The southeast corner, through Wei Town, is the standard land of fish and rice, with thousands of acres of fertile land and thousands of wealthy households, all located here.

Among them, the most noteworthy is the wealthy family of Mofu, who moved from other places ten years ago, and the small family has become the richest person in this Jingwei town in just ten years.

As the richest man in Jingwei, Mo Tianzhen, who has a mixed reputation in the whole town, as a businessman tycoon, can be said to have obtained most of the Jingwei town and the surrounding fertile fields.

Jingwei Town, just after the spring rain, is exceptionally fresh and beautiful, and the sky is as blue as the sky everywhere, like a dream.

These days, Jingwei Town is particularly lively, because not long ago, a young Taoist from the Jingshe Immortal Sect decided to go down the mountain to collect disciples.

This is a great good thing for everyone, you must know that the Jingshe Immortal Sect on Qingfeng Mountain is a place where immortals gather.

It is rumored that there are many masters who have risen there, and they will not easily go down the mountain to collect apprentices. Now there are masters going down the mountain, but it is really an opportunity that countless people can't ask for.

These days, one by one, the wealthy aristocrats are squeezing their heads, trying their best just to let the Taoist take a look at themselves more.

But after a few days, this master of the world also ate and drank well, and he also watched a lot of handsome young people, but none of them took a fancy to him.

While everyone was busy being able to be taken a look at by the young immortals who came down from Qingfeng Mountain, only the gate of the Mofu through Wei Shouhao was tightly closed, and it seemed that he was extremely unwilling to see this rare opportunity.

I had to bother the gods who came down from Qingfeng Mountain to knock on the door of his house in person, and it took a long time before a maid slowly opened the door.

The young Taoist was pleasant, smiled slightly and became more cordial, and said softly: "In the lower law number Yifan..."

Before he finished his words at home, he saw the maid in the palm of his hand, put down a small handful of silver, and whispered, "For you." ”

The door was closed again, and the Taoist who claimed to be a fan looked at the silver in his hand in a daze, relieved himself, remained silent, put the broken silver in his palm into his pocket, and continued to knock on the door.

The door was opened again, and the same maid opened the door again, and when she saw that it was the same person, before he could speak, she complained first: "I said what is the matter with you? Didn't you just give you silver? Why haven't you even reached a fart yet? Here it again is, really our young master's money was picked up from the ground." ”

The Taoist face did not change, shook his head slightly, and was about to talk eloquently: "Girl, I'm not here to ask for money, I am..."

"You still want to stay here and not leave, do you? ”

The Taoist was still not finished, and was speechless by the maid's fast and fierce words, and heard a bang, a cold wind rushed towards him, and the door was slammed shut again.

This time, the Taoist can be regarded as stunned, this little girl looks like a small jasper, but she can't talk or do anything.

The Taoist knocked on the door for the third time, and he had already breathed a full sigh before knocking on the door, as long as the other party opened the door, he should quickly finish what he wanted to say, so as not to close the door again.

The door was opened again, and the Taoist took care of him, and immediately opened his mouth and said quickly: "I am not here to ask for food." I saw auspicious clouds from the sky in your mansion from afar...... Specially came from Qingfeng Mountain, and said goodbye. ”

It was about too fast and a little excited, and after this series of words, the spittle spewed out like a torrential rain, and he didn't see clearly that the person who opened the door at this time was not the maid before.

The man standing at the door, wiping the spit on his face with his right hand, was Mo Tianzhi, the owner of the Mo Mansion, wearing a loose dress, with upright facial features and a slightly burly figure, standing in front of him, giving people a feeling that the green mountains were standing tall.

The Taoist was surprised and embarrassed, and after smiling, he turned his gaze slightly, and saw the maid from before, standing behind the door with his head down, and from time to time he cast a threatening gaze at him.

Mo Tian saw this person, turned around quietly, and said calmly: "Come in." ”

At the same time as the Taoist walked in, he glanced at the man in front of him by the way, slightly stunned, and then the unexpected horror was perfectly concealed into a shallow smile.

The maid followed Mo Tian and came to the door of a small courtyard, the courtyard was neat and clean, a spring plum tree in the corner of the courtyard bloomed quietly like a beauty, and there were five or six family members standing in front of the door, one by one as tall as a green pine.

Mo Tianzhi squinted, glanced at the maid, and said casually: "Go and call out the tears." ”

The maid lowered her head a little lower, and said softly: "The young master is still asleep." ”

"It's not easy for that kid to have a loyal maid like you!"

