Chang'an City, the mansion of the Mo family.

The old man stared at the clearing, his eyes were sharp, but his tone was quite gentle, as for the other people in the mansion, after hearing the old man's voice, they all came here and surrounded the clearing. Seeing that no one answered, but no one thought it was a joke when the old man was bored, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the old man spoke again: "In that case, don't blame me for being rude." After speaking, the white light on his hand lit up.

At this moment, out of the clearing, there was a sudden chuckle, and then a man in a gray robe appeared in everyone's sight, but he was holding an oil-paper umbrella and covering his face. He didn't care about the people around him, he just walked towards the old man step by step, as if he didn't see the white light gradually lit up on the old man's hand. Walking to the middle of the courtyard, it seemed that he could not stand the gaze of these people, and then stopped, and just stood there, without speaking, for a long time, and no one made a movement. So, on a cold winter night, such a strange picture appeared in the Mo family's mansion, a man holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a gray robe was surrounded by a group of people, but it was extremely quiet.

The old man has always been the one who is calm and calm, but tonight I don't know why, the person in front of him gives him a feeling that he is very close to death. Rao is him, and he can't stand the long-term suppression, but after all, he is still an elder of the Mo family, and the white light in his hand slowly faded, and then said softly: "I don't know what Your Excellency has to teach my Mo family?" "In the past, this Mo family elder would not be so polite, no matter what the people who came thought, it was impossible to treat the Mo family as nothing. But tonight, he didn't know that his humble attitude had saved many lives.

The man acted as if he didn't see the people around him, and then said, "Aren't the people of the Mo family coming to greet me?" Or do you not want me to come? The man's words were plain, but they were full of provocation, and it was even more insulting to the surrounding Mo family disciples. The old man's face was also a little unbearable, but he also knew that today, the person in front of him was not so easy to deal with. Although the voice of the person who came was very young, he didn't dare to underestimate the other party, and still asked humbly: "I don't know your Excellency, let me inform the people in the hall." "Tangli is the name given by these families to those true masters, and it is also the real core of the family.

As if helpless, the man slowly put down the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and then smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Since this is the case, it is the only way." After saying that, he raised his feet again and walked into the house step by step......

It's just that the people standing in the courtyard have already passed out, even the old man.

The next day, Chengdu, small talk Zhailu.

The idiot has woken up, and he is not very sad about the coma, because when he sees the master, he will feel at ease. When I went downstairs, I saw the woman teasing the master's flowers, so I thought she nodded, signaled hello, and then walked to the kitchen. After a while, he hurriedly ran out, but his face was full of surprise, and then he said to his master: "Master, hell, my snacks are gone." The serious expression on the little face made people feel very cute, Ming Yi smiled, and said dotingly: "There will be no ghosts here, and even if there is, there will be only one glutton." Looking at the idiot's serious expression, he didn't feel a little more relaxed, and then said: "Just go buy some for yourself." As soon as he finished speaking, Doctor Ming frowned, then got up and said, "Forget it, it's better for the master to accompany you." ”

The woman who was teasing the flowers and plants in the corner just now suddenly appeared in front of the two, "Okay." Hurry up, I'm hungry. ”

Life goes on no matter what happens.

Chang'an City, the mansion of the Mo family.

The man looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and didn't do anything else, and it didn't rain tonight, and there was no daylight, I don't know why the man was wearing an oil-paper umbrella?

Finally, the person who thought he was middle-aged came out, looking at the unconscious disciple, and there was no anger, but when he looked at the man, he still didn't get rid of the world after all, and waved his palm over, rolling up a gust of wind, but nothing happened when he flew in front of the man. With just a slight glance, the middle-aged man took a step back, and his heart couldn't help but be horrified. After a while, the contemporary head of the Mo family arrived.

The head of the Mo family is also a middle-aged man, but the temperament of being in a high position for a long time, coupled with the detachment of a cultivator, gives people another feeling. However, for men, it is just worldly.

When the head of the Mo family saw the man, his face became serious, and he asked directly, "Xiao Ash, what are you doing here?" And do this to my disciples. The voice was cold.

"I said that there was something to do with you, otherwise why would I have run so far. Since the visitor is a guest, don't you even invite me to a cup of tea? Little Gray said very lightly.

After hearing this, the head of the Mo family turned around and said, "Come on, set the tea." But he didn't say anything, feaster.