[The book continues from the above, the last book said that the container of the Emperor Mother of Pear was destroyed by karmic fire, and only the Yuan Shen survived, and Changshengdao had to find another container for the Emperor Mother of Pear again. And the decadent Mu Qingming has nothing to do for half a month, and spends all day with wine. Mo Han, who was scolded after persuading him, was about to leave the Mu family, and Mu Luo led his entourage to Kunming to teach Mu Qingming, who was drunk, a hard lesson. Led out Mu Luo's holding of green bamboo and bamboo branches, beat his son who couldn't make a weapon, and finally woke Mu Qingming up. 】

Although the woman on the other side smiled kindly, there were too many things that had happened recently, but Mo Han had never seen Mu Qingming's mother, so he couldn't help but be vigilant, and at the same time, he didn't let them in, and at the same time, he secretly lucked his demonic aura and prepared for defense.

"You're Mo Han." The woman said this with bent eyebrows and squinted eyes, and when she saw the tears on Mo Han's face, her smile suddenly froze, and then she asked in a deep voice with anger on her face: "Did that stinky boy bully you?" ”。

As soon as these words came out, Mo Han, who finally stopped sobbing, couldn't help but nodded, and said with tears in his eyes again: "Brother Qingming let me go." ”。

"It's the other way around." Mu Luo shouted angrily, and his right hand quickly reached into the sleeve of his left hand, from which a few points of starlight of different light and darkness could be faintly seen, and a soft blue light was drawn out from the sleeve that was constantly circulating, with a finger thick and no more than two inches long.

Seeing that she would also know Mu Qingming's tricks, Mo Han believed that she was really Mu Qingming's mother. At that moment, he saw Mu Luo's face of resentment, but he felt a little remorseful. I regretted that I shouldn't have told the other party about my grievances without thinking about it.

Looking at Mu Luo's slightly raised eyebrows, as well as the anger in his eyes, and the bamboo branch in his hand, he gently hit the palm of his other hand rhythmically, as if he was about to beat Mu Qingming.

"Mo Han, you take me to see him." Mu Luo said and walked towards the small courtyard.

Mo Han didn't dare to slack off, and seeing that the matter had come to this, she had no other choice but to take Mu Luo to the main hall in the small courtyard.

As he passed by the well, Mu Luo couldn't help but glance at the three bulging tombs in front of the east house.

Mo Han took Mu Luo to the second floor of the main hall, and when she walked to the door of the room on the second floor, she and Mu Luo both heard Mu Qingming's angry rebuke coming from behind the hidden door: "Didn't you get out of here?" What are you doing back! ”。

Mo Han was anxious for a while when he heard this, and he didn't care about thinking too much about Mu Qingming, but he naively hoped that Mu Luo didn't hear this.

But judging from the anger in Mu Luo's eyes, it was obvious that the other party had heard Mu Qingming's scolding.

Mu Luo didn't give Mo Han a chance to excuse Mu Qingming at all, and after a shake, Mu Luo was like a ghost, flashing into the house along the crack in the door.

Suddenly, someone flashed in front of him like lightning, Mu Qingming was startled, and immediately half sobered up; When he raised his head and saw clearly that the sunlight that blocked the carved flowers from the bed and penetrated into the room, and cast that the person who was looking down at him was his mother, Mu Qingming's drunkenness was completely sober.

"Mother!" Mu Qingming immediately threw away the wine jar in his hand, panicked and straightened the crumpled clothes on his body, knelt in front of Mu Luo's in a proper manner, and lowered his head: "Qingming give ...... to my mother."

"I'm going to beat you up for something!" Before he finished his words, Mu Luo did not hesitate to spin the bamboo branch in his hand lightly and raised it high at him.

