At the door of the Zhao family's steamed bun shop, a beggar-looking person was feasting on the steamed buns in his hand, it was Mo Chen.

The few copper plates that the woman gave were just enough to buy three buns.

In the first bite of his mouth, Mo Chen almost burst into tears without excitement, delicious, really delicious!

The Queen Mother's many delicacies at the peach party were not as good as the few buns in Mo Chen's hands at the moment.

If you don't compare, you don't know the gap, what is happiness? It's that you eat wild vegetables for half a month, and you will be given a bite of delicious meat-stuffed buns!

Three buns, Mo Chen quickly ate two, he didn't eat enough, but he didn't plan to eat the rest of the buns, and he had to keep them for the little monk.

I asked the store for a piece of oil paper and made a bag, Mo Chen raised his legs and walked to the mountain, this small hill is called Quanshan, there are a few springs on the mountain, the water quality is quite sweet, suitable for making tea, and there are often rich and noble people in Yujing who send servants to come to fetch water in the early morning. However, it was already noon, and the mountain road was very quiet.

"Run, you hurry up and run, go to the village to find your Aunt Qing!"

On Mo Chen's way back to the Dizang Temple, a hysterical shout came from the distance of the mountain road, and then he saw a young figure running towards Mo Chen with all his strength, and two black-clothed figures behind him quickly chased after him.

What's the situation, bandits?

Mo Chen looked confused, how could there be bandits on this spring mountain?

However, he didn't want to be nosy, so he just turned sideways slightly and stood by the side of the road.

Kindness?

Wrong.

The figure running in front got closer, and Mo Chen realized that it was An'er, a thick-eyed young man who had treated him as a beggar and gave him a few copper coins on the mountain just now.

The two black figures were all masked, one tall and one short, much faster than An'er, running like this, I was afraid that An'er would be killed by a knife before she ran in front of Mo Chen.

It just so happened that this time An'er also saw Mo Chen, and there was a hint of joy in his panicked eyes, but then he seemed to think of something, and he didn't open his mouth to shout, but still ran forward with his head down.

However, the two figures chasing stopped at a moment's notice, one tall and one short, and the taller one said to the shorter one: "Big brother, what should I do with this beggar?"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the short figure, and he said coldly: "This incident is top secret, don't miss half a point, let's send it on the road together!"

As soon as the brief conversation between the two passed, the two figures split into two paths, the short one chased towards An'er, and the tall one ran towards Mo Chen.

This is really a person sitting at home, and the disaster comes from the sky, thinking about the bun he is still carrying in his hand or the money given by the person, Mo Chen has to take care of this matter.

He greeted him and shouted to the young man who was fleeing for his life: "An'er, don't run, come to me." ”

An'er, who wanted to pretend not to know Mo Chen, panted and said, "Uncle beggar, you run quickly, they will kill people!"

This little boy is quite kind-hearted, huh, but are we really like uncles?

Mo Chen touched the stubble on his mouth and thought secretly.

The two figures chasing behind him seemed to know each other when they heard the voices of the two of them, and at the same time, a gleam burst out of their eyes.

Mo Chen stepped forward and grabbed An'er, who was rushing forward with a fierce momentum, and said to him: "Don't run, you can't outrun the two of them." ”

And at the moment of speaking, the two masked black shadows chased after them, and the fierce movements of the knife slashed, the two long knives were murderous, and there were a few inches of white knives at the tip of the knife.

When!

It was like slashing on a fine steel plate, making two loud noises, and faintly splashing a few sparks.

The two people with knives were about to be shattered, and the two of them kicked under their feet with a missed knife, and immediately opened up the distance.

I saw that the two long knives that could have been sharpened like iron and clay had a big gap in the blades at this time, and the beggar who had been stabbed twice just now had no scars on his body.

What's going on?

The two masked men, one tall and one short, glanced at each other, both of them seeing fear in their eyes, and the next moment, the two of them separated and ran towards the woods on both sides of the mountain road.

It's just run? It's not fun.

Mo Chen shook his head disdainfully, but he didn't catch up, just two mortals, what is there to chase?

However, that was the internal force just now? It can also release the sword.

An'er, who was held in Mo Chen's arms, was so frightened that he closed his eyes when the two knives were cut down just now, and only opened his eyes after seeing that there was no movement for a long time.

Well?

Is the beggar uncle in front of you okay?

He looked around again, and the two black-clothed figures who had been desperately chasing him just now had also disappeared.

He was full of joy and said, "Uncle beggar, are you alright?"

Mo Chen is this body, but it is not necessarily okay to be hit by ordinary immortals a few times, naturally he is not afraid of the knives of these two mortals, slashing at him is almost like tickling, he smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, your beggar uncle has thick skin." ”

The young man smiled at Mo Chen, but then his mouth tightened, and even his eyes were slightly red, and he choked up: "Uncle Beggar and An'er are fine, but my mother ...... My mother she ......."

Speaking of this, he could no longer speak, and big tears flowed.

Mo Chen had a bad feeling in his heart, thinking of the female voice who shouted just now, it must be this An'er's mother.

He pulled An'er and walked forward, and sure enough, not far away, there was a female corpse lying there, dressed in clothes, it was An'er's mother, but she was stabbed in the left chest, and the blood stained a large area.

"Mother!"

When An'er saw her mother's corpse, she yelled and pounced, crying there without stopping.

Mo Chen watched quietly there, and unconsciously had a trace of resonance in his heart, it was the memory of the original owner, it was the two sons of the Black Feather King who were killed by the two veterans of the Huashan faction in Panfeng Ridge, and it was the hatred of the original owner!

Feeling the growing anger in his chest, Mo Chen stepped forward and pulled An'er away, and said, "Don't cry, people can't be resurrected after death, let's let your mother be buried as soon as possible!"

An'er wiped her tears, her eyes were full of hatred and said, "I must avenge my mother!"

Mo Chen was silent, revenge, if it weren't for Lao Jun's sealing of his cultivation, at this moment, maybe he would have killed in front of the sect in Huashan.

But it's strange today, looking at the dress of the mother and son, it doesn't look like a big family, and those two people don't look like bandits who came to rob money and rob sex, how did they come back to attack and kill the mother and son?

Is it an illegitimate child?

After thinking about it for a while, seeing that the young man was still crying, Mo Chen persuaded: "Don't be sad, let's go up the mountain with me." "Those two have just left, if An'er is allowed to go down the mountain alone, who knows if they will meet again, save people to the end, fortunately, go up the mountain with him.

The boy stood up, wiped his tears, and nodded.

Mo Chen stepped forward, carried the body of An'er's mother with one hand, and led the young man with the other, towards the Dizang Temple.