The old demon sighed: "Lu Changxiao, the second rule is not a condition at all. Even if this old man doesn't commit suicide, he won't survive for three days. ”

He turned to Mo Wise and said, "Son, they are going to cut off your meridians so that you will be useless in the future. Are you willing to do that?"

"Grandpa, what is a useless waste?"

"Children, useless people are people who are weak, or paralyzed in their hands and feet, unable to take care of themselves, and dependent on others for their survival. ”

"Grandpa, if so, can you cure me later?"

Because Mo Mingming practiced the Liuhe Divine Skill in a daze, he had already been paralyzed once.

He thought he had been cured, and thought that the old demon had hung himself from a tree on the cliff on the side.

When the old devil heard this, he really couldn't laugh or cry.

This little fool, if you cut off the meridians alone, even the Da Luo Immortal can't cure you, how can I cure you?

Then he said, "Child, don't talk in your dreams, don't talk because I don't have this ability, and even if I do, how can I cure you when I die?"

"Grandpa, you can't die!"

At this time, Zen Master Yuanfang of Linshao Temple said: "As long as you are willing to be a monk and worship me as a teacher, you will not become a useless person, you will only be abolished martial arts, how?"

In their conversation, Zen Master Yuan Fang, with his profound cultivation, was able to breathe well and recover.

After listening to Mo Zhizhi's good words, he felt that this child was very innocent, like a piece of unearthed jade. I was very moved by compassion, so I stepped forward to save the child.

But Mo Mingzhi asked: "Old monk, if I worship you as a teacher, will you let grandpa go?"

Yuan Fang shook his head: "Impossible." ”

"I don't worship you as a teacher anymore. ”

Lu Changxiao shouted: "Then you can go with your grandfather!" After Lu Changxiao finished speaking, he slapped his palm towards Mo Mingming.

Lu Changxiao's eighteen palms of the falling dragon and the tiger have been passed down from generation to generation, extremely fierce and majestic.

Lu Changxiao regarded Mo Mingming as a master of Xuanling, so he used this special skill to help him change with one move and one style.

The old devil couldn't help but exclaim: "Child, go quickly!"

Yuan Fang also said: "Little ......"

Before the two of them could finish shouting, a strange phenomenon happened again.

Mo Mingzhi not only used the Soul Monkey Transformation Method to avoid the power of Lu Changxiao's palm, but also counterattacked, not only knocking Lu Changxiao away, but also carrying the old demon, his body like a flying soul, ran into the woods, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the five martial artists were stunned and were speechless for a long time.

They knew in their hearts that this child's strange martial arts were not under the old devil, but above them.

Is this boy a follower of the Old Demon or his fellow disciples?

Or is it a relative of some old devil?

As for the old devil's claim that he had just met the kid by chance, they didn't believe it at all.

The five first-class martial artists who besieged together cultivated above the old demon, except for Master Yuquan, there was nothing left, and there was also a Zen master who was even worse, and the other three were all injured.

The most seriously injured Spiritual Dao Leader does not seem to have recovered from a year and a half of recuperation, and is unable to regain his current strength.

The second is Sima Jian, who has a broken hand, the injury is not serious, and the slightest is a dull pain in the chest.

Actually, Mo Mingming didn't fight back at him, he was just in a hurry to save the old demon and gently pushed him away with his hand, but Mo Mingming's weird and strong true qi was really incredible, and with just a light push, Lu Changxiao was pushed out.

Fortunately, Mo Mingzhi just pushed gently, if he used force, I am afraid that Lu Changxiao would not die, and it would also fracture the chest pipa, which was worse than Shangling's injury.

The five masters stayed for a while, knowing that they would never find the strange child and the old devil again, so they had to leave in despair.

Mo Mingming couldn't see any traces, but just put his mind at ease.

He carefully carried the old demon on his back and climbed to the top of the Nine Shadows Peak, and Xiao Yuhua saw him coming back, with a white beard on his face, his face was like a white paper old man, not like the fairy he imagined, and asked in surprise: "Silly brother, is this your grandfather?"

Mo wisely nodded.

Xiao Yaohua asked blankly: "Silly brother, you didn't lie to me, did you? Isn't your grandfather a fairy? Why do you carry him?"

