At first, many people persuaded Lin Cheng not to raise this child.

The origin is unknown, and he was brought by a person with a hole in his body, and adopting him will definitely bring trouble.

Troublesome? Does Lin Cheng care? He didn't care.

He only knew that he couldn't save the man, so he had to save the child. Although, he won't teach him any way to practice.

He is a mortal and does not practice.

The child was named Mo Sheng by Lin Cheng, Mo Hai's Mo, and the next life.

Don't ask about the past, just hope to cultivate the next life.

Raising a child is hard work, and of course it's fun. Every day, Lin Cheng took Mo Sheng around, of course, on the premise that there was no work, if there was work, he would put Mo Sheng on the bamboo chair specially made for him.

Mo Sheng is also well-behaved and never noisy, so he was praised by those aunts and uncles, and gradually, the villagers in Wutong Village also accepted this extra child.

Mo Hai's child, Mo Sheng.

Gradually, Mo grew bigger and bigger, from one or two years old at the beginning, to six or seven years old now, but it has been five years in a flash.

In the past five years, no one has come to ask for Mo Sheng, and Wutong Village is as calm and peaceful as ever.

People go out early and return late, sometimes arguing, sometimes fighting, laughing, and so uncomfortable.

Wei Long didn't ask Lin Cheng to learn how to strike iron, he was still engaged in their old business as a Wei family hunter, but when he saw Lin Cheng, he would also respectfully call Uncle Mo.

On this day, Lin Cheng was forging ironware in the blacksmith shop as always, and it was vaguely visible that it was a kitchen knife.

The sound of tinkling and tinkling spread everywhere, and it was not crisp.

"Master, this is the fruit sent by Aunt Yang, and she said that her daughter wants to marry you."

A six- or seven-year-old boy was carrying a basket of fruits and ran towards Lin Cheng with some panting. He was dressed in a kudzu cloth linen robe, and although his body looked thin, his cheeks were rosy and healthy.

The little boy is Mo Sheng, and in the past five years, he has also grown up a lot. Lin Cheng did not let Mo Sheng recognize himself as his father, but called him his master. Lin Cheng planned to hand over Mo Sheng to strike iron, of course, he had to wait until he was older.

Lin Cheng put down the hammer in his hand, rubbed Mo Sheng's little head, and said softly, "Then do you want Aunt Yang's daughter to become your teacher?"

"Master...... " Mo Sheng tilted his head, the corners of his forehead were stained with sweat all the way, and it took a long time for him to say in his crisp voice: "It's better not to, just have a master, and the master doesn't want a master, right?"

Lin Cheng looked at Mo Sheng's big watery eyes, which were full of clarity, and he said, "You little clever ghost, since you know, why don't you return this fruit?"

"Hmm......" Mo Sheng shook his head, "Aunt Yang said, Master, if you don't want to, then these fruits will be eaten for me." ”

When Lin Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Mo Sheng was born lively and intelligent, and he did things neatly, although he was only a child of a few years old, he often did things no less than adults, thinking about problems that were no less than adults.

"Yes, but we can't take Aunt Yang's things for nothing, you will send this kitchen knife to Aunt Yang tomorrow."

"Okay, Master, can I eat these fruits?" Mo Sheng agreed, but his dexterous eyes kept staring at the fruit in the basket on the table.

Still swallowing saliva.

"Yes, but you'll have to keep our agreement." Lin Cheng laughed softly.

"Well, Mo Sheng remembers, you can only eat one at a time, and you have to wash the fruit and wash your hands before eating." Mo Sheng nodded his little head, and then he couldn't wait to pick up a fruit and run to the pool on the side.

Lin Cheng shook his head and smiled, and then continued his work.

This kitchen knife was originally owned by Aunt Yang, but Aunt Yang has always been to Lin Cheng for her daughter, and Lin Cheng is often distressed.

It stands to reason that at his age, he should have gotten married and had children, but Lin Cheng has never had such a plan. However, those enthusiastic ladies in Wutong Village often told him about family affairs.

One says this girl, and the other says her girl...... Every time he came here, Lin Cheng had no choice but to have a big head.

The next day, before Lin Cheng asked Mo Sheng to send the kitchen knife to Aunt Yang, Aunt Yang came by herself.

"Xiaohai, I grew up watching you, although after your father died, you left the village for a few years, but I often miss you, auntie."

Aunt Yang put on her apron and talked endlessly towards Lin Cheng.

"I've been planning for you about your marriage, my girl is four years younger than you, and she was born well, you say, what's wrong with her?"

"If you really don't like it, the girl of the Zhang family can do it, no matter what, you have to get married, otherwise how can you be worthy of the dead old man of your family?"

Lin Cheng only felt that his head was a little big, and with a wry smile, he also strengthened his words: "Auntie, you don't need to say more, I have decided not to marry for the rest of my life." Just have Mo Sheng. ”

Lin Cheng also knew the truth of constantly being chaotic, and he didn't want to dwell on this issue anymore, rather than entanglement, it was better to get to the end.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"You, you, you...... Ay! Aunt Yang pointed at Lin Cheng and was a little angry, and she couldn't say a word for a long time, and she seemed to give up after a long time.

"I don't know if they will scold me when I see your father and mother in the future. However, it is not bad for Mo to give birth to this child, his surname is Mo, and it can be regarded as keeping your old Mo family from extinction. ”

In the end, Aunt Yang left with the kitchen knife, and since then, no one has ever said anything about Lin Cheng, and obviously Lin Cheng's decision has also spread throughout Wutong Village.

However, no one looked at him differently. It's those aunts and aunts who are getting better and better to Mo Sheng.

Another year has passed in a blink of an eye, and the winter snow has begun to fall, but it is extraordinarily heavy, just like when Mo Sheng first came to Wutong Village six years ago.

The entire Wutong Village was covered with a thick layer of frost, and the severe cold was coming, and the snow was full of gluttony.

In the evening, the snow still did not stop, and the severe cold made the villagers of Wutong Village climb onto the kang early and turn off the lights. In the blacksmith shop, Mo Sheng also went to bed early.

Only Lin Cheng sat in front of the door, boiling tea, as if waiting for something.

The cold wind was howling in the distance, the snow was falling, and the three black shadows were walking in the snow, which was particularly conspicuous, but it was precisely because of the cold wind and snow that none of the villagers in Wutong Village found them.

The black shadow walking in front of him was shrouded in a black robe, but from the way she walked and her figure, it could be seen that she was a woman. A person next to her was holding an oil umbrella for her, apparently her bodyguard.

The two guards, one armed with a sword and the other with a sword, looked as cold as frost, and looked ahead without a trace of emotion. Although they were extremely restrained, it was also evident that they were all battle-hardened warriors.

Martial arts are also very accessible.

With such two strong guards, it is enough to show the identity of the woman who is the leader, and she must be either rich or expensive.

They stepped on the snow and faced the wind, but they walked to the east of Wutong Village, and after a long time, they stopped in front of an iron shop.

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