When he was about to step into the small courtyard, Mo Wen saw Lao Huang, holding an umbrella, standing alone in the wind and rain.

Because of the thinness and rickets, the clothes are more wide, and the belt is loose, like a dead grass in the wind, which will break at any time, which is sad to watch.

Wear a pair of straw sandals, the trousers are rolled up to the knees, and there is a new pair of straw sandals hanging around the waist.

With a shriveled burden on his back, and an umbrella, nothing else, nothing else.

In just a few days, he has changed from a crane to a young man, with deep eye sockets and blank eyes.

He stood alone in front of the door, his rickety body in the wind and rain was heartbreaking.

He looked at Mo Wen, and Mo Wen also looked at him stunned, but he didn't speak.

"Young Master!"

In the end, it was Lao Huang who broke the silence first, he wanted to smile as usual, but for some reason the corners of his eyes were sour, and he didn't laugh in the end.

"To ...... Going far away?"

Mo Wen's throat was stiff, and his chest was uncomfortable. He wanted to keep Lao Huang, but he knew that it was useless, and Lao Huang was stubborn.

Besides, if you insist on staying, is that good for Lao Huang?

"Hmm!"

Lao Huang nodded lightly, and looked at Mo Wen's face in a daze, as if he wanted to remember the young master more deeply.

"Far away? Still ......"

I wanted to ask if I would come, but I felt that something was blocked in my chest, and I couldn't ask what I said later, he was afraid that Lao Huang would really shake his head.

"It's not far! it's on the other side of the mountain!" Lao Huang made an inopportune joke.

"Hehe......"

Mo Wen smiled, when he was a child, Lao Huang led Mo Wen to the mountains, and he always said this when the road was far away, but after the road was over, he never arrived.

"I ......"

"I'll send you!"

What Lao Huang wanted to say, Mo Wen hurriedly said it first, he was really afraid that Lao Huang would leave like this, and he wouldn't even let him send it.

"Uh-huh!"

Lao Huang smiled happily, gently shook the burden behind him, and slowly walked forward with a wooden stick.

In the heavy rain, an old man and a young man walked slowly towards the outside of the courtyard, without speaking, just walking in the rain like this.

Mo Wen wanted to turn around and call him "grandpa", but he was afraid of being hypocritical, and he was even more afraid that Lao Huang would make fun of him, so he kept walking, and walked to the gate of the courtyard.

"Young Master, go back!"

Lao Huang said in a hoarse voice, without turning his head, he walked forward.

Mo Wen looked at the lonely back, the corners of his eyes were very sour, there seemed to be something in his chest that wanted to pop out, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, his mouth opened a few times, and he couldn't make a sound.

The lonely back slowly left, but after more than a dozen steps, it became slower and slower, and Zuihou stopped.

A hint of Xiyi flashed in Mo Wen's heart, and he looked at Lao Huang running back.

He stood happily in front of Mo Wen: "Young Master, I have something I want to give to you, but I am afraid that I can't help you, so I didn't give it." Can...... I think, how can you not leave good things to your family, young master, do you think this is the reason?"

"Huh...... Hmm!" Mo Wenqiang smiled and nodded.

"I think so, too. ”

Lao Huang replied happily, and then he stretched out his hand, gently touched Mo Wen's eyebrows, and then turned around happily, still striding forward.

Don't ask for doubts, he touched his eyebrows lightly, it was cool, like an extra sword, a golden sword.

"Oh, young master, the thing is on Kunwu Mountain, you can find it. In the rain, Lao Huang turned his head and smiled honestly.

After all, he left, and he didn't walk very chicly, Mo Wen could feel it, if it was possible, Lao Huang would not want to leave.

The usual scenes flashed in front of my eyes, the roads we walked together, the rivers we crossed together, and the bird's nests we dug together......

Mo Wen climbed onto a big rock on the side of the road, looked at the lonely figure that almost disappeared at the end of the road, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Lao Huang!"

Lao Huang in the rain stopped, turned around and glanced at Mo Wen with a smile, then put away the umbrella in his hand and carried it on his shoulder, and sang loudly with a hee haha:

"The king has asked me to patrol the mountains...... Babble...... Babble, babble...... After patrolling the South Mountain, I will patrol the North Mountain...... Babble...... Babble, babble, ......"

Lao Huang swaggered and strode forward, and his funny appearance made Mo Wen want to laugh and cry even more.

Mo Wen on the boulder was stunned, and then hehehedaxiao, also shouted at the top of his throat:

"The king has asked me to patrol the mountains...... Babble...... Babble, babble...... After patrolling the South Mountain, I will patrol the North Mountain...... Babble...... Babble, babble, ......"

He roared heartbreakingly, his face was so bright that the rain turned to tears.

The song overwhelmed the heavy rain and resounded through the hills, just like when Lao Huang took himself when he was a child, carrying a wooden stick and walking through the ravines one by one.