"Brother, grandpa has already injured five bad guys, and they all want to kill this old man!"

Xiao shouted to disappoint, it seems that this old man is not a god, nor is he a mysterious spirit strange person, but just a master of Xuan Ling!

If it's a god, how can it hurt someone?

Mo Mingzhi carried the old devil into the hole, gently placed him on the bed, and asked, "Grandpa, how are you? Do you want to take some medicine? Do you want me to pour you a bowl of water?"

The old man shook his head. When he palmed hands with the spirit, he knew that he had lost his divine power.

Even taking medicine doesn't work.

At the same time, he has a lot of questions about Mo Mingming.

First of all, he was surprised, how could Mo Mingming not die after falling from the cliff, but after practicing this amazing and strange martial art, could he have fallen off the cliff and have strange luck?

Or was it a swordsman he didn't know who saved him and taught him a wonderful craft?

Just now he looked at Xiao Yuhua and felt that his face and eyes were very familiar, as if he had seen it before.

He was even more skeptical.

He asked, "Little brother, how did you get here?"

"Your stupid brother brought me here!"

"Oh, where did you meet him?"

"On the way. Grandpa, stupid brother came down to look for you!"

Despite the old man's energy and only three days to live, he had a keen eye, and he could tell at a glance that the little beggar was not a young man, but a girl.

Moreover, the girl's eyes and eyebrows showed her intelligence everywhere, and she knew martial arts, and she was not an ordinary child, so she was suspicious.

In the old days, the old devil would kill little beggars without asking why.

Because these nine secluded peaks are absolutely not allowed to be climbed by outsiders.

In addition, this girl is a child of the samurai family, maybe she deliberately tricked this little fool who knows nothing into coming here.

Secretly thought: Is this little girl secretly spying on her martial arts secrets, or is she tracking her whereabouts?

The old devil wanted to take the girl's life, but now he was too weak to kill her, or even move.

The old demon stared at him for a while, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm coming to see you! aren't you pleased, old man?"

"Hey, so what?"

"It's nothing! stupid brother said that you are an immortal, I think you are not a fairy, you are a ......"

The old devil interrupted her coldly: "I'm a demon king! Are you afraid?"

Xiao Yanhua shook his head: "I'm not afraid!"

"Oh, aren't you afraid of the Demon King?"

"What's so scary about that? My grandmother was also a demon king!"

"What, grandmother?" the old devil was surprised.

"Yes, Grandpa told me that everyone calls Grandma Little Witch. ”

The old devil was in awe in his heart, it turned out that this girl was the grandson of the famous Xuanling little witch fifty years ago!

This girl's face behaves very much like that of a little witch, no wonder I feel that the face is so familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

The old demon immediately changed his face and said, "So, is your grandfather Murong Ning?"

Murong Xiaoyan was also surprised: "Grandpa, do you know my grandfather?"

The old demon said excitedly: "I know, I know, your grandfather Murong Daxia, the strange man in the rivers and lakes, how come I don't know!"

Mo Mingming didn't know how to listen.

Ma Zhi, who grew up in the mountains, doesn't know anything about Xuanling, and he is the little witch in Xuanling and the person who cuts plums in Qixia, and he has never heard of it.

Besides, fifty years ago, Mo Mingming hadn't been born yet!

But one thing he is happy about is that his grandfather knows his little brother's grandfather and will not complain about himself.

The old demon turned around and asked Mo Mingming, "Son, did you meet this little brother's grandfather when you fell off the cliff?"

The old demon knew that Murong Xiaoyan was a girl, which was not important, but he also thought that after Mo Mingming fell off the cliff, it must have been Murong Ning who happened to pass by here, thus saving Mo Mingming, only Murong Ning could catch Mo Mingming who fell from the sky, and only Murong Ning's unique profound cultivation and superb medical skills could bring the dying back to life.

Except for Murong Ning, no one could save Mo Mingming.

That's why the old devil asked.

Who knew that Mo Mingming was stunned and said, "I haven't seen his grandfather." ”

"Oh?" said the old man in astonishment, "son, who saved you?"

