After Fang Ce left, the entire city had a glimmer of light rising into the sky from time to time, and he didn't know where to fly.

If it weren't for his spiritual sense, Mo Jue really wouldn't have noticed these glimmers.

"Hey, sword-player, this girl is going to inform the sect of the news, so let's go first!"

Li Ling on the side hesitated for a moment, threw down a sentence and left.

The demon rebellion is not a trivial matter, you must prepare early, and you don't know which direction the demon clan will choose to go.

Looking at Li Ling's departing figure, a sense of boredom rose in Mo Jue's heart, as if everyone had their own things in the face of this kind of thing, but he himself couldn't help at all.

It's like an outsider, who can't do anything when it's just about the urgency of the situation.

Sighing slightly, Mo Jue walked in the direction of the inn.

By this time, it was already dark, and because of the curfew, there were few pedestrians on the streets, and most of them were people who had drunk from the restaurant.

The men sang unknown melodies and walked down the street shoulder to shoulder, watching them staggering as if they were going to fall to the ground in the next moment.

But they weren't worried at all, but instead had a happy smile on their faces, which made Mo Jue a little stunned.

[Won't they be worried?]

The matter of the demon clan riot occupied most of Mo's mind, although his understanding of the demon clan came from Zhang Ziyi's mouth.

But he could imagine what it would be like if the demon clan entered the city.

A patrol army came from not far away, drove away the drunks, and then came to Mo Jue, and the man at the head said to Mo Jue, "Yo, Immortal Master." See you again!"

Mo Jue came back to his senses from his stunned gaze and couldn't help asking, "We've met?"

"You are really a noble person who forgets things, didn't the little one say last time that he wanted to hold a banquet to make amends to the immortal master?

The man smiled awkwardly and explained.

After saying this, Mo Jue finally remembered that he still listened to what the other party said about the curfew, and he didn't take the matter of setting up a banquet to make amends, so he forgot about it when he turned his head.

"Come to think of it, I was about to go back to the inn to rest, sorry for the trouble. ”

Mo Jue said apologetically, last time he said that he didn't know the rules of the curfew, but this time he stayed outside even though he knew that there was a curfew, which was wrong with Mo Jue.

Unexpectedly, the other party panicked when he heard Mo Jue's words, and hurriedly said: "Don't dare, how can the immortal master be the same as us mortals? The curfew is set for us people, and the immortal master doesn't need to pay attention to it!"

"Hey, Wang Er Mazi! You kid is lazy again, do you want to mess up!"

Before Mo Jue could answer, there was a loud shout from the tower in the distance, and Wang Er Mazi shrank his neck when he was talking to Mo Jue, and hurriedly replied loudly: "Lord Mingjian, the little one is not lazy, let's go on patrol!"

After that, he hesitated and looked at Mo Jue, on one side was the prison army, and on the other side was the immortal master of the Cloud Sword Sect, he couldn't afford to offend either side.

Mo Jue understood and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then you should be busy first, and I will go back too." ”

After that, Mo Jue turned around and left, but his heart was a little heavier.

According to what he learned, whenever the demon clan rioted, the soldiers in the city were the group of people who died the most.

They are also the sons of their fathers, and some of them have not even had time to marry and have children, just because they are soldiers and must rush ahead.

At this moment, Mo Jue finally understood why he felt bored, in order to protect the city, in order to protect the human race, everyone seemed to have his own mission.

He didn't feel this way, and even at this moment he didn't know what he should do, a sense of indifference that seemed to be innate was eroding his heart.

It doesn't matter to him what others do.

As long as you live, you don't care if others live or die...

Similar thoughts are like a deep pool of water, swallowing up ink little by little.

In this kind of thought, the more Mo Jue thought about it, the more bored he felt, as if he had a breath of breath and wanted to vent it.

"Childe, are you back from the Demon Forest?"

An old voice came into Mo Jue's ears, and the old blacksmith was looking at him with surprise on his face.

Mo Jue unconsciously walked to this blacksmith shop, and suddenly remembered the meditation branch in the storage ring, and for a while he had mixed feelings, and replied in a low voice: "Uncle, I came back alive." ”

Maybe the old blacksmith in front of him once reminded Mo Jue of Wang Bolai, so he had an inexplicable closeness to the old blacksmith.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. Alas, Childe come in and sit. ”

The old blacksmith smiled kindly, pulled Mo Jue into the blacksmith shop, and said as he walked: "Thanks to the help of the son last time, the grandson of the little old man has already gone to the private school in the city, and when he comes back this time, he must let the little old man repay the great kindness of the son." ”

Unlike the last time Mo Jue saw him, this time the old blacksmith had a happy smile on his face, and his every move revealed a breath of hope.

Perhaps for this old man, his children and grandchildren carry all his hopes, and as long as they are doing well, they are already very satisfied, so the old blacksmith is full of gratitude to Mo Jue, the person who helped him.

And Mo absolutely expressed his discomfort with the old blacksmith's courtesy, although he did not live a rich life in the past, but Uncle Wang did not let Mo definitely suffer anything.

So much so that his concept of money was extremely vague, and he had no idea what a piece of gold meant to the old blacksmith.

