Mo Wunian and Wu Mu didn't want to stay in Liang Wucheng for too long, because the current Liang Wucheng was too noisy, and they preferred to be quiet.

"We still want to go out of town, if you want to come along. I'm sure your family master won't say anything about you!" Wu Mu didn't want to continue to make fun of Murong Qi, and said seriously to her.

Seeing that although Murong Qi was a monk and had practiced for hundreds of years, in terms of mentality, Wu Mu felt that he was much worse than her. Teased her a little, but she found it interesting.

"Huh, is this okay?"

"What's wrong! Something happened...... This girl has you covered!"

Murong Qi was as timid as a little girl and asked Wu Mu, due to the clan rules, she couldn't go out of the city at will without the permission of the head of the family. The latter was like a golden knife, his small mouth was slightly raised, and his eyes showed a hint of essence and accepted her.

In fact, what Wu Mu said was also extremely irresponsible, if Murong Qi was really held accountable by Murong Cheng later, I am afraid that she would never admit that she had said these words to her. And going out once is nothing...... Because according to the past practice, the most you can do is to be fined for three or five years.

"Xiaoqi, what Miss Wu said, do you really believe it?" However, there were always young children of the Murong family who came with Murong Qi, who didn't believe what Wu Mu said, but smiled at her with a playful smile.

"That'...... I will not go out with you. After hearing this, Ben was still squinted into a crescent moon because she could go out of the city to see a pair of smart eyes, but she was broken by a word, and a sense of loss instantly filled her heart.

But then she heard a few Murong disciples say:

"Xiaoqi, what are you afraid of? It's a big deal to go out with Miss Wu!"

"yes......! We have also secretly gone out behind the back of the head of the house, and at most we have been locked up for three or five years. Besides, the head of the house doesn't want us to come out casually now! This is no different from grounding!"

"Yes! Murong Youzuo's eldest brother is very right!"

......

Hearing a few Murong disciples say this, a smile reappeared on Murong Qi's face, and he pouted, "Then I'll go with you......!" What can he do with me?".

When several disciples heard this, they all looked at each other and laughed after smiling.

"That'...... Sister Wu, I'll just go with you, right?"

"You are poor, obviously when it comes to the age of cultivation, I am not a few years old from you. ”

"But you look very kind, like my sister!"

The little girl Murong Qi didn't look like the world, but her words were very sweet, and Wu Mu touched her head with a warm feeling in her heart when she heard it, and laughed with her.

When Mo Wunian heard this, he felt a strangeness in his heart, he glanced at Wu Mu, and thought to himself that the little girl named Murong Qi in front of him should really be called according to his seniority, and it would be good to call Wu Mu a grandmother. But after thinking about these words for a while, he decided not to say them.

Because if he said it, Wu Mu would not be happy, because it seemed that women didn't like others to call themselves too old. Of course, Mo Wunian didn't realize such a truth, but it didn't prevent him from comprehending it after hearing what others said. Just like when he was still Jiang Tianheng, there was a guy who talked a lot of words, and he liked to tell him this thing again in a day.

It's just that from the words of a few Murong family disciples, he also heard that Murong Cheng seemed to have been grounded with them for a long time, and when he thought of this, he said casually: "Hearing you say this, is there very little chance to come out?"

He didn't ask directly, but chose to knock on the side.

But several of the children of the Murong family didn't think much about it, and they heard Murong Qi say in a somewhat complaining tone: "What my uncle told us all day long is cultivation and cultivation...... I've not been out of the Yuan Palace for almost sixty years! Sometimes I feel like he's an old stubborn!"

Even the other children of the Murong family nodded their heads when they heard this, of course they didn't dare to say directly that Murong Cheng was not, but when they heard Murong Qi say it, they all felt the same way.

"How can that work?" Wu Mu frowned slightly when he heard this.

In this way, it is just to lock people up in one place to practice, and if they don't come out to experience it, they are actually like flowers in a greenhouse, although they are beautiful, they can't withstand the beating of wind and rain.

Mo Wunian almost thought the same way. But he also thought that this still had something to do with Murong Cheng's temperament, for him, he was a person who valued the results, and when it came to the cultivation of the younger generations, he just wanted to see the result that the cultivation realm of the later generations was steadily improving. Of course, this process will not be taken care of......

Moreover, his ability to discipline his children in this way is also related to the situation of internal and external troubles before the election of Zhenguo, and he is eager to train the children of the next generation! This is his method, but the sword is biased, putting the cart before the horse!

And as far as the result is concerned, the rapid improvement of the cultivation realm of the disciples in the immediate future is only a temporary result, and when it is really time to fight with people with real swords and guns, you are the final result.

Mo Wunian wanted to mention these things to Murong Cheng again, but firstly, his identity was really inappropriate, and secondly, Murong Cheng had too many uncertainties, and there were secrets in him, and if these secrets were not spoken, he would not be a doer

A pure person, even if he said it, he is afraid that he will be suspicious again......

