhere to reason?"

"Yes!"

Yang Chen said: "This must be a trick made by the local departments at the bottom! If the senior leaders knew that this kind of thing had happened, I guess they would all have to go around without food!! Let's go up the mountain and have a look......

"Okay!" Zhao Yan nodded: "If it happens that I run into them, Lao Tzu must chop them up with his own hands!!"

From the foot of the mountain, to a few wooden houses halfway up the mountain, it took them about half an hour or so.

When I walked near the wooden house, I heard that wood was being chopped inside for cooking.

There wasn't much anyone around.

The dilapidated wooden hut was covered with moss at the corners, and some flat ground was opened around it, and a thin layer of soil was laid on it, on which some greens with yellowing leaves grew.

This small courtyard is the most suitable to describe as poor.

In the center of the courtyard there are stone tables and benches made of stones, and the edges and corners have been smoothed out.

According to the old farmer's statement, as well as Uncle Hu's statement, this Master Mo intends to recuperate here and spend his old age in peace, in order to remember his master who died on the battlefield of the little devil, Uncle Mo.

"Master Mo......"

At this time, Yang Chen took out the high-grade Pu'er tea prepared in advance, as well as some other health gifts, and shouted.

Soon, an old man came out of the house, the old man was more than one meter seven tall, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his body was very tough and strong, and his temples were all half a hundred.

However, because of his lifelong martial arts practice, although Master Mo looks old, he has more heroic spirit, and he does not highlight the image of an old dragon clock.

"Who are you??" Master Mo picked up a whitish rag, wiped his hands, and then walked over and asked.

"Hehe, do you still remember Uncle Hurun? When I was on a mission, I was an old friend with Master Mo, and I came here today to visit you. ”

After speaking, Zhao Yan quickly handed over Uncle Hu's handwritten letter.

"Is it Hurun??"

"Yes, Master Mo, we are the descendants of Uncle Hu, this is polite, say hello to Master Mo......"

Hearing this name, Master Mo suddenly had a hint of hope and friendship in the corners of his eyes, and when he took the envelope, he didn't have time to invite Yang Chen and Zhao Yan to sit down, so he hurriedly looked at it.

Hu Runxin said that he knew that the Mo family's heirloom rainstorm pear flower gun used the stem of the lightning strike wood as the base support, just wanted to ask Master Mo if there is any place where this kind of lightning strike wood can be found for medicinal purposes.

After reading the handwritten letter, Mo Qing nodded.

"I see, it's a friend of the old man, two, please sit down......"

"Thank you, Master Mo. Yang Chen nodded and sat down.

The stone bench is cold, but the air in the rivers and lakes is warm.

Master Mo is alone, and he has no wife and children around him, so he needs to pour tea by himself.

Yang Chen hurriedly stood up and personally helped.

After the tea was poured, Mo Qing said, "It's been many years...... Speaking of Hurun, he was on a mission in 83, the two of us met once, and then we never met again, in the blink of an eye, thirty-five years long......"

"I haven't seen each other in thirty-five years. Zhao Yan sighed: "Half a life, you are just one side, but you remember each other's faces and handwriting, to be honest, this kind of true brotherhood, in today's society, it is difficult to find......"

Yang Chen's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect Zhao Yan, this kid to speak quite well.

At this time, Master Mo invited Yang Chen and Zhao Yi to take a sip of tea, and after chatting a few words, he went straight to the point: "You guys are here to find the Thunderbolt Mudra Stem??"