Seeing that after the old blacksmith pulled him into his seat, he was moving a chair and boiling water, Mo Jue couldn't help it, and persuaded him: "Uncle, you don't have to be like this. ”

Unexpectedly, the other party glared at him, and then said: "Why can't you deserve it, although the little old man is quite old, his body is still quite strong, son, you can sit at ease." ”

It's like if he doesn't let him do this, he will turn his face with Mo Jue.

"In that case, the boy is disrespectful. ”

Mo Jue had no choice but to respond, but he couldn't be too casual, and sat precariously watching the old blacksmith busy with his work.

It didn't take long for a cup of steaming tea to be handed to Mo Jue, and the leaves of the two meditation trees were still floating in the cup, exuding a faint fragrance.

Mo Jue saw it very clearly just now, the old blacksmith solemnly took out a small jade box from his arms, and then carefully put two tea leaves into his cup, but there was nothing in his cup.

Seeing this scene, Mo Jue's heart was even more uncomfortable, he lowered his head and sighed, and slowly put the teacup in his hand aside.

[Some things have to be faced. 】

After learning about the Meditation Tree from Li Ling's mouth, Mo Jue always thought that the reason why the old blacksmith's family became like this was inseparable from their monks.

Seeing this, the old blacksmith asked very suspiciously, "Childe, are you not fond of drinking?"

The old blacksmith was stunned in the middle of his words, for he saw that Mo Jue had conjured out of thin air a branch full of young leaves, with a cyan fruit on it.

As soon as the branches appeared, a fragrance spread in the room, Mo Jue took a deep breath, stared at the old blacksmith and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry!"

Of course, the old blacksmith recognized this branch, and it was because of this that his son lost his life, how could he not recognize it?

But Mo Jue's apology surprised the old blacksmith, and then he said in a panic: "Childe, what are you doing here?"

Mo Jue first saluted the old blacksmith, placed the meditation branch in front of the other party, and then told all the things he had learned from Li Ling's mouth to the old man in front of him who had lost his son.

After listening to Mo Jue's words, the old blacksmith finally understood why the meditation tree on the outskirts of the Demon Forest suddenly disappeared, and also understood how Mo Jue's performance today was so strange, and he fell silent for a while.

Mo never got a response from the old blacksmith, he could only keep the salute motionless, he couldn't see what kind of expression the old blacksmith would look like, but he hoped that the old man would feel better anyway.

After a long time, the old blacksmith came to his senses, quickly helped Mo Jue up, and said, "Child, this is not your fault, get up." ”

In the eyes of the old blacksmith, Mo Jue is no longer the noble son, but more like a kind and confused young man.

No one has ever apologized for something that had nothing to do with him like Mo Jue, just to make others feel better.

Although Mo Jue's words just revealed the information that he was a cultivator, the old blacksmith didn't care, if he had been in the past, he would still have a trace of awe for these immortal masters, but after living in this city for a long time, he knew that these so-called immortal masters were just a little more powerful than them mortals, and they lived longer.

"You don't blame me?"

Mo Jue was stunned, he imagined the old blacksmith's various reactions, whether sad or angry, but he just didn't think that the other party would be so calm.

"Silly boy, it's none of your business, why do you blame you?"

The old blacksmith smiled and continued: "What's more, my son will die, and it can only be said that he is too greedy to blame anyone. ”

When people are old, naturally many things have been seen, and the old blacksmith in the past would still complain about the heavens and people, why all the sad things would befall him, but now he wants to raise his grandson more often.

[If Xiao Xuan grows up, he should be the same as the one in front of him.] 】

The old blacksmith thought to himself, and his eyes softened a lot when he looked at Mo Jue.

Listening to the old blacksmith's remarks, Mo Jue felt very uncomfortable, obviously because the monk had collected the meditation tree on the periphery of the Demon Forest, his son would venture into the inner circle of the Demon Forest.

"How can this be said to blame anyone?"

Mo Jue was obviously a little anxious, the old blacksmith's answer was not what he wanted, even if the other party scolded him a few words, Mo Jue would feel better.

The old blacksmith smiled when he heard this, and said, "Oh, young man, listen to the old man's advice. Don't take all the mistakes on yourself, it will be very tiring. ”

Looking at the old blacksmith's free and easy appearance, Mo Jue opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

In his eyes, the old blacksmith's words were undoubtedly very irresponsible, but he could not say anything to refute the other party.

"Xiao Xuan, come out, I know you're eavesdropping, and the sound of reading has stopped. ”

At this time, the old blacksmith smiled and turned back to say a word, and then his grandson walked out in Mo Jue's stunned eyes, and shouted timidly: "Grandpa, big brother." ”

Mo Jue didn't know that there was another person next to him eavesdropping, and he was used to not opening his spiritual sense in the city, because Zhang Ziyi and Hu Anping had told him that it was very rude to snoop on others at will.

"Have you been eavesdropping just now?"

Mo asked in disbelief, just now he told his father's death himself, how could the other party be only six or seven years old, how could he accept such a cruel thing.

The old blacksmith's grandson, Xiao Xuan, nodded silently, indicating that he had heard the conversation between Mo Jue and his grandfather just now.

Then Xiao Xuan comforted Mo Jue in a low voice and said: "Big brother, don't be sad, I really don't blame you, I already knew about my father's death." ”