"Grandpa, didn't you save me? you hung me on a tree in the middle of the wall! ”

The old devil was taken aback when he heard this. Then he inquired in detail about Mo Ming's situation at that time.

Mo Mingming couldn't tell, and he didn't even remember the situation when he fell off the cliff and hit the rock when he was unconscious.

The old devil was puzzled, and thought: It seems that it must be the little fool who saved Qixia by cutting Mei, but the little fool didn't know.

Maybe it was a wonder man who cut Mei Murong Ning saved Mo Mingming, otherwise, how could this Murong Ning's granddaughter come here?

Since Murong Ning didn't want to show up, and didn't want this little fool to know, why should I say it?

In the past, the old demon used to do everything possible to kill Mo Zhi.

However, this time, Mo Mingming almost sacrificed his life to save himself. This kind of sincere and selfless feelings is something that the old devil can't forget.

He sighed and said, "Son, I used to pity you, but now I am a dying man. ”

Mo Mingzhi was stunned: "Grandpa, when did you say sorry to me? You are too good to me!"

"Also, grandpa, how did you die? just a little wounded, you'll be fine soon. ”

"Kid, you don't know, my kung fu is different from all factions. When I faced the old monk, I did my best to dispel all the power of my cultivation. ”

"No, Grandpa, I want you to live a long life. ”

The old devil smiled bitterly: "Child, don't talk stupidly, how can a person not die? It's a pity that I don't have a home in the world." ”

"Grandpa, why don't you have a home? Am I not your relative?"

The old devil smiled bitterly and sighed slightly: "Child, it would be great if you were my relative!"

"Grandpa, how can you recognize me as your relative?"

"This," Murong Xiaoyan seemed to understand the old monster's heart on the side and said, "Silly brother, if you want to make a big gift, you are grandpa's relative." ”

"Is that so? I'm going to salute you now, Grandpa. ”

The old devil's eyes lit up: "Child, do you really want to worship me as a grandfather, don't you regret it?"

"Grandpa, how could I regret it?"

"A child, if you used to worship me as a grandfather, in the future, there will be a fatal disaster, aren't you afraid?"

Mo Mingming was innocent and innocent, and he didn't understand the complex relationship between Xuanling's grievances, he thought that the old monster said this, just to scare himself, to see if he was sincere, and then said, "Grandpa, I'm not afraid." ”

"Really?"

"Grandpa, why don't you believe me?"

The old demon wanted to figure things out, but Mo Mingming had already knelt down and kowtowed.

"Don't blame me, child," said the old man, "when you come in. Grandpa is an out-and-out demon king! I'm afraid they won't tolerate you either. ”

Mo Ming, who has no experience, doesn't understand the meaning of old and demons, and as Mo Ming's character, he doesn't blame the old man.

"Grandpa," he said, "I only have you in my heart, and I don't care how big they are! Grandpa, you have relatives now, and my brother is also your relative, so you must not want to die." My brother and I will take good care of Grandpa. ”

Murong Xiaoyan also said, "Yes, we will take care of you." ”

When the old devil heard that Mo Mingzhi and this spiritual little girl had become brothers, both of them were surprised and thought funny, and thought to themselves: You little fool, how can a girl become a young man? It's really a woman dressed as a man, no wonder this girl calls you stupid brother! No wonder you took this girl to the mountains.

The old monster was pleasantly surprised, it was Mo Mingming and Murong Xiaoyan who had this relationship, and from then on, the wealthy and upright gentlemen in Xuanling would not target Mo Mingming, but for Murong Qixia's sake, he had to have some scruples!

It seems that although this fool is very stupid, he has a foolish fortune, that is, he recognizes Murong Xiaoyan as his younger brother, I don't know how Murong Ning and the little witch will evaluate themselves in the future and how they will treat this little fool!

So far, the old devil has not seen Mo Mingming's unmatched stunts, he only feels that Mo Mingming has strong internal strength and quick movements, but he is not the opponent of a first-class master.

If he knew, he wouldn't have to worry about Mo Ming.

But he was moved by his wise, innocent, and sincere words, and sighed and said, "Children, grandpa thanks you for your filial piety. ”

Mo Mingzhi said, "Grandpa, this is what we should do! How can you thank us?"

