The town is quaint, and the town is full of people and traffic. In this hustle and bustle, only the ordinary is the main tone. Ordinary cries, ordinary past business trips, everything is not so conspicuous in this ordinary.

This is the southern town closest to Cangjie Mountain, and it is also the first time that Ah Ying and Ah Man have seen so many people since they walked out of the deep mountains and dense forests, and it is a rare lively scene in Mohetu's life.

Walking in the flow of people, Ah Ying and Ah Man did not have any discomfort, and Mo Hetu was caged in grief from beginning to end, ignoring his body.

Along the way, Aman kept introducing the novelties on the side of the stall to Mohetu.

"Sister Tu'er, don't you see if this doll is very fun!"

"Sister Tu'er, look! This grimace is so scary!"

"Sister Tu'er, there's this kind of keju!

Aman introduced no less than seven or eight kinds of playthings, but in the end, he was exchanged for a roaring shout: "Enough! You two ...... You're all bad people, you don't take your daddy with you! I hate you...... I hate you to death!" Tu'er...... Tu'er doesn't want to be with you!"

Mo Hetu burst into tears, a pure accusation and scolding, ignoring the countless strange eyes around him, and then ran out crying.

Ah Man's face was already pale, and his mind kept echoing with the hoarse cry of Fang Cai Mo Hetu, Ah Ying was no different, very calmly staring at the petite figure that was about to disappear into the crowd.

Aman, who was stunned in place, Ah Ying and the two were silent for a moment, and it was Ah Ying who chased out first! Ah Man reacted and immediately rushed up.

Mo Hetu, who ran out of the way, was already blocked by the familiar blue skirt. She glanced at Ah Ying who was blocking in front of her with sad tears, and saw that her face was meticulous, and she was also staring at herself, constantly calling her name, "Tu'er...... Tu'er ...... "Those clear eyes obviously do not have a trace of ripples, but they give people the feeling of raging waves." She didn't know what Ah Ying was trying to express in front of her, maybe even Ah Ying herself didn't know!

Mo Hetu turned his head suddenly, and Aman was already standing behind him, his sad eyes mixed with loss.

"Sister Tu'er, your father is dead, he really ...... It's dead!" Aman silently uttered an indisputable fact.

"Even if we rush back now, he won't come back alive...... Take care of you as before, keep you company, cook you the best meals, catch fun little animals!"

The sadness in Ah Man's eyes was replaced by perseverance, "Since we promised Uncle Mo, we will definitely send you to Feng Luanyi, your mother." Even if Tu'er doesn't like us, we'll do it, I don't want Tu'er to wander in this world, living a hard life of hunger and cold, and my sister doesn't want to ......."

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At the mouth of an alley where the flow of people is a little more leisurely, a striking word "face" is written on the hanging canvas. Under the simple pergola are three tables of eight immortals.

After a few moments, the raw fat shopkeeper served a bowl of steaming noodles. "Come on, come on~ hot chicken noodle soup is here, the guest officer uses the ...... slowly" The owner of the store was full of smiles, and quickly put the noodles on the table, and turned to leave.

"Hey!"

The noodle stall owner hurriedly turned around and saw three people sitting at the front of the table, a woman in a blue dress and two and a half children. Fang just shouted that his voice was childish, and she should be the youngest girl.

"I wonder what else the little girl has to say?" asked the boss as he walked over with a smile on his face.

Mo Hetu asked suspiciously: "There are three of us, why is there only one bowl of chicken noodle soup?"

The fat boss with a bearded face of about forty years old quickly glanced at Ah Ying and Ah Man, and smiled quite awkwardly, "That's because you ...... I only paid a bowl of noodles for silver taels. ”

Ah Man immediately took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Sister Tu'er, you can eat it while it's hot, my sister and I are not hungry, and the chicken noodle soup is not delicious when it is cold!"

Mo Hetu was silent for a moment, with an embarrassed expression on his face, but he still picked up the chopsticks at hand.

She only took one bite and noticed Aman, Ah Ying was sitting upright, staring at herself intently. She naturally knew that in fact, the silver taels carried by the two siblings were only enough to pay for a bowl of noodles. Immediately, his nose was sour, and he cried.

Mo Hetu threw himself into Ah Ying's arms and cried uncontrollably, "Sister Ah Ying, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry...... You and Brother Aman are good to Tu'er, Tu'er shouldn't be so willful!, but...... But Tu'er really can't forget his father, Tu'er wants his father to come back to life~~"

Ah Ying wet her clothes from Mo Hetu's tears, and she only slowly stroked her arm over her shoulder, without too many expressions and movements. She was like fire in ice, no one could feel the temperature of the fire, not even the fire knew its own heat, because the ice was too thick and too long, and it was completely sealed in warmth with an innate coldness.

