"Shopkeeper, I'm looking for your resident gentleman, do you have something to ask him?" The disciple at the head saw the shopkeeper come forward and said with a kind face, "Okay, I'll go and call him, you wait a minute." As he spoke, the shopkeeper turned around and looked for Mr. Zhudian, who was about to go to the inner hall, but when he heard that someone was looking for him, he came over again, and when he saw the storyteller coming, the disciple said, "The elders attach great importance to it, and they must act in secrecy." The storyteller nodded in agreement, and the disciple stepped forward and whispered a few words in the storyteller's ear.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the soul harvesting technique", although these words were secretly said by the two of them, but they were still heard by a burly guest on the corner table, this guest looked like a mountain village man, but there was a trace of essence in his eyes, and the hands were even more strange, the farmer's hands were not as white as his, and the calluses of the hands that appeared when he raised the glass did not seem to be caused by the farming, he had been drinking tea in the corner, not knowing what he was waiting for.

The shopkeeper is not an ordinary person, after all, he is the shopkeeper of Lingcheng, and Lingcheng is at the foot of the mountain of Jianyuanmen, with some cultivation and knowledge, he also showed surprise when the two of them whispered, obviously he also heard it, and the storyteller was even more surprised, and even his face froze.

"I don't know, I really don't know, this thing has been circulated among the people for many years, why is it that your family is still looking for this thing after so many years?" replied, the storyteller came back from his surprise and replied,

He still didn't dare to call the name of the soul collecting technique, which was also the reason why the other party was so cautious, and sure enough, the other party still understood the storyteller's intentions very well, and seeing that the storyteller really didn't know his whereabouts, he gave the storyteller two taels of silver and left.

The storyteller turned around and suddenly asked the shopkeeper, "The shopkeeper." The shopkeeper replied to him: "Soul harvesting, I hope you will remain silent, alas"

"Dad, what is the soul collection technique?" A cute child in the corner asked the burly man, just after this childish sound fell, the shopkeeper and the storyteller all looked at this corner, they didn't even notice that there was a father and son resting in the corner, the breath was so cleverly hidden, the shopkeeper knew that the corner was a master, and stepped forward and said, "This master, can you report your name, if the store is not well entertained, please Haihan." ”

The man waved his hand and said, "I didn't have any name, it's just the soul harvesting technique that the disciples of the Sword Yuan Sect were looking for just now, do you know?"

Seeing this, the storyteller stepped forward and said, "I know a little bit about this," and after speaking, he glanced at the silver treasure on the table, and continued: " Soul collection is the secret book of the Moon Sect, when the Moon Sect was fighting, the elder of the Moon Sect Yue Xiong fled with the soul collection technique and the half-grown son, since then there have been countless decent people to look for this secret book, but looking for it, not even the shadow of the secret book has been seen, and then everyone said that the moon bear died, and the secret book was passed to his son, but no one has ever seen his son, so the soul collection technique disappeared from people's field of vision, but now the sword edge door has begun to look for this secret book again, which can only be explained"

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at the small shop, and there was no one else except these four people, before he spoke again, "The Sword Yuan Sect wants to use the soul collection technique to find the immortal slasher who was hidden by the ethereal ancestor back then." ”

The shopkeeper added, "According to legend, the soul collection technique can find all the objects about the soul within 10,000 miles, and it can also forcibly seize the memories of others, and in the memory of others, they have learned the exercises, and then practice them themselves, which is really a terrible kind of evil art."

"Thank you" The man was already standing at the door with the child after speaking, "Don't tell anyone about today's events" The shopkeeper and the resident gentleman hurriedly said yes, and when they spoke, the father and son were no longer in the store.

"Father, is soul harvesting really that evil, if you want to find an item with a soul, you must first have a soul of the item, and besides, it's just a search" The father and son had already left the city, and the child asked on a country road,

"Everything has a spirit, and the spirit gathers but does not disperse for the sake of having a soul, and the soul collection technique forcibly looks for the memory of the soul in the human head, and the person who is used to endure the soul is the pain from the soul, so it is evil and weird" However;

"Fan'er, you have to remember that there is no real sense of good and bad exercises in this world, and the ones who really control good and evil are the people who use the exercises, understand?" the man touched the child's head, "Understood, father" The child said obediently.