"Grandpa knows that the days are numbered, but there are two things for you to do. ”

"Grandpa, what two things do you want us to do?"

"First of all, when I die, you will not bury me, but let me stay in this hole. Then get out of here as soon as possible, as far away as possible. ”

Murong Xiaoyan said in surprise, "Why is this?"

Mo Mingzhi said at the same time: "Grandpa, why do you want to die again?"

The old devil didn't answer, but asked, "Do you agree?"

Mo Mingzhi said, "Grandpa, even if you really die, we don't want to leave!Don't you want us to live here, Grandpa?"

"Kid, you know what, soon after I die, this cave will collapse, this mountain will explode, and if you don't go, you will die on this mountain. ”

The sworn brother was taken aback: "Really?"

The old demon looked at Mo Mingming, sighed and said, "Son, if you are willing to learn your grandfather's martial arts, guard this mountain, and don't let anyone come up, this mountain will not explode, and this hole will not collapse." ”

Both brothers were shocked.

Murong Xiaoyan asked, "What if my stupid brother is not willing to learn your kung fu?"

"Promise me not to let anyone come up, and not to tell anyone about the cave. ”

Murong Xiaoyan said, "Silly brother, you promise grandpa." ”

Mo Mingming thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, I promise that no one will come up, and I won't tell anyone." ”

The old demon asked Murong Xiaoyan again: "Child, what about you?"

Murong Xiaoyan said: "I promised my grandfather, even my grandparents, that I wouldn't tell them, okay?"

The old demon said: "Child, your family has learned a lot of martial arts, but they just disdain to see my martial arts." I'm afraid that some unscrupulous people will come up and steal my secret to learning martial arts, and they will hurt martial arts and innocent people in the world! It's a pity that you won't read my books and won't learn my martial arts. To solve this problem, grandpa has to teach you how to read in two or three days!"

Murong Xiaoyan said, "Grandpa, I am literate. I can teach him too. ”

"Alright, well, then, I'm relieved! You have to remember, if some warriors appear and can't get rid of them, press this mechanism next to my bed, and leave quickly, and the mountain will explode immediately. ”

After hearing this, the sworn brothers understood the cause of the explosion in the mountain.

Mo Mingming said, "Grandpa, we remember. And the second thing, Grandpa?"

"The second one!"

The old demon wanted to ask Mo Mingzhi to practice martial arts and kill the spiritual Dao leader of the second sect of the charm.

But thinking of Mo, he is wise and kind, and does not kill. At the same time, if Mo Mingzhi really killed the Spiritual Dao Master, it would be even more difficult to gain a foothold in the Xuan Ling in the future.

Besides, when will the revenge end?

Why should we involve the next generation in our feud?

The old demon sighed.

"Son, you are such a good person! You are too kind, not only easy to believe in others, but this is a bad thing, you have to remember. ”

Mo Zhizhi was at a loss. I thought: Isn't kindness a good thing?

If you are too kind, how can you harm others and yourself?

He was about to ask, but Murong Xiaoyan said, "Yes! My grandmother always complains that my grandfather is too kind-hearted! There were a few times when he almost lost his life! Grandma said that if you are good to bad people, you will be bad to good people." ”

Mo Mingming didn't say anything.

The old devil looked at him and thought to himself, if only this little fool was half as smart as this girl!

It seems that he won't understand, and it's useless to say more, this matter will only be slowly understood when he goes to the Xuan Ling to hone it.

"Children," he said, "just saying, 'You can't have the heart to harm others, and you can't have the heart to defend people.'" Grandpa died without any regrets, except for the hope that he had killed the spiritual master. ”

Mo Zhizhi Yizheng: "Grandpa, why did you kill the Spirit Dao Chief?"

Murong Xiaoyan asked again: "Grandpa, Shangling is the head of Mei Erpai." Do you have any hatred for him?"

When the old demon heard this, he was almost so angry that he fainted, and after a long time, he slowly calmed down and sighed: "Child, what kind of enemy I am with him, don't talk about it, I want to tell you a story." ”

Murong Xiaoyan raised her eyebrows. Why does grandpa tell stories?

"Grandpa," she asked, suspiciously, "what story do you tell us?"