"Han Li is a nephew of my master's deceased, and my master asked me to explain a few words, so please make it convenient for Senior Brother Zhang." Zhao Mu said that, and then bowed his hand to Zhang Jun.

"It's what Hall Master Zhao said, junior brother will go by himself, I'll wait here for a while." Zhang Jun thought about it, then agreed and let the group rest on the side of the road for a while.

Zhao Mu, on the other hand, beckoned and led Han Li to the side.

Han Li peeked at the senior brother in front of him who was about the same age as himself. With sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a dignified appearance, and an ordinary green coat called him suave, he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of himself, and secretly thought to himself: "This senior brother has such a good appearance, if he wants to marry a daughter-in-law in our village, the threshold must be broken, and I don't know what he is looking for me." ”

Thinking of this, and seeing that Zhao Mu hadn't spoken for a long time, Han Li couldn't help but muttered in his heart, and said, "Senior Brother found Han Li, I don't know what it is. ”

Zhao Mu seemed to have just come back to his senses, stared at Han Li's eyes, and said, "My name is Zhao Mu, the personal disciple of the master of the Hundred Forging Hall in the door, because your third uncle is kind to me, if you encounter trouble in the door in the future, you may as well come to me." ”

With that, Zhao Mu looked back at the people in the distance, found a perspective that they couldn't see, and found a fist-sized stone from the ground, and held it in front of Han Li, shaking it with a squeeze. Zhao Mu opened his fist, and the hard stone turned into fine sand and slid down his fingers.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Han Li, who was still childlike, widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide as if he could stuff an egg.

Zhao Mu saw that Han Li was captured by himself, clapped his hands, slapped the rest of the stone and sand, and continued: "The scene just now, don't make a noise for the time being, you just need to know that as long as you come to me for these Seven Xuanmen, I can protect you no matter what." ”

Han Li closed his mouth wide open, nodded like pounding garlic, and said, "Han Li thanked Senior Brother Zhao. ”

Zhao Mu: "You don't have to thank me, I just repay your third uncle's kindness in the past." After saying that, he turned around and waved his hand at Han Li before leaving in style.

Seeing that this strange senior brother was gradually moving away, Han Li calmed down and returned to the crowd.

Zhang Jun saw Han Li returning, and was about to ask, but before he could speak, a horse-faced senior brother on the side, who was also an escort disciple, hurriedly asked, and his tone was gentle: "Senior Brother Han, I don't know what Senior Brother Zhao told you." ”

Han Li heard that Senior Brother Horse-faced had a completely different attitude from before, he lowered his head, exchanged his hands, and said in a childish tone, "Senior Brother Zhao said that my third uncle and Hall Master Zhao have a good relationship, let me go to him more in the future, and have more contacts." ”

When Senior Brother Ma Yan heard this, thinking that the weapon he had customized in the Hundred Forging Hall had been silent, his tone couldn't help but be more gentle: "Senior Brother Han actually has such a relationship with Hall Master Zhao, and he must have been tired all the way. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Han Li to speak, he picked up Han Li and walked forward. It was said that it was supporting, but it was actually almost putting Han Li on top of him, so that Han Li would neither have to exert strength to walk, nor would he feel any discomfort due to his body being supported.

Han Li experienced the comfort of sitting in a sedan chair, thinking that this was like a cloud of mud before he had seen Zhao Mu, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious about Zhao Mu in his heart.

What kind of person is he, just after meeting him, the once unruly horse-faced senior brother grovels to himself.

After that, the group continued to hurry, and then encountered a series of things such as Dr. Mo, we will not show it for the time being, and say the other side...

After leaving Han Li and his party, Zhao Mu continued to walk through the steep mountain road, and a set of light skills for chasing the stars and the moon were used by him like a perfect fire. The disciple who guarded the mountain on the road happened to see him, and he could only see a black shadow flashing by.

Zhao Mu hurried quickly while reminiscing about the past.

Ten years ago, Qingniu Town.

In winter, the snow is falling, and the streets are crowded with pedestrians.

A young man was also walking on the road, he was wearing forged clothes, a fat round face, a small beard, an ordinary appearance, and a long knife of the outer gate of the Seven Xuanmen Gate on his waist.

While passing by an alley, Mustache suddenly hears a baby's cry, and Mustache thinks it must be an abandoned baby.

Over the years, I have heard his brothers and sisters say in Qixuanmen that many parents who cannot afford to raise their children, or deep boudoir women who are pregnant before marriage, will abandon their children who have just been born in the dark alleys, leaving them there to be adopted by well-wishers.

The mustache hesitated for a moment, and thought that he was in a mess, so he wanted to leave, but when he was about to change his course, he seemed to hear the baby's cry gradually weakening, and his heart moved with compassion, and he turned into the dark alley.

The goose-feathered snow still didn't stop, and the mustache picked up the child on the snow by the faint moonlight.

Strange to say, it had been snowing for three days in a row at this time, and there was snow all the way, but the bluestone ground around this baby, who was wrapped in strange adult clothes, was extremely dry, and the snow was like a snake and scorpion.

The baby's crying grew louder, and the mustache could not think about it, so he continued to wrap the baby in the strange garment, and returned to his place of residence.

It was a complex of small tiled houses, and the mustache used the key to open the door and enter the four-walled house.

The room is less than twenty square meters, and the most striking thing when you get inside is a wooden bed. On the wooden bed was a thin futon with several patches and a worn-out pillow.

Everyone is incomparably beautiful when they enter the Seven Xuanmen, but after all, the scenery is not the majority. There are batches of people who enter the Seven Xuanmen every year, and the competition in the outer gate is also fierce.

The disciples who have been cultivated to adulthood in the Seven Xuanmen, if the assessment is not up to standard after being released, the income is also terrifying, and they can barely make ends meet.

And the mustache is the group of people who failed to meet the assessment standards, and the misery among them is not enough for outsiders.

The mustache put the baby on the bed, covered the baby's whole body with a thin futon, and saw that he was still crying, thinking that he was hungry.

The mustache, accustomed to being alone, was at first at a loss, but then he had an idea, fortunately, he made a fire to cook porridge, and when the porridge was ready, the bowl came out, and the porridge was carefully blown and then fed to the baby.

Originally, a baby of this age should not be able to eat this food, because the baby is weak and cannot digest it, but I never thought that this baby would eat with relish, and after eating enough, he fell asleep deeply.

The mustache looked at the sleeping baby carefully. The red fluttering face, because he was full, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he also laughed softly.

Later, after several twists and turns, and several circumstances, the mustache handed over the baby to the Zhao Hall Master of the Seven Xuanmen who had never married a wife and had children. After seeing this cute and lovely baby, the master of Zhao Hall saw that he was happy to hunt, so he adopted him as a disciple and named Zhao Mu with Zhao as his surname, which means peace and harmony.

Later, because of the act of giving away the baby, the mustache, with the help of the master of Zhao, became prosperous in the outer door and built a large restaurant.

And this mustache is Han Fatzi, Han Li's third uncle.

That's why Zhao Mu said that Han Li's third uncle was kind to him, and why did he help Han Li enter the Seven Xuanmen Sect assessment, and asked for favors to leave Han Li to become a registered disciple.

Hurrying on the road, the clips of the past kept passing through Zhao Mu's mind...