Mo Wunian didn't want to be unhappy with him!

Not thinking about these trivialities, after leaving Liangwu City, the group walked straight to a large-scale city of mortals.

The city is bustling and lively, and the crowds are endless...... It seemed that the people in the city were catching up with some festive event, and there were lights everywhere, so Murong Qi saw some mortals writing on long strips of red paper, and then pasting them on the door of their house.

What was written on the note was some words of blessing, such as a good harvest, good weather, or family and prosperity. But Murong Qi hadn't seen these things, and asked Wu Mu curiously, "Sister Wu, what are they doing?"

Wu Mu was also a little surprised when he heard this, and said to her: "There is a festival among mortals. The one in front of me is called the Spring Festival, once a year. ”。

She was surprised how long Murong Qi had been locked up in the Yuan Leaving Palace, and she didn't even know these basic things.

However, Wu Mu was quite patient and explained the specific matters about the "year" for her one by one.

After listening to this, she sighed and said: "Is the Chinese New Year just a family reunion? Then I think about it, I am an uncle, but the time he has been with me for hundreds of years has not added up to more than 100 days. ”。

Her parents, not long after she was born, disappeared with several clan elders looking for the previous lord, leaving her alone, for so many years, although Murong Cheng is her own uncle, but the most she says to her is the word "practice". This will hear Wu Mu say that the New Year is to be reunited, and she will naturally touch the scene.

"Don't be sad! Bringing you out is naturally just to have fun and eat delicious food! Otherwise, what's the point of coming out?" Wu Mu smiled and comforted her, then bought a bunch of rice cakes from the stall next to her and handed it to her.

Before the valley, she was used to eating some natural treasures in the Yuan Palace, for the thing in front of her, she had never seen it, but after she tasted it, the entrance was soft and glutinous, and it was sweet and delicious, just like this, she liked this thing called "rice cake".

"Is it delicious?" was called her sister, Wu Mu really made herself her sister, and looked at her with a doting face.

The children of the Murong family, after leaving Liang Wucheng, had no restraint and discipline, and they just watched the flowers and flowers, and ran wherever they were happy! Even in front of the master of the pasting paper lantern, they all watched for a long time, and they were all curious like children who had never seen the world.

And the old master saw that they were gorgeously dressed, and all of them were extraordinary, so he naturally sped up his kung fu by a few points, and made a few paper lanterns such as horses, cows, and sheep tied with paper, which were lifelike and attracted several Murong family disciples to marvel again and again.

Mo Wunian was attracted by a fortune teller on the other side. After seeing the past, after several children of the Murong family threw a silver ingot at the master who tied the paper lantern, they also followed Mo Wunian over.

I saw that this person was wearing a washed white blue coat, and the person was also thin and skinny, and his eyes were sunken in the sockets and looked very unenergetic, but when he saw someone coming towards him, he suddenly became energetic, Mimi's eyes, pinched his fingers and posed as a master.

"How many...... Is it a marriage or a future? I, Lu Banxian, can pinch and calculate, and I am proficient in everything, if I can't calculate it accurately! You smashed my signboard! And my price is fair, and I am absolutely not deceitful! I will accept you at one time...... How about forty cents?" He seemed to want to say a higher price, but after hesitating, he seemed to have already said a very high price.

A few children of the Murong family didn't care about the price he said, just listening to his words, they were already extremely curious. The monk still doesn't know his fate, how can it come to the mouth of this mortal, and everything sounds simple?

"You come and count it for me! Even if I am this year, I will give you all the money!" Murong Youzuo was really interested, took out a piece of silver and put it on the small table where he set up a fortune stall.

"This ...... How good is that...... It's easy to say! It's easy to say! If you don't sleep, I won't accept this silver!" I saw that the eyeballs in his sockets were dripping and rolling, and I wanted to say, "How embarrassing is this", but for the sake of his master image, and for the sake of the silver, he changed his words.

Then, he motioned for Murong Youzuo to write out a word, and after thinking about it, he wrote an "empty" word.

After he took it and looked at it, he twisted his mustache, and then narrowed his eyes into a slit and said: "This empty word! Literally, it means empty! But seeing that Childe wrote a rich and complete book, I guess Childe's age is ......."

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and pinched it, and at first he said, "About three hundred years old", which made several Murong family disciples, because this was almost his real age!

But he also seemed to realize that he should make up a decent way of nonsense and said: "This prince should be the year of the crown! And I see that you are full of heaven, and you will definitely be rich and prosperous in the future......."

Immediately afterwards, he was full of flattery to Murong You, and although the latter was also happy to listen to it, he was always slightly disappointed that he could not calculate it. But he still said with a slight smile on his face: "It's okay...... Accurately. ”。

"Haha! I said yes!" The guy who called himself Lu Banxian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and filled his mouth for himself

Hu Xu was right and complacent, and it was logical that he would keep the remaining few people, including Mo Wunian, to count.

