The sky is slightly bright, and dawn has arrived.

A sparsely populated mountain village with an old little house.

The host is a lonely old woman who is nearly seventy years old, widowed in her early years, has no children and no daughters, and makes a living by weaving straw shoes, and her body is quite strong.

She got up early as usual and opened the door, only to see a handsome man in white standing at the door, carrying an unconscious woman in green on her shoulder.

The old woman took a few steps back, I don't know what happened, and what will happen next?

An hour later, in the guest room of the old mansion, the old woman glanced at the woman who was still unconscious on the bed, and said to the handsome man in white, "Do you really plan to leave her here?" ”

"I have important things to do, and I can't take her with me." Mo Hansheng said lightly, then took out some silver taels and handed them to the old woman, "Please accept this money." ”

"This can't be accepted, so it can't be ......" the old woman waved her hand again and again.

Mo Hansheng stuffed the silver taels into her hand and held it, and persuaded her: "One of her daughters borrowed from this place, if you don't accept this money, how dare I let her live?" ”

Seeing this, the old woman no longer shirked, and Haosheng collected the silver taels, and hesitated for a moment: "She lives here, there should always be a name?" ”

Mo Hansheng walked out of the door, raised his eyes to the sky, glanced back at the woman on the bed, and thought for a while: "Her surname is Chang, and her single name is a ring character." With that, he walked away.

I don't know how long it took, the woman finally woke up from her coma, she gasped, and her head hurt as if she had been pierced by a thousand steel needles.

"Miss Huan'er, you're awake." Seeing this, the old woman poured a bowl of water and handed it to her.

"Where is this? Who are you? The woman looked sluggish at first, and then saw the old woman with a concerned face, and after being stunned, she looked dazed, "I, who am I?" ”

In a hidden corner outside the house, Mo Hansheng, who was meditating in pranayama, showed his face, confirmed that the woman had completely lost her memory, and quietly left.

He put a magic talisman on his lap again, and ran towards a place where Lu Chengfeng frequented in his memory.

He rushed all the way, trekking through mountains and rivers, refusing to stop for a moment, and finally arrived at a deserted and desolate quaint town.

There is a narrow alleyway in the south of the town, deep and secluded, and I don't know where it leads.

The snow had stopped, the wind had gradually stopped, and Mo Hansheng stood quietly in the shadows, with a few pedestrians occasionally passing by the roadside.

Time gradually passed, until all the passers-by were gone, Mo Hansheng quietly glanced around, and took out some clothes from the Qiankun ring.

He quickly changed his outfit, covered his face with an iron mask, and then took out some miscellaneous items and wrapped them in white cloth, and then walked slowly down the alley.

Just as he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, two figures suddenly appeared around the corner not far away.

The first is a noble son in brocade clothes and a delicate appearance, holding a folding fan and having a graceful demeanor.

Behind him was a black-faced man with a big waist and a burly body.

The noble son gently shook the folding fan, walked leisurely, and faintly showed signs of walking towards him.

Mo Hansheng was shocked in his heart, this distance, with his extraordinary ear power, he couldn't even notice their existence, and he didn't even hear a trace of footsteps.

But he didn't show anything unusual, he didn't look at each other, he just glanced at each other and continued to walk as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen the two men at all.

The two sides moved forward silently, met, and staggered, and at the moment when they were about to pass by, the noble boy suddenly shook his body, as if he had hit his foot, and he bumped into Mo Hansheng very coincidentally.

Mo Hansheng stepped lightly, flashed slightly to his side, and dodged the body that this person leaned on.

The noble son slammed his feet on the snow, scrambled in a panic, and danced his claws in the original for a long time, so as to avoid the dilemma of falling to the ground.

Seeing this, the strong man behind him who was like an entourage only flashed a little surprise in his eyes at the beginning, but he did not show a trace of panic, and quietly looked at his master's embarrassed appearance.

Mo Hansheng just stood quietly aside, watching this scene with cold eyes.

The noble prince glanced at Mo Hansheng with a little embarrassment, and apologized: "I'm sorry, the road is slippery on a snowy day, and I lost my temper for a while, which disturbed my brother's platform." ”

Mo Hansheng didn't answer, didn't even say anything, turned his head and continued to move forward, his steps were as gentle as before, as if nothing had happened, and he walked into the alley in a blink of an eye.

The noble prince was stunned for a while, as if he didn't expect the other party to be so indifferent, and even cherished words like gold, and didn't even bother to reply to a word.

He watched Mo Hansheng leave until the other party's figure disappeared into the alleyway, and he was still staring at the alley with interest.

The noble prince raised his hand, as if to stop the person next to him: "Don't ask anything." ”

But the strong man stayed where he was, not moving, clearly without the slightest hint of inquiry.

The noble prince felt bored, gave him a blank look, and raised his feet and walked towards the alleyway.

There was no one in the alleyway, only the rustle of feet on the snow, and the shallow snow layer was mixed with a lot of dead branches and leaves.

There are some old houses around, the walls are yellow and cracked, there are many small openings, the mottled and rotten wooden doors creak, and there are still some remnants of Spring Festival couplets, it seems that no one has lived and taken care of them for a long time.

At the end of the alleyway is a shop, the façade is not decorated, the beams, doors, and windows have long been painted, and there is not even a plaque in the middle of the courtyard.

There is no plaque, and naturally there is no store name, and it is difficult to see what business the shop is doing, but Mo Hansheng knows that this is a pawnshop.

opened in such an alley that no one cared about, I didn't know that before him, in addition to Lu Chengfeng, there were a few people who would come to pawn items.

The door of the store was half-hidden and half-open, Mo Hansheng stepped in, just glanced at it, the inside was as shabby as the outside, and there was a thin old man sitting behind the counter, who was the shopkeeper in the front yard of this shop.

Mo Hansheng walked closer and coughed lightly, but there was no reaction behind the counter.

He took a closer look, and it turned out that the old shopkeeper was holding his cheek with one hand, and although his eyes were open, there was a snoring sound from his mouth.

Mo Hansheng frowned slightly, and then slapped his palm on the counter.

The slamming of the counter startled the old shopkeeper and almost fell off the high chair.

He narrowly held on to the back of his chair, and was about to have a seizure, when he looked up and saw a tall figure wearing an iron mask, and the anger that had just risen changed into a flattering appearance in an instant, obviously it was not the first time he had seen this iron mask.

"It turned out that the distinguished guest came to the door, the little old man was not welcomed, forgive the sins, please come in." The old shopkeeper jumped out of the high chair, quickly opened a small door on the left side of the counter, walked quickly to Mo Hansheng's side, and made a gesture of please.

Mo Hansheng took a few steps forward, glanced at the low door that was only the height of his forehead, and walked in with a slight frown and bowed his head.

The old shopkeeper followed, then locked the small door and led Mo Hansheng into the backyard.

The backyard has a two-story attic, which is very spacious, and the exterior repair is more than a notch more luxurious than the dilapidated vestibule.

The old shopkeeper went to the attic, grabbed a rope hanging from the door, and shook it lightly.

A pleasant silver bell sounded in the attic, squeaking softly, and the two hollowed-out carved mahogany doors opened without wind.

The old shopkeeper bowed down and said, "Distinguished guests, please come in, the villain will retire first." With that, he left the backyard lightly.

He returned to the antechamber, expertly climbed into the high chair, opened his mouth and yawned, and was about to continue his nap, when the light that came through the door was suddenly obscured by most of it.

Two figures walked into the room.

The old shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had slept in a daze and forgotten any special day?