Help the two little guys pack up all their things, and when Mo He was about to leave with his parents, the two little ones seemed to realize at this time that they would have to stay away from their parents in the future, so they couldn't help but hug their parents' legs and cry.

"Qing'er, Liu'er!" Mohe's mother couldn't help but hug them and shed tears when she saw the two children crying sadly.

"Hey, child, what are you doing, don't cry, come to study in the Baijia Academy, this is a good thing, why are you crying?" Mo Dashan was also a little reluctant in his heart, but looking at the gentleman standing aside, Mo Dashan was worried that they were crying so much, which might cause Mr. Academy's displeasure, so he hurriedly spoke.

Mo He on the side smiled at the gentleman, and the other party also smiled back to show his understanding, this time the students who entered the Hundred Schools Academy, most of them were relatively young, and when they were sent over by their families, they would inevitably cry and cry, these were already commonplace for him, and even he himself came over like this.

However, younger children are also more malleable, and after staying in the school for a while, they will quickly adapt to this place and grow up quickly.

After leaving the school, Mo He's mother turned back frequently as she walked, until she was far away from the door of the school, and she could no longer see there, and she still did.

Mo He originally planned to take his parents for a walk around Yuhe Mansion, but seeing that they were a little depressed, Mo He temporarily suppressed this plan and returned to the inn with his parents, letting them rest first.

"Dad, mother, don't worry too much, I will often come over to see Qing'er and Liu'er in the future, and I won't let them have anything to do in the school, you can rest assured, I will take a rest at the inn this morning, I will go out to visit a senior, come back in the afternoon, take you around, and then let's go back tomorrow, and go to see Qing'er and Liu'er before going back!" Sending his parents back to the room, Mo He said to the two.

Mo Dashan nodded when he heard the words and said, "He'er, if you have something to do, go and get busy, your mother and I are waiting for you at the inn, don't worry about the two of us!"

After Mo He settled the two of them, he left the inn and went to Yuan Daochang, Yuhe Mansion.

Last time, thanks to Yuan Dao's rescue, and none of his own things were returned to him untouched, and now that he has come to Yuhe Mansion, he should go to the door to meet him.

Coming to Yuan Daochang's residence, Mo He stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, and soon a person walked out, young age, with a sad color on his face that could not be dissolved, it was Yuan Daochang's disciple who was carefree.

"Worry-free fellow, meet again!" Mo He said with a smile at him.

When he saw Mo He, he also raised his hand and bowed, and said in a flat tone: "It turned out to be Mo Daochang!"

Mo He looked carefree, and when he heard his flat tone, he suddenly felt that the conversation between the two was just a simple greeting, and there seemed to be a sad atmosphere.

"Thanks to Senior Yuan's rescue last time, I happened to come to Yuhe Mansion today, so I came here to pay a visit!" Mo He continued.

"Oh, the master is inside, I'll go and report it!" Carefree was still in the same tone, and after finishing speaking, he turned around and went in.

Mo He stood in place, looking at the back of Wu Wu leaving, Mo He suddenly frowned.

"It's strange, it seems that every time I see him, my emotions will be unconsciously affected!" Mo He thought to himself.

He didn't meet Wuwu many times, even if he recuperated here for a few days with Yuan Daochang, plus the one before leaving, the total number of meetings was no more than five fingers, but every time he saw Wuwu, Mo He felt that he would be unconsciously affected and feel a little bit of sadness.

However, this feeling is not strong, and the impact on Mo He is also minimal, the cultivator himself is strong, and when Mo He is guarded by the innate immortal spiritual light, this influence is even weaker.

But even in this case, there will still be a little bit of an impact, if it's just the first time we meet and you're not familiar with it, but after a few meetings, this feeling has always existed, which is probably a bit of a problem.

I was thinking about it in my heart, and I saw Wuwu come out again, arched his hand at Mo He and said, "The master let you in!"

"Oh, thank you for worry-free Daoyou!" Mo He nodded immediately, and then walked in.

Worry-free followed Mo He's side, and at this distance, Mo He's careful induction really found something strange.

"The carefree body exudes a sad mood all the time, which is completely the power of emotions. Mo He thought of the cultivation methods of the hundred Hongwen families, who were able to make poetry and poetry show various powers, and to some extent, they relied on their own emotions.