But the people did not speak, but they all knew that he was fooling people, and they were about to leave.

Even Murong Youzuo secretly said to Mo Wunian: "But I also ask Mo Daoyou, these things are deceptive tricks among mortals, why do I see that there are still many people who come to him to ask about some ethereal things? You should have been in the mortal world for a long time? Can you tell me about it?"

Because just before they came to "Lu Banxian", he also saw that there were more than twenty or so people coming here to tell fortunes. He felt that even these twenty people were mortals, but there should always be people who saw through his tricks.

And he saw that the twenty people were all happy to leave, and he first thought that it was true...... Only then did he follow Mo Wunian. But this will get such a result, and what he sees in his eyes becomes his doubt.

Mo Wunian thought for a while and said: "This kind of thing is to put it bluntly, but everyone knows the truth and falsehood! It is the matter of the wisher taking the bait, coming to spend money to get flattery from a few people, and want to be happy." Just as you are not like that? Mortals actually take it as a pastime. ”。

"Is this mortal pleasure?" Murong You was a little puzzled when he heard this, even the other Murong family disciples didn't understand, but then he said: "Mo Daoyou is right, just spend money to invite someone to praise himself a few words!

At the end of the day, they stopped staying here and moved on to other places.

Only Mo Wunian is still here.

Seeing that he didn't mean to leave, Lu Banxian squeezed his eyebrows and said, "This son looks like a dragon and phoenix among people......!" I'll test you?".

"Okay. Mo Wunian looked at him and said flatly, and then said, "It's just that I want to write a number?"

"Numbers?" When he heard this, he frowned slightly, and suddenly became inattentive, and seemed reluctant to give him the count, but he then said, "But I don't know...... What number is this boy going to write?".

But this kind of reluctance is fleeting on his face, and it seems that no matter how reluctant he is for any reason, he is a person who "loves money as life", and everything is closer to money.

"Between one and twenty...... Well...... I'll just write a seven, shall I?" Mo Wunian thought about it, and finally picked up the pen and wrote a "seven" on the paper in front of him.

And this word is crooked and not distracting at all, just find a child who babbles at random, it should be better than what he describes. But the more this happens, the more it seems that he is a little deliberate.

Seeing this "Lu Banxian" who seemed to be quite good at playing a little Jiujiu, the shrewdness on his face suddenly swept away, and was replaced by a bit of gloom.

His tone was less flattering and more gloomy: "Daoyou, why did you just write these seven characters? It's still true...... You knew I was the identity of the sequence from the beginning?".

Mo Wunian shook his head and said, "I don't know, but this time, I tried it." ”。

"Yes...... Do you know? If you try, you have to give your life here? If you are also a sequence, I will not be able to keep you. Lu Banxian said, the scene around him also changed, and he saw that although everything was still the usual street in front of him, and the crowds were endless, but there was a sudden extra street behind him.

It's just that the street is black and white, as if painted with pen and ink, and it doesn't fit in with everything around it.

This was actually just now when he noticed the change in Mo Wunian's attitude towards him, or it was that after he first noticed that Murong You was a monk, he set out to create such an illusion, which would have pulled Mo Wunian in, and although Mo Wunian could see everything outside, he was also trapped in his magic by the truth.

"And what's your sequence?" Mo Wunian didn't care about what he asked at all, but asked his own question in the opposite direction.

"I'm one! I should have to wait another eighty years before we have to fight to the death...... But I'm afraid I can't wait!, so unfortunately you'll die if you are touched by me!" Lu Banxian said viciously to Mo Wunian. In fact, when he fought with other sequences in the last hundred years, although he picked up a life and came back, the foundation of his cultivation was destroyed!

From then on, whether it was conspiracy or scheming, or all kinds of despicable means, he began to kill other sequences in advance. Because he knew that it was hopeless to break through his cultivation, he had to kill the others in advance.

And he found that in the process...... Perhaps because of the cultivation they had cultivated, he found that the cultivation that he had killed would also be transferred to him! This was something that made him ecstatic, so he was originally in the Yin Void Realm, but now he was a Yang Realm Seven Realm cultivator.

"Am I unlucky, so ...... You think you're going to kill me?" Mo Wunian listened to him again, and still said another sentence to him in simple words.

When Lu Banxian heard this, he laughed maniacally and said, "Isn't what I'm saying the truth? How can you, a Yang Shi Realm cultivator, win me? What's more, this is still a world made of my magic! You will die so much that you can't die anymore!"

As he spoke, he came out with an extra pen in his hand, and then with a stroke in the air, a gluttonous beast made of black and white pen and ink suddenly appeared on the ground, and pounced towards Mo Wunian with a hideous face.

But before he finished laughing and slowly breathed a sigh of relief, his expression froze.