Chapter Ninety-Three: A Carefree Past

"Since you're going to rest, can you tell me about your past?" Mo Lingfan said after sitting down.

"I'm afraid you'll find it incredible. Carefree chuckled, "I'm rarely interested, but you can talk about it!" Mo Lingfan quipped, it's rare for Carefree to see him like this!

Worry-free replied jokingly: "Your rival in love hasn't been solved yet, how can you be interested in my business!"

"Haha, what a rival in love, I'm just helping. Mo Lingfan said with a smile. He lay down and patted the ground next to him.

Carefree will also smile, come over and lie down, looking at the mountain rock overhead, there is a small borehole, very smooth.

"Look at that drill!" Mo Lingfan said after waiting for him to lie down. "See, it's very flat, and the force control is very good!"

"Okay! Mo Lingfan found that something was wrong and said. "Tell me about your old story! From the first time I saw you, I knew your story was not simple. Mo Lingfan frowned and said.

"Haha, that's not like you usual!" said Carefree with a smile. "My master