"Hey, this kid is actually cultivating!?"

After Mo Xiao walked out of the cave, he saw Mao Shuang, who was sitting cross-legged under the ancient tree and cultivating, and immediately let out a shock, presumably a little surprised.

"Ever since I met Mao Shuang, I haven't seen this kid cultivate, what's wrong with this today? Could it be that the sun is coming out in the west?" However, even though it is noon, the sun is not visible from the ancient trees here.

Mo Xiao naturally didn't know the reason for Mao Shuang's hard cultivation, and naturally he didn't know how much the battle with Wang Jianlei had touched the latter.

However, it is a good thing to be able to cultivate independently! Immediately, Mo Xiao did not disturb Mao Shuang, but went to the side to ponder the illusion factor by himself......

Mao Shuang's cultivation is very fast, and Mo Xiao can't imagine it. Mo Xiao came out well, and after a while, the former retreated from the state of cultivation.

Actually, this can't be blamed on Mao Shuang for not cultivating seriously, it's just that he rarely cultivated before, so now that he suddenly started cultivating, he couldn't sit still for a long time!

"Boss, have you figured it out? Do you know how many days you've been in the cave?" Mao Shuang immediately shouted in surprise when he saw Mo Xiao, but his words were full of complaints.

"I don't know, how long has it been?" Mo shook his head blankly, he had no idea about time during the retreat.

"It's been fifteen days, boss, it's been fifteen days!" Mao Shuang said very exaggeratedly.

With exaggerated expressions and funny movements, Mao Shuang's words suddenly made Mo Xiao laugh. I saw the latter hold back a smile, pursed his lips, and said, "Look at you like that, I can't come out!"

"Hmph, if you don't come out again, I'm going to slam the door. ”

"How can there be a door at the mouth of the cave?"

“......”

After laughing for a while, Mo Xiao and Mao Shuang embarked on the trip again in a good mood. This time, they were still going along the way.

"Boss, those dog mongrels in Wasteland City have harmed you like that, why don't we go back and take revenge?" Seeing that Mo Xiao didn't return the same way, Mao Shuang thought of those people in Wasteland City, and immediately said angrily.

"It's someone else's territory, and our strength is still too weak after all, and it's difficult to set off any storms if we go, so it's better to improve our strength first." However, when we have the strength in the future, we will definitely pay it back tenfold!" As he spoke, a cold light gradually flashed in Mo Xiao's eyes.

A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late! Smoke City, the Wang family, this account will not be so easy to settle!

Mo Xiao is such a person who will take revenge. If you don't recruit them or provoke them, why should everyone kill yourself? My son Wang Lung is, and so is Lao Tzu Wang Jianlei!

What's the matter? Am I the one who is easy to bully?

"Boss, where are we going?" Mao Shuang saw that Mo Xiao would not return to Deserted Smoke City, and immediately changed the topic.

"Hmm...... Let's take one step at a time! The top priority is that I want to improve my strength quickly!" Mo Xiao's goal at this time is to quickly improve his strength, even if he can't recover to his former peak, but he has to have the power to protect himself.

In the future, there are still many things waiting to be done! There is revenge to be avenged! There is kindness to be repaid!

"By the way, boss, how did you quickly improve your strength when you fought with that old boy? I want to learn too!" mentioning strength, Mao Shuang suddenly thought of Mo Xiao's previous surge in strength, and asked impromptuly.

After hesitating for a moment, Mo Xiao finally didn't tell Mao Shuang the truth, he shook his head and said, "This is not a martial arts technique, and it can't be taught to people." And I have unspeakable grievances, I can't say it, you won't be angry, right?"

It's not that Mo Xiao doesn't believe in Mao Shuang, it's just that he doesn't want the latter to get involved in his own struggle! Although Mo Xiao feels that Mao Shuang is not a child of an ordinary family, after all, his own experience is by no means ordinary, and his opponents are all powerful figures on this continent, so if Mao Shuang is also pulled into this troubled water, it is really inappropriate!

