After all, the pock-faced Taoist priest couldn't hold it back, and he couldn't care about his image anymore, so he found a hidden corner to deal with physiological problems.

Just when he was halfway through the ceremony, the culprit who made him wait for the Yellow River to burst finally appeared at the entrance of the village.

The pock-faced Taoist priest hurriedly lifted his pants, and even shook his urine several times less than usual.

Mo Hansheng walked towards Du Xingyu, and Xiao Han was also freed from the crowd and was sent to the two by his parents.

"Brother Mo, you're here. The three of you are all children of our Osmanthus Village and Xinghua Village, and you can't forget your roots wherever you go......" Without waiting for Du Xingyu to speak, the old village chief of Osmanthus Village stepped forward to talk for the first time, and his attitude was very enthusiastic and sincere.

He had already figured out Mo Hansheng's origin from Du Xingyu's mouth, and judging from the reactions of the two immortal masters, Mo Hansheng was obviously the most promising person among the three.

That's why he was cheeky and wanted to take this opportunity to quickly establish a good relationship with Mo Hansheng.

It's a pity that no matter how he makes a flattering gesture, this tall and indifferent little brother in black always ignores him, and looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away.

The village chief of Xinghua Village was an honest and honest middle-aged man, and he greeted Mo Hansheng in a friendly manner, patted Du Xingyu on the shoulder, and stepped aside.

The fat-lipped Taoist priest, who had already stood until his legs and feet were numb, used what little patience he had left to disperse the crowd and led the three of them to the carriage.

Mo Hansheng glanced at it casually, and was a little speechless for a while.

A scrawny old horse pulled a simple and shabby broken cart with a white flag on it and the word "sunset" written on it.

Cultivating immortals?

The car seemed to be more suitable for going to a funeral.

"Your sister asked me to bring it to you." Mo Hansheng handed a white cloth bag to Du Xingyu.

Du Xingyu took the burden and opened it, there were two changes of clothes, some dry food and water, and some broken silver hidden at the bottom.

Mo Hansheng glanced at it.

Although the Du family's life has been better than before in recent years, it will not be too rich.

It is said that the poor family is rich, and Du Wanqiu is afraid that he will take out the few savings in his family, but he doesn't know if he has left some for himself.

Du Xingyu's eyes were slightly red, and he looked around, but he didn't find the figure he was expecting, and muttered: "Sister......"

The three of them finally got into the carriage under the urging of the pock-faced Taoist priest, and the two Taoist priests drove the carriage away gradually.

The old village chief pestle was at the entrance of the village, reluctant to give up, and waved goodbye: "Xiao Han, don't forget that Osmanthus Village will always be your home." Xingyu, Brother Mo, they are all from the brother village, come back and see if you have time......"

Behind a stout ancient tree, a thin shadow leaned against the trunk of the tree, watching the carriage go away, his eyes moistened, and he burst into tears silently.

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As the sun sets, the carriage travels on a winding and rugged ancient mountain road.

Beside the road, an old mottled tree is entwined with withered yellow vines.

In the treetops, the homing crows let out a piercing and mournful wail.

The autumn breeze is sluggish, coming from the west.

The twilight of the twilight makes the sleepy traveler feel irresistible.

The shriveled old horse staggered forward, its tumbling wheels running over the stones and potholes, occasionally jolting up and down a few times.

A slightly damp, musty smell wafted back and forth in the carriage.

Mo Hansheng held Du Xingyu in one hand and the carriage in the other, seemingly closing his eyes to recuperate, but he had been secretly vigilant in his heart about possible emergencies on the road.

Except for the first glance at the carriage and Mo Hansheng, Xiao Han has been sitting quietly and has never opened his mouth, I don't know if it is because he is shy by nature or because he is not familiar with the relationship between the two.

As for Du Xingyu, he was very excited at first, but Mo Hansheng and Xiao Han in the car were not talkative, and he became drowsy without a talking companion for a while.

The two brothers who were driving couldn't care about their image anymore, and sat paralyzed against the wall of the carriage like two lumps of mud.

The pock-faced Taoist priest's eyes had already narrowed into a slit, his body rose and fell with the bumpy carriage, and the corners of his mouth hung with silk.

There was a faint hint of orange in the gap between the eyes that were about to close, and this light came from the red sun that was half of the face obscured by the peaks of the west head.

As time passed, the red sun finally completely disappeared behind the mountain peak, and the world in the eyes of the pock-faced Taoist priest suddenly became dim.

This feeling only lasted for a moment, and a dazzling blazing light pierced through the eyelids of the pock-faced Taoist priest and pierced into his eyeballs.

He opened his eyes slightly, and a fireball that seemed to be as huge as the whole world entered his eyes.

The reason for this illusion is that the fireball is so close to him.

Sight.