Mo Tianzhi smiled coldly, waved his hand casually, and five or six green pine-like family members immediately rushed into the door, and five or six people carried out with the bed.

The maid raised her eyes slightly, surprised, and then closed her eyes deadly, and a helpless expression was vividly portrayed on her face.

On a large bed, there was a young man lying reclining, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a thin body, a slightly pale face, and his eyes were quietly closed, as if he was asleep.

Mo Tianzhen smiled strangely, walked around the big bed slowly, and yelled: "If you give me back the clothes, your mother won't recognize you when I beat you." ”

As soon as these words came out, a clear voice like a bell came from outside the hospital, "Who dare me?"

Then, I saw a dignified and elegant lady walking over, wearing a pink skirt and a thin white cloak behind her, she was already a half-old, but she was still beautiful and unparalleled.

This is Fang Xiaomei, the hostess of the Mo Mansion.

Mo Tianzhi immediately greeted him modestly, tightened the other party's clothes, and said softly: "Why is Madam here, it's cold outside." ”

Fang Xiaomei snorted and said angrily: "If I don't come, I shouldn't recognize my son." ”

"How so? I'm just scaring him, and I won't really do it. But this stinky boy really owes a beating. If I don't control it later, you're going to stop me?"

Mo Tianzhi said in an extremely low voice: For fear of being listened to.

Fang Xiaomei smiled slightly and nodded again and again.

It's strange to say, which rich boy in Jingwei Town doesn't like to stir up the wind and clouds, and doesn't like the wind and snow. But the eldest young master of the Mo family can really be described as a rare gentleman among people, and he has never set foot in the land of wind and moon.

He has never been able to walk through the door all day, and he has never heard of any special hobbies, so there are many people who want to talk to him, but they have never found any way.

Which rich young master doesn't have five or six personal maids around him, and the lady who accompanies the bed, but this rich young master of the Mo family who can't be richer anymore really doesn't understand the style, and there is only one bed-warming maid by his side.

It is said that the maid was loyal to him, saying that it was a warm bed, but in fact she had never even sat on the side of the other party's bed, so many rich sons gave him a literary crepe nickname Mo Taixu.

Mo Tianzhi wanted to scold loudly again, but was stopped by the Taoist waving his hand, he surrounded the bedside and looked at the rich young master with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

Mo Tianzhu also bent down, smiling all over his face, with good words and persuasion, with a sense of abduction in his persuasion, "Tears! This is the immortal in the Jingshe Immortal Sect on Qingfeng Mountain, and he deliberately wants to accept you as an apprentice? If you go, maybe you can also be an immortal and be admired by thousands of people, how good." ”

The eldest young master of the Mo family ignored him at all, quietly closed his eyes, and if it weren't for the hint of disdain that came out of the corner of his mouth, no one could really see that he was pretending to be asleep.

The Taoist was still looking at the eldest young master of the Mo family carefully, lifting his arm from time to time, touching his shoulder, following his back, and looking down.

Poof! A loud fart suddenly sounded, and it happened that the Taoist's cheek was in front of the buttocks of the eldest young master of the Mo family, and he reacted very quickly, covering his mouth, and retreating again and again.

The maid on the side couldn't help it, and let out a muffled laugh, and Mo Tianzhen and his wife could only shake their heads.

The Taoist coughed slightly, squeezed out a smile, and said excitedly: "Genius, if you are really a genius, you have a wonderful root." Poor Dao must accept him as a closed disciple. ”

The eldest young master of the Mo family couldn't hold back any longer, sat up suddenly, and yelled: "I'm blind to your dog's eyes! Could it be that you know people by smelling farts?"

The old man smiled strangely. It was very obscene, shaking his head and saying seriously: "Heavenly machine, don't say it." ”

The eldest young master of the Mo family secretly looked at the other party. Dressed in a shabby Taoist robe, his face revealed a look of impropriety, if it weren't for the red sandalwood mahogany sword behind his back and his skillful finger pinching movements, he really couldn't see that he was a Taoist priest, let alone the word dust, as for the immortals?