"How come, I'm not so stingy, I have too many advantages, just one shortcoming, that is, atmosphere. Mao Shuang laughed, hiding a little embarrassment at this time......

The two of them walked like this, and soon walked out of the deep forest and onto a wide road.

It is an official road, and there are often horse-drawn carriages full of goods passing by. Most of the people come and go with nearby traders and some merchants from the nearby towns.

Although it is said that the Zhantian Continent is a world of cultivators, and there are many sects in it, there are also many people who don't like to cultivate or can't cultivate due to their own circumstances, so they live the life of ordinary people.

"Boss, I'm thirsty......" Mao Shuang licked his dry lips and said to Mo Xiao aggrievedly.

The latter pursed his lips helplessly, and said in his heart: Alas! What a shame for the cultivators. However, on the surface, there is no indication, "The road here is wide, there are many cars and horses, it should be an official road." Since it is an official road, there must be tea and fruit drinks on the side of the road, and we should be able to see it soon if we walk forward. ”

Mo Xiao was once framed by Ling Le's treacherous schemes, and he wandered outside for a period of time after being driven out of the mountain gate, so he still has these experiences.

Walking a few hundred meters along the official road, Mao Shuang, who was thirsty, was sharp-eyed, and he saw an open-air stall on the side of the road in front of him, and the flag cloth with "wine" written on it fluttered in the wind.

"Hurry up, boss, there is a wine seller in front, there must be wine and water. Mao Shuang's eyes lit up, and after speaking, he hurriedly ran to the front, thinking that he was very thirsty.

Mo Xiao shrugged his shoulders helplessly, smiled bitterly, and quickly followed.

"Shopkeeper, have a bowl of tea...... No, come to two bowls!" Mao Shuang, who was waiting, came to the wine stall, sat down directly on a wooden table, and asked for a bowl of tea, but then he suddenly thought of Mo Xiao, and changed his mouth to ask for two bowls.

"Okay!" the stall owner replied, and soon brought two bowls of tea to the table for two.

The stall owner is an old man, with gray hair, wrinkled skin, and a slightly clumsy back, all of which show the vicissitudes of his time.

However, Mo Xiao felt an indescribable feeling from this old man, which seemed to be temperament. After a few more notices, the feeling was gone, replaced by how the old man looked at how he was an ordinary old man.

Could it be that I felt wrong just now?

He smiled self-deprecating in his heart, Mo Xiao drove all these thoughts out of his mind, what is wrong with himself? Why does no one feel like an ordinary person now? The old man in front of him is clearly an ordinary old man!

However, just when Mo Xiao thought that he had a delusion, as everyone knows, the old man who sells tea looked at Mo Xiao with a trace of imperceptible surprise in his eyes......

"Hehe, have you eaten enough for the two guest officers?" Seeing that Mo Xiaomao Shuang got up and wanted to settle out and leave, the old man hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

"Huh!? As soon as the old gentleman said that, I seemed to feel thirsty again, so I should not come to another bowl! To be honest, this tea is quite delicious. Boss, do you want it?" Mao Shuang wiped the corners of his mouth with the cuffs of his robe, and said meaningfully.

"I won't drink it. Mo Xiao shook his head, to be honest, this tea is delicious, but he is not thirsty, and secondly, he always feels that this old man who sells tea is not simple, and he has no appetite when he has something to worry about.

"Okay, do you want some special drinks from the shop? Although it is brewed by the old man himself, it can definitely be called Qiong Jelly Yuyao. "No matter how you look at it, this old man who sells alcohol is just an ordinary small business!

"No, no, alcoholism hurts!" Mao Shuang waved his hand, obviously rejecting the old man's proposal.

The old man answered, and when he was about to get another bowl of tea, he saw several big men with bare breasts coming from not far away.

A few big men approached, but one of them slammed the table and shouted, "Old fellow, who let you set up a stall here!?"

Hearing this, Mo Xiao's eyes narrowed.

I actually ran into someone who found fault!

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