The next second later, the bamboo branch fell with a strong wind, and with the power of overwhelming the mountains and the sea, it headed towards Mu Qingming's shoulder: "The day you became a dragon locker, you should know that our line of work is in danger of being retaliated by evil people and demons at any time; A wicked man's revenge, you just stay at home and get drunk, are you worthy of the three people buried in the courtyard? ”。

Mu Luo scolded and beat at the same time, and the blue bamboo branches in his hands waved intensively, falling on Mu Qingming's body like a raging storm. Every time it fell, the blue light and Mu Qingming's protective body True Qi collided suddenly, and then there was a crackling sound, bringing bursts of dazzling sparks that jumped and catapulted.

And Mo Han, who was standing outside the door, would suddenly twitch with the fall of the bamboo branches.

Mu Qingming gritted his teeth without saying a word, and maintained a kneeling posture on the ground from beginning to end, without snorting or screaming in pain, just silently endured the pain caused by the bamboo branch that broke through his protective body and fell on him.

"You have time to drink here, and if you get drunk, you might as well go and avenge them! You're a bad thing! After a moment of beating and scolding, Mu Luo stopped beating his son and gasped a few times; The anger on her face did not decrease but increased, and there were a few traces of hatred in it!

And the seemingly ordinary bamboo branch in Mu Luo's hand was actually intact after whipping his son dozens of times.

Mu Qingming, who was kneeling in front of her, the clothes on his body were already in tatters, and through the cracks that were torn by the whipping, he could clearly see that his shoulders and arms, as well as the skin and flesh of his back near the shoulders, had dozens of stripes of bruises and bruises, just like the irregular markings of the Dao, crisscrossing Mu Qingming's body.

Seeing this, Mo Han cried silently again in distress. She also wanted to step forward to protect Mu Qingming, but she hoped that this whipping would cheer Mu Qingming up. After thinking about it for a long time, she still chose to stay put.

"I don't want to do that either." Mu Qingming, who was still hanging his head, slowly clenched his fists, and after the nails of his ten fingers left a few conspicuous scratches on the wooden board under his palm, he said in a trembling voice: "But the Immortal Dao is too powerful, what should I use to fight them?" ”。

"Take humanity and persist in fighting!" Mu Luo, who was staring at his son, heard this, the anger on his face suddenly disappeared a little, and his tone eased a lot: "If others can't fight, you may not be able to fight." If this is your fate, then you will let go and fight, and refuse to give up until you have a satisfactory ending; Instead of snuggling up in the house and drinking big! ”。

When Mu Qingming, who was crawling on the ground, heard this, his body trembled suddenly.

"I'll give you two paths, and you can choose for yourself; First, I'll take you home. And you can continue to snuggle up in the house and be a useless waste drunkard, sitting back and watching the Immortal Dao make waves here. Mu Luo put away the bamboo branches, and then said: "Either go and wash your body and face, change into neat clothes, and go downstairs to eat; After eating, go and do something as a dragon locker. ”。

Yu Bi didn't even have the mood to look at such a decadent and self-defeating son, he resolutely turned around and walked to the door, his anger immediately turned into a smile, and after gently wiping his tears for Mo Han, he asked with a smile: "I heard the old man of our family say that the food you cook is delicious, I don't know if the old man has this good mouth today?" ”。

The attitude and look are completely opposite to when he beat and scolded Mu Qingming. Facing Mo Han, Mu Luo's face only had kindness and kindness in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Tie Hua and Aunt Tie sent a lot of dishes yesterday, I'll make them for you." Mo Han was slightly stunned, and hurriedly turned sideways to make way.

And Mu Luo didn't go out on his own, but grabbed Mo Han's arm and continued to smile: "I can give you a hand." After that, like a mother and daughter, he and Mo Han walked downstairs side by side.

Mu Qingming, who was kneeling upstairs, still didn't get up after they went downstairs, and after clenching his fists tighter, he kept whispering: "What the dragon locker should do, what the dragon locker should do." ”。

After a long time, Mu Qingming stopped muttering, slowly stood up, looked around at the wine jar at his feet, and raised his hand to touch his shoulder, those bruises that hurt when he touched them, so painful that he suddenly raised his head and gasped.