Mo Tear said helplessly: "Master, you take a good look at me again, you can't carry it with your hands, you can't bear it on your shoulders, not to mention the root bones are wonderful, if you can find a good bone, it's all good." Please take a good look at it, in case you look away this time, wouldn't it be an insult to your reputation in this life. ”

The Taoist shook his head with a smile and said kindly: "Poor Dao will not be wrong, you are the strange person that Poor Dao is looking for." ”

Every smile of the Taoist seems particularly strange in the eyes of Mo Tear, and he always feels that the other party is because of one of his own farts, so he insists on saying that he has good roots, accepts him as an apprentice, and slowly tortures him in the future.

The eldest young master of the Mo family regretted it very much, why didn't he let out that fart just now? Can't hold it back? No, he put it on purpose.

This deliberate act has now turned into an accident for him.

The eldest young master of the Mo family simply said bluntly: "I heard that these days, a Taoist priest who cheated on food and drink, it must be you, I have asked my maid to send you some silver, is it too little? How much do you want? Let's discuss, Dad, you are right?"

Hearing this, the Daoist's face remained unchanged, Mo Tianzhu was instantly furious, and slapped it, Fang Xiaomei didn't pay attention for a while, and really threw it heavily in his face.

The eldest young master of the Mo family was almost fainted by a fan, five fiery red fingers appeared on his pale face, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Mo Tianzhi didn't expect to really hit him, so he simply scolded loudly, "Don't be so unreasonable to the masters." ”

The eldest young master of the Mo family covered his hot face, slowly turned his head, stared fiercely at Mo Tianzhu, who was worried about his son's injury, and said lightly: "There is a second child, you just want to drive me away so much, it's right! I have worked hard for fifteen years to raise me, and you should also drive me away." ”

Fang Xiaomei's heart tightened, her lips moved, and she stumbled: "Tears, you, what do you mean by this?"

Mo Tear sneered loudly and said solemnly: "You have to drive me away, what else is there to hide? Am I not the adopted son you brought back? You can abandon me whenever you want, you don't need to make a lot of excuses, just talk to me directly, I will not be here by all." ”

Mo Tianzhen's heart instantly cooled, and he scolded angrily: "You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Mo Tear smiled quietly and bitterly.

Suddenly, Mo Tian was angry, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out.

This frightened Mo Tear, and he just wanted to reach out to help his father, but he retracted his hand, and all his worries were seamlessly concealed into a trace of sadness.

"Are you okay?" Fang Xiaomei asked anxiously, looking at the ink tears on the bed fiercely at the same time.

Mo Tianfeng shook his head and said weakly: "No matter what you say, in the future, a mortal Taoist will be your master, so follow him well." ”

Mo Tianzhen was supported by his family and slowly walked away.

Fang Xiaomei, who had always treated him like a treasure, was also full of anger at this time, "Look, what have you made your father angry with, I am really used to you on weekdays, you can listen to your father's arrangement in this matter and follow the master up the mountain." ”

Mo Tear was sad, and her voice was choked, "Mother, I ask you one last thing, will I leave tomorrow? The eldest sister will get married tomorrow, and I want to send her." ”

Fang Xiaomei nodded quietly, shook off a handkerchief fiercely, and turned to leave, "Wipe it well." ”

After everyone left, the entire courtyard was left with only ink tears and a mortal Taoist.

Mo Tear looked at the other party seriously again. I was sure that this person was a god stick who walked down from Qingfeng Mountain.

Mo Tear has not been interested in cultivation since he was a child, and he doesn't think that he really has any Qi Jia roots, except for some strange dreams occasionally, he is no different from ordinary people.

One of the most common dreams is to dream of a soul floating into one's body, and what is particularly striking is that the soul has a pair of sapphire eyes, which is extremely scary.

Over the past thousands of years, although there have been countless legends of feathering and ascending, who has really seen it? Those cultivators who have worked hard to cultivate have only lived for decades or hundreds of years longer than others. What's the point?

Within a few hours, horrific rumors spread throughout the town.

The eldest young master of the Mo family was actually favored by the immortals on Qingfeng Mountain, and he actually wanted to be accepted as a closed disciple, which caused heated discussions among countless people.

The others squeezed their heads one by one, and they offered hundreds of gold with their hands, but they never got a single ordinary Taoist to take a second look. The lucky Mo Taixu was actually seen to have a good bone because of a loud fart, which is simply incredible.

The eldest young master of the Mo family, nicknamed Mo Taixu, is not even blessed with women, and he still has the roots of cultivation, which is really unbelievable, and they all say that it is estimated that his rich father promised the immortal countless gold, silver and jewelry.

In short, there was a lot of discussion outside, and for a while, there were a lot of talking points on the dinner table and teahouse.