The bowl of chicken noodle soup was still eaten by Mo Hetu under Aman's strong persuasion. It's Mohetu who is obviously full, but the happiest one is Aman.

Aman casually glanced at Ah Ying, her gaze had been thrown into the distance at some point, and she was fixed on it. Aman looked at the same time, but saw seven or eight young disciples dressed in light gray Taoist uniforms and with extraordinary bearing passing by.

Their faces may be unfamiliar, but the robes also indicate their identity—it is the deep wound in the hearts of the siblings.

This ancient town is the closest town to Cangjie Mountain, in other words, this is the closest ancient town to Broken Cloud Pavilion. The reputation of the Broken Cloud Pavilion is all over the world, and the people in this town naturally respect the disciples in the pavilion as much as they look at the stars and the moon.

Seeing these disciples walking all the way, there were mostly envious and respectful eyes behind them.

"Alas, think that the five elders of the Broken Cloud Pavilion are all meritorious, their qi is extraordinary, and the elders of the Elder Soul are even more kind-hearted, easy-going and amiable, how can they be persecuted by others!

But his words inadvertently touched the sore spot of the two former disciples of the Broken Cloud Pavilion.

The words are terrifying, in just three or four days, Ah Ying has changed from a disciple of the Broken Cloud Pavilion to a remnant of the Demon Sect in the mouth of the world. Ah Ying and Ah Man heard these words clearly, but Ah Ying did not choose to defend herself, and she also forcibly pressed Ah Man's body to stand up. Not to mention what the consequences would be if Aman really rushed to the front of the noodle stall owner to defend himself, even if he could convince a noodle stall owner that Elder Changling was not harmed by Ah Ying, how could he make tens of millions of people in the world believe it?

In just a moment's effort, Aman had already noticed that there were a lot of Xuanmen Qi veins mixed in the flow of people coming and going in this ancient town, and the Broken Cloud Pavilion had been the leader of the Xuanmen for nearly a thousand years, and the prestige of the five elders was naturally extremely high. Now that Elder Changling has suffered this calamity, I think that most of these people have come to mourn and pay tribute.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Ah Ying and his party did not want to stay too much in this ancient town, so they left in a hurry.

The three of them do not take the avenue, but choose the deep alley path. Mo Hetu was very puzzled by this, and he didn't ask much to speed up his pace and follow the two of them.

No one could have imagined that when the three of them crossed the narrow deep alley and turned into the ancient road with a little less traffic, they bumped into two people who wanted to see but did not dare to see them.

Ah Ying and Ah Man paused, their faces were slightly pale, and the two opposite sides were also stunned, their eyes scanning Ah Ying and Ah Man back and forth in disbelief. The atmosphere at this moment was calm and solemn. Mo Hetu naturally didn't know what he meant, and whispered in confusion: "Sister!"

Qinghuai, who was the first to speak, his voice was like a prison beast that had endured thousands of years of loneliness, and all his joy and passion were enveloped by a sadness: "Senior sister, junior brother, you ...... You guys...... Are you all right?"

A slight sarcastic wry smile appeared on Amanran's pale face: "Senior brother, Uncle Changling was not harmed by my sister, do you believe it?" His last word was distinctly low in tone, as if it were a meaningless nonsense.

Qing Shui and Qing looked at this little junior brother sadly, and the expressions on his face were clearly not what he should have at this age. Perhaps the minds of these two senior brothers have flashed through the past time about the two siblings.

Ah Ying's words woke up the two who were immersed in their memories. "Master, are you alright?"

Qing Shui and Qing Huai both sank their heads and became silent. I don't know how long this silence lasted, but a low, mournful voice finally spoke, "Master...... Master...... I know there were three more empty jars in front of his room before he left the house this morning...... There was another pile of vomiting under the ancient mulberry tree on the side of the house......"

Did this frosty woman who came from Guyue Town and worshiped the Broken Cloud Pavilion for more than a month really think that in fact, the most painful thing was the so-called former master! The person who wanted to take her in was the master, the person who wanted to get rid of her was the master, and the person who finally exiled her was still the master. "You will never be allowed to step into the Broken Cloud Pavilion for half a step for the rest of your life" What a thrilling sentence this is, but can Ah Ying understand the extreme pain behind this Ling Ran?