"Lu Chengfeng just hinted at me with his eyes at that time, why did he know about this? Could it be that Lu Chengfeng told him personally? Li Hongmei's face was surprised, she didn't know that Mo Hansheng had obtained a small part of the memories in Lu Chengfeng's thoughts, so she could only guess in her heart.

She didn't explain anything, and after a while she said tentatively, "Those two children have a good relationship with you?" ”

"The older one is called Du Xingyu, who is bent on seeking fairy fate just to find his biological father who has been missing for many years. I promised his sister, but I didn't protect him. Mo Hansheng didn't answer directly, his expression was gloomy, and then he looked at Li Hongmei and said coldly, "You were also victimized by human traffickers and lost your parents since you were a child, but you did the same evil deeds as them. ”

"In front of the mountain gate, you said that I did not have mercy without discrimination, and now you want to accuse me of not having compassion for empathy?" Hearing Mo Hansheng mention her deceased parents, Li Hongmei suddenly changed color, "Why should I care about the lives and deaths of those irrelevant people?" In Sunset Mountain all these years, who cares about my life or death, and how can I ever hope that someone will come to save me? ”

Mo Hansheng was silent, he didn't know how to answer this question.

Li Hongmei looked very excited, her mood fluctuated, and her breath was a little disordered.

After a while, she chuckled, her face returned to her former feminine style, and said leisurely: "You are just angry because of this matter?" ”

Mo Hansheng glanced at her and said with a cold expression: "Isn't this a funny thing? ”

Li Hongmei was noncommittal, shook her head and said: "But you should know that I can't help myself, if you are in the same situation as me, what will I do?" ”

Mo Hansheng was silent again, he had to admit that what the other party said was reasonable, but he still insisted: "But you shouldn't be so dismissive, there is no trace of guilt and remorse on your face when you mention this matter." ”

"What's the point of regretting what has already happened. The appearance may not be real, and the surface is laughing, and the heart may not really be laughing. Li Hongmei slowly restrained her smile and said, "If this can make you feel more comfortable, then I won't laugh." ”

Mo Hansheng was silent, turned around and continued to walk, Li Hongmei silently followed behind him.

On the ground, two slender shadows sometimes intersect, sometimes scattered, chasing each other, if they are about to leave.

Until late at night, the two finally returned to the Sunset Sect, and in front of the mountain gate was still the little fat man who called the dragon gate, and he didn't need Li Hongmei to say anything about it.

The two returned to Qingfeng Ju and walked into the courtyard.

The night was dark.

Li Hongmei was the first to speak: "No matter how dissatisfied you are in your heart, I hope that the plan to deal with human traffickers can continue as usual." ”

Mo Hansheng was speechless, nodded and acquiesced to the matter.

Li Hongmei smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Mo Hansheng stopped her, stretched out his hand to hold the talisman on his chest, and his mind communicated with the Qiankun ring in his heart, and a red brocade bag appeared in his hand.

Facing the night sky, he reached out and threw the bag out.

Li Hongmei took the bag and opened it, and there was a yellowed page inside, with some dense small characters written on it.

She glanced at the contents of the paper cursoryly, and then looked up at Mo Hansheng, a little surprised.

This is the prescription for the chronic poison on her body, and a month ago, Mo Hansheng found it in Lu Chengfeng's relics.

It's just that she was worried that Li Hongmei might pose a threat to herself after lifting the poison restriction, so she never confessed to the other party.

Along the way, Mo Hansheng didn't say a word, and kept thinking about the previous things in his heart, if he and Li Hongmei changed places, would he be able to do better than her?

A five-year-old girl has lived in a strange sect with no relatives for more than ten years, who knows how many hardships and dangers she has experienced, how many cold eyes she has suffered, and how many ugly and ugly dirty things she has seen during this period?

What qualifications and positions do you have to demand her and accuse her?

After thinking about it again and again, Mo Hansheng still decided to hand over this formula, if nothing else, just by saving the girl today, she deserves it!

But he didn't want to say these words, and he didn't look at Li Hongmei's reaction, and finally walked straight to the bamboo building without saying anything.

"Men are really face-saving animals." Looking at his departing back, Li Hongmei chuckled lightly and turned back to her residence.

Mo Hansheng came to the bamboo building and was about to push the door, when he casually glanced at the pond, a pair of fish lips faintly appeared under the sparkling water, gurgling and spitting bubbles.

He lowered his hand and walked to the pond, where an arowana poked its head out of the water.

The appearance of this fish was very similar to the one he had caught that day, but Mo Hansheng could see the difference.

Seeing Mo Hansheng approaching, Arowana didn't make any panicked moves, but leaned over very closely.

After a month, Mo Hansheng had used the secret method left by Lu Chengfeng to quietly subdue the Arowana in the water.

He reached out and patted the fish on the head, and the arowana immediately stirred up its gills a few times and spat out a dough of oilcloth from its mouth.

Mo Hansheng stretched out his hand to grab the cloth ball and opened it, and after a brief glance, his expression was grim, and another group of Lu Chengfeng's subordinates caught the prey.

He went into the house, picked up an ink pen, wrote a small note, and wrapped it in an oilcloth.

He returned to the edge of the pond and pinched his fingers in his Adam's apple, making an ethereal and eerie cry that only the arowana could hear.

After a while, the water gently swayed, and the previous Arowana poked its head out again and opened its lips at him.

He took out a fish food the size of a chicken egg and threw it into the mouth of the arowana, along with a ball of oilcloth.

After the interrogation, Mo Hansheng returned to his room and began to practice as usual.

On the bookcase, there are a few books with blue and yellow pages, which record not any secret techniques or exercises for cultivating immortals, but just some well-known history and common sense in the world of cultivating immortals.

Since he was a child, his family was poor, and it was difficult for him to go to a private school, and he was unable to read and write because of his congenital disability, which has always been regretted.

If it weren't for this, how could he have been almost coaxed by his sister-in-law and the steward of Ning Mansion to sign a deed of sale.

Now, now that he has some memories of Lu Chengfeng, he has barely overcome the problem of being unable to read, and he has a large number of books left by Lu Chengfeng.

He naturally regarded it as a treasure, although he couldn't talk about it, he could be regarded as a diligent and painstaking study.

The few thin books on the bookcase can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket compared to Lu Chengfeng's collection, and some profound and complex classics are even more obscure to read, but he is not in a hurry, just step by step, slowly drawing, unwilling to look at the flowers and swallow dates.

In this way, reading during the day, practicing at night, and occasionally going down the mountain to ambush human traffickers have become Mo Hansheng's daily life.

Reading, practicing, killing, the cycle goes on and on, and the days seem monotonous, but he doesn't feel boring or boring at all.

The mountain breeze blows, and the sunset sect spends a cool autumn again.

Mo Hansheng sat upright on the couch, and the Yuan Qi surrounding him stopped without warning, and in the sea of qi, the third air flow had already formed.

The third layer of the Qi Refining Realm.

The wind was fierce, and the window lattices rattled.

Mo Hansheng opened his eyes, walked to the window, and reached out to catch a hexagonal ice flower falling from the sky.

It's snowing.