The sad spring and autumn of romance poems, the generosity and heroism of landscape poems, and the golden iron horse of Biansai poems, the emotions contained in them are different, and the ways of showing strength are also different, just like when they were in the Qingmei Temple of Mochizuki Mountain, this not brilliant limerick poem also fits the scene at that time very well, making the two green plum fruit trees more miraculous.

"I've seen Senior Yuan, thanks to the seniors who rescued me last time, the younger ones happened to have to come to Yuhe Mansion today, so I came to visit!"

I don't know if it's his own delusion, Mo He always felt that the face of Yuan Daochang in front of him seemed to be a little older than the last time he saw him.

"Mo Daoyou is polite, I already said it last time, I just asked you to bring it back to recuperate for a few days, not to mention rescue, you don't need to care so much. Yuan Daochang looked at Mo He, and said with a slight smile on his face.

For people who know how to be grateful, most people will have a good impression, and Yuan Daochang is no exception.

"The seniors have done a lot of work, but it is a great life-saving favor to the juniors, so naturally I dare not forget it!" Mo He replied with a smile.

When Yuan Daochang heard this, he didn't continue to dwell on this topic, and talked casually with Mo He, and there was nothing to communicate.

Speaking of which, Mo He and this Yuan Daochang are not familiar with each other, except for the help of others last time, they have met twice before, and they have a familiar face with each other, and when they see that there is nothing to talk about, Mo He is very ready to say goodbye and leave.

It was still a disciple of Daoist Yuan who was carefree, sent Mo He out of the door, and then said hello to Mo He, and then turned around and walked in.

Mo He left Yuan Daochang's residence, but his mind was constantly thinking about worry-free, at a young age, where did he get so much sadness, and even emotions could affect the surroundings.

But in the blink of an eye, Mo He shook his head gently, no matter what happened in this, it didn't have much to do with him, and he didn't need to delve into it, and he didn't have the qualifications to study it deeply.

After Mo He left, in Yuan Daochang's residence, he turned around and returned to his room, sat next to the mirror in the room, and began to imitate Mo He's expression, constantly trying to make a smiling expression.

But no matter what he did, his face in the mirror was always so sad.

Gradually, Wuwu gave up this futile act, reached out and buckled the mirror on the table, with his action, a shadow suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by a burst of pain to the extreme, making him feel that his whole heart was a little colic, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground in pain, his hands tightly covered his chest, and his small body curled up together, trembling uncontrollably.

In another room in the courtyard, Yuan Daochang suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of unbearability flashed on his old face, he got up and stood up, came to the outside of the worry-free room, and wanted to reach out and push the door open, but in the end he stopped moving, hesitated slightly, and turned to leave.

Returning to his room, Yuan Daochang looked at the empty room and suddenly said, "He's like this, don't you have a little bit of unbearable heart?"

As soon as his voice fell, a voice suddenly sounded in the originally empty room.

"At least he won't die in the end!" was a very pleasant female voice, but there was a hint of imperceptible pride in her voice.

"But he is like this, in fact, it is more painful than death!" Yuan Daochang frowned, and said with some unbearability.

"You don't need to worry about it, do your own thing, what I promise you, will be given to you in the end, this is his life, I saved him at the beginning, he should repay me!" said the very pleasant female voice again.

When Yuan Daochang heard this, he was silent and stopped talking, his divine sense had been paying attention to the carefree in the other room, and the expression on his face seemed to have become a little older again.

After a long time, Yuan Daochang suddenly smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and then slowly closed his eyes, withdrew his divine sense, and came out of sight and out of mind.

It is difficult to protect himself, what qualifications do he have to pity others, besides, what can he do, at this moment, he feels that he is really a little sad, and what is even more sad than himself is the worry-free in another room.

Mo He returned to the inn, and in the afternoon, he began to take Mo Dashan and his wife to tour around Yuhe Mansion and went to a lot of places.

The prosperity and liveliness of Yuhe Mansion made the Mo Dashan couple, who had never been out of Zi'an County in their lives, really dazzled and in a better mood.

And with Mo He by their side, the two of them are gone, and they start to feel cramped and uneasy, and when they see something strange and unseen, they will ask Mo He around them, so that they are not afraid of being laughed at.

Early the next morning, Mo He took his parents to the Baijia School again, and when he saw the two little ones, he inevitably cried again, but it was much better than yesterday.

Yesterday, after Mo He and the others left, the two little guys really saw many things that Mo He described to them in the Hundred Schools, and saw many children of the same age, plus the comfort of some gentle female gentlemen, and they have begun to accept here.