The two continued to walk forward, and then the man frowned, thinking about something along the way, and after a while, a village appeared in front of the two, the village planted a lot of fruit trees, it seems that it is a village that sells vegetables and fruits for a living, the man walked straight into the village with the child, there is a stone tablet at the entrance of the village, and the tablet reads "Lingguo Village".

A white-haired old man was anxiously wandering in front of a wooden house, and when he saw the two of them coming, he greeted him with a smile and said, "The old man is in a hurry to die, and he has finally come back safely."

"Even grandpa" Fan'er shouted to the old man, and the man also raised his hand and said, "Let the old village chief worry"

The old man stepped forward to hug the child, "Xiao Lingfan, I miss my grandfather" The two are tired of being together like grandchildren.

"Fan'er went into the house to read poetry, I have something to say to my grandfather" The man suddenly interrupted them, and said to Mo Lingfan, who was a very sensible child, knowing that his father had something to say to his grandfather, and it was inconvenient for him to listen, so he obediently entered the house.

As for reading poetry books, his father said that it was for his father to teach him swordsmanship in the future, Lingfan liked to learn martial arts since he was a child, so Lingfan went into the house.

At this time, the old man saw worry in the man's eyes, "Haoran, what's wrong?"

The old man asked, this is Mo Haoran didn't say a word, but looked at the house, Mo Lingfan was already reading on the table, he and the old village chief came to the village chief's house, the village chief's house has a lot of flowers and plants, probably because people like these things when they are old, and the small courtyard is also placed in a circle.

"Now you can say what's going on, you're going to kill the old man in a hurry? Are you being discovered? You tell me, the old man is fighting for his life to save you two. The old man said anxiously,

The dullness along the way made the old man uneasy, and when he heard the old man's words, Mo Haoran knelt on the ground, "Haoran was tragic in the past, and he was taken in by the old village chief for no reason, and he is going to die today, please accept Haoran's worship." ”

This time, the old village chief was even more anxious, and the uneasiness in his heart had reached the extreme, and his old body still quickly stepped forward to help Haoran, "What happened, you said!" At this time, Mo Haoran got up and told the old village chief the ins and outs of the matter.

There was a reading sound in the room, "once the sea was difficult to water, except for Bashan is not a cloud", Mo Lingfan sat at the table and studied this poem carefully, and read the annotations of his predecessors in his mouth, "Express the poet's love at first sight for his lover, and only his lover in his eyes" Now Mo Lingfan has seen many love poems in the book, and he has a certain understanding, so he picked up the pen and wrote, "Love is like a father, and one person will always be one"

At this time, Mo Haoran stood opposite the village, his eyes were gloomy, and the old village chief also had a sad face, "Soul Harvesting Technique! How do you know that it is to find you, not to kill immortals!

Mo Haoran seemed to be even more relieved, "My life has been full of ups and downs, from ordinary to extraordinary, from extraordinary to ordinary, the situation in this world has seen most, I Mo Haoran is not afraid of death, I just can't rest assured that my son, I'm already sorry for his mother I can't bother him anymore, I don't want him to be like me, I hope he can live a life ordinary to live a life, and live a life that his father longs for but doesn't dare to live" said A tear slipped from Mo Haoran's eyes.

This is the first time that the old village chief has seen Mo Haoran crying, Haoran is a good boy, but life is a lover, the village chief thought in his heart and said, "Go, this place is really not suitable for you, I will take care of Fan'er, don't worry, remember, you are a hero, at least I know, I will tell Fan'er"

The old village chief added "Live, you must live" The old man is easy to be sad, after saying that, the village chief began to shed tears, Haoran had already turned around, he whispered "Thank you" probably afraid of being infected by the old village chief's sadness, but he was really grateful to the old village chief for telling his son his story, after all, he may not have the opportunity to tell his son anymore, he said goodbye to the old village chief, stood outside the courtyard of his house, and looked at Lingfan still reading seriously, "This child just listens to me." As he spoke, he turned around and walked silently step by step towards the entrance of the village.

Mo Lingfan saw a vague figure outside, walking towards the outside of the village, he looked at it and lowered his head, he didn't recognize it as his father's back, because when he saw it, it was already far away, just like the distance between them in the future, or even farther.....