"My mother, I'm still so ruthless." Mu Qingming scolded to himself; The decadence that hung on the face before has faded......

To the south of the Grand View Building in the city of Kunming is near Huapu on the shore of the sea of grass. The so-called sea of grass is the northern part of Dianchi Lake today.

The local people of Kunming, has been commonly known as the sea of grass, at that time there was no lake to make land, the shallow water area on the north shore of Dianchi Lake can be lush reeds fluttering with the wind, cattails swaying with the waves, and migratory birds have many inhabitants in it; This is also the reason why the local people call the north of Dianchi Lake the sea of grass.

In the vicinity, it means a watery place not far from Mt. Yama. As early as when Yu Enxi had not yet built Yu Xun in this place, and Lu Daoyuan had not yet built the Lu Garden in this place, a wealthy businessman in Kunming took a fancy to the beautiful scenery of the sea by the grass, and built a pavilion and pavilion on the treasure land across the water surface of the Dianchi Lake channel from the Daguanlou, and built a garden with the beauty of the gardening skills of China's natural landscape.

This wealthy merchant, surnamed Lin, was in the mineral business at the time; In the mineral kingdom of Yunnan, it is impossible to be very poor since ancient times.

Since he is not poor, and since he has a lot of money, the family can't escape a habitual trouble, that is, fighting for family property.

In the third year of the Republic of China, the shopkeeper Lin, who was already over half a hundred years old, had two sons under his knees. The eldest son is the son-in-law born to his early wife, named Lin Wanjin. Lin Wanjin, who has lost his mother since he was a child, followed his father in business at a young age, and he was a child who had suffered a lot. Not only does he not have the problems of a rich son, but he is very experienced in business. The Lin family is on the other side of the Red River, and after the death of Shen Wansan's youngest son, the blood turned into several mines in the old town of Xidu in Xishan, all of which were well organized by Lin Wanjin, and the shopkeeper Lin also wanted to hand over the business to his eldest son.

However, after the death of his wife, Shopkeeper Lin couldn't bear the loneliness, and continued to have a little wife, or gave birth to a young son. And this youngest son is Lin Wanyin, the concubine of the shopkeeper of Lin.

Lin Wanyin didn't know why, he was weak and sick since he was a child, and he couldn't be cured of a cough for a long time. It is impossible to count on him to take care of the Lin family's business, but the little wife of the shopkeeper Lin is unwilling to give the family property to the eldest son, and insists on asking the shopkeeper Lin to give it to the younger son.

After crying, making trouble, and hanging himself, Boss Lin had to reluctantly agree.

In this way, Lin Wanjin didn't have anything to say on the surface, and always told himself and his father with the allusion of Kong Rong to make pears that he was willing to let his younger brother, but in fact, his heart was already full of resentment.

On this day, Lin Wanjin, who came up from the old one, was not in a hurry to go home when he entered Kunming City, but just played the entourage to inform his father first, and then wandered around the city by himself.

When he reached Linjiangpu (the area of Linjiangli, a small garden in Kunming today), a beggar with a foul smell and several pus pockets of various sizes on his chest suddenly stopped him.

The Lin family does not rely on ancestral property, but only today, Lin Wanjin has also lived a hard life, knowing that the people are having a difficult life, and he is not disgusted by the dirty mess of beggars at the moment, but without thinking about it, he took out a piece of ocean from his sleeve and gently put it in the rotten bowl in the other party's hand.

"Thank you, uncle." After the beggar looked at the ocean in the bowl and grinned, he raised his eyes to look at Lin Wanjin's face with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his eyebrows were tightly locked, and he said incomprehensibly: "Uncle, what's the matter?" It's not good to be born with a noble appearance, but it's not good to frown. ”。

Is Lin Wanjin really noble? Who are the beggars? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.