Lao Huang left, and he still didn't bring anyone with him.

He weishenme wants to go alone, weishenme doesn't bring a person, don't ask if you don't understand.

What is the big thing, even Kunwu Mountain can't solve it? What is the matter, he has to be a one-armed old guy like him in his last years, helpless and helpless, to face it alone?

Also, he never dared to think: Lao Huang will not come back!

"Ah......h

Mo Wen looked up to the sky and roared, a loud sound that crushed all the rain in front of him, and then his eyebrows suddenly stabbed incomparably, like a sword piercing through his forehead and piercing into his brain.

The golden sword in the center of the eyebrows also burst into a thousand rays of light, and the big stones, grass and trees, and rain in front of him ...... Everything was chopped to pieces.

"Hoo ......"

His body fell straight down, and the pain was so intense that he lost consciousness in an instant.

In an instant, his eyes opened suddenly, and after a while, he stood still, a trace of itching and warmth flowing down his forehead, and a handful of blood.

Don't ask but look up to the sky, laugh until tears, laugh to madness.

"It's a madman!"

"What a psychopath! ”

"There's something wrong with this man, isn't there? crying, laughing, laughing, jumping and jumping. ”

Many teenagers passing by pointed at him, and Mo asked the still miserable daxiao.

Seven or eight people came from a distance, all with gloomy faces, and when they got closer, they saw Mo Wen in the "rampant" daxiao, and a handsome man in white in the middle suddenly scolded viciously: "Little beast, can you find death?"

Mo Wen tilted his head to look at a few people, and said with a cold gaze: "You...... I kind of say it again!"

The man sneered: "Hmph, little bastard, I ask you if you want to find a dead ......."

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Mo Wen is like a barrel of explosives, how can he light it? Before the man finished speaking, he slapped forward with a palm that was extremely fast.

This palm poured all its strength, although it was only a palm, but in the eyes of everyone, it was like turning into a mountain and pressing down, and the powerful palm wind made the surrounding space stagnant.

"Not good!"

The seven or eight people were shocked, this palm was strong, so what did it get? The son in the middle was quite big, and there was no room for mistakes, and suddenly everyone burst into applause, and slapped it forward with all their might, trying to stop it.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Mo Wen drank coldly, and the strength in his hand was greater, and he pressed forward unstoppably.

"Bang!"

There was a dull loud bang, and all the seven or eight people vomited blood and flew out.

Mo Wen sneered at the corner of his mouth, chased after him quickly, and slapped his palm again at the white-clothed man who cursed viciously.

The white-clothed boy was shocked by Mo Wen's palm just now, his face turned pale, and he staggered backwards, wanting to avoid it, but Mo Wen's palm was extremely fast, and it was even more unavoidable, and his eyes were suddenly dead.

"Be merciful!"

Just as Mo Wen was about to slap the white-clothed boy in the chest with a palm, a loud shout suddenly came from behind.

Although the man behind him shouted in his mouth, he really left no room in his hand, and stabbed Mo Wen in the back of the heart with a sword, obviously with the intention of killing with one blow.

This person's cultivation is extremely deep, and the sword is even more powerful, the long sword is not reached, and the powerful sword intent is like a man's back.

"Look for death!"

Mo Wen drank coldly, his body changed suddenly, and he kicked the man in white to vomit blood and fly upside down, and his body suddenly retreated with the power of the rebound.

"Poof!"

His body changed too quickly, and the person behind him was not as good as him, and he was hit in the chest by his heavy shoulders, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

Mo asked with his left hand, grabbed the stabbing long sword and pulled it forward again, and with a palm of his right hand, he printed on the chest of the person behind him.

"Bang!"

The person behind him was slapped away, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand also flew out in reverse, turning into a streamer, and with a "choking" sound, seven roots sank into the mountain rocks.

"Humph!"

Looking at the seven or eight people wailing on the ground, Mo Wen was too lazy to care, snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the holy courtyard.

Behind him, the man in white was helped up by the seven or eight people, he struggled to shake off everyone, pointed his right hand at Mo Wen, and shouted angrily: "Little bastard......! How dare you beat me, do you know who I am?"

Mo Wen paused, looked at the man in white and sneered, his face gloomy.

This person is dressed in a moon-white robe trimmed with gold wire, and the cuffs are embroidered with a golden hill surrounded by clear water.

"Do you think that I really wouldn't dare to kill you with the help of the Canglan Holy Mountain?"

Mo Wen's face was cold. However, others are afraid of him in the Holy Mountain, but he is not among them.

"What a big breath! I want to see who dares not to put my Canglan Holy Mountain in their eyes. ”

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from outside the venue. Although the sound came from a distance, it was full of energy, and it contained dark energy, which shook everyone's ears and buzzed loudly, as if it was on the side of their ears.