The violently burning fireball reflected his cheeks, and the pockmarks on his face were completely obscured by the red light.

At this moment, the pock-faced Taoist priest's eyes were pale, his heart was full of confusion and shock, and he only had time to open his mouth slightly.

"Boom."

The fireball exploded on the head of the pock-faced Taoist, and the fat-lipped Taoist priest and the thin old horse were awakened together.

The fat-lipped Taoist priest glanced at the numb-faced Taoist priest who had fallen to the ground and was covered in flames, and jumped out of the car with a scream.

He threw himself on the ground a few times, and then fled frantically along the path he had come.

The frightened old horse let out a terrible neigh, and began to spread its hooves and gallop.

A large sword a foot long flew from the sky, horizontal in midair.

Two figures stood on the sword.

A red-clothed figure leapt from the sword and landed vertically to the ground.

As soon as the man's feet touched the ground, he didn't stop for a moment, and chased in the direction of the fat-lipped Taoist.

The old horse dragged the carriage in a panic, and actually went on a rampage towards the cliff.

By the time it realized that it was too late, its four hooves rubbing wildly on the ground could not stop its tendency to rush forward, and it looked like it was about to fall off a cliff.

In a hurry, a slender and powerful palm pressed the back wall of the carriage and slammed it, and a figure jumped out of the rear window.

Looking closely at the figure falling in the palm of the back and still holding a hand, the man stepped on the carriage with one foot and used his strength again to pull a person out of the car.

Mo Hansheng rolled down to the edge of the cliff with Du Xingyu in his arms.

When the two looked back, they saw that the old horse had disappeared with a terrible neigh, and the carriage had rolled down the cliff with it.

Mo Hansheng sighed, the situation was critical, the window exit was too small, he didn't have time to save the two at the same time, and decisively chose Du Xingyu.

"Help!"

At this moment, a panicked cry came from under the cliff, and Mo Hansheng hurriedly stepped forward to investigate.

I saw that above the abyss, there was a faint white mist cloud floating on it, and the old horse had long since disappeared.

The falling carriage was narrowly held up by an old pine with a crooked neck growing across the cliff

There was a rush of noise in the carriage, and a panicked face poked out of the window, grappling its teeth and claws trying to grab anything that could be held.

Xiao Han struggled to climb out, which made the already unstable carriage even more shaky.

"Don't move."

Mo Hansheng stopped drinking, and was thinking about how to save him, when the branches of the old pine broke with a "click", and the carriage fell in response.

Just when Mo Hansheng thought that he was going to die, a column of water with a grinding disc appeared out of thin air under the cliff, slowly lifting the falling body to the edge of the cliff.

The two people on the cliff couldn't help but be a little sluggish when they looked at this strange scene.

"What are you waiting for, why don't you get him up?" A human voice came from above.

Mo Hansheng looked up and saw a middle-aged man in white clothes fluttering with three strands of long hair, hovering in mid-air with a long flying sword.

He crossed his two index fingers on his left and right hands, and the corners of his forehead were slightly sweaty, and he looked faintly struggling, and the water column that appeared out of thin air seemed to be from his handwriting.

Although Mo Hansheng was shocked when he saw this, he couldn't care too much, grabbed Xiao Han's fluttering little hand, and dragged him out of the carriage with a little force.

The water column disappeared in an instant, and the carriage, which had lost its support, rolled down the cliff along the mountain wall.

The middle-aged man in mid-air breathed a sigh of relief, and flew straight towards the three of them with a flying sword.

Mo Hansheng's eyes were slightly cold, he let go of the hand holding Xiao Han, and quietly stretched out behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword came to the three of them, hanging about ten inches above the ground.

The middle-aged man in white jumped down from the sword slightly, and with a flash of silver light, the flying sword disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Du Xingyu looked at this magical scene and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" ”

The middle-aged man in white turned his back and raised his hand to signal the three of them to be quiet for a while.

Du Xingyu is not Xiao Han's kind of child who will be obedient and obedient on the surface, and he raised his foot and was about to step forward and ask again.

Mo Hansheng stretched out his hand to stop him, and glanced at the pock-faced Taoist priest who had been burned into a charred corpse not far away, and was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Not long after, a woman in a red dress walked slowly from the corner of the mountain road.

A green silk flutters like a waterfall, two beautiful eyebrows are bent like willow leaves, autumn water adds bright eyes, and cinnabar dots red lips.

She has an elegant gait, graceful and tall, a blood-red short skirt wraps her figure in a concave and convex, and there is an indescribable beauty in her gestures.

Mo Hansheng looked at it intently, but felt that there was an indescribable disobedience hidden in her coquettish and tender smile.

He was about to savor it, when a light yellow head crept out of the black burden behind him, staring at the suffocating crowd on the woman's chest, and exclaimed, "Wow, this girl can feed at least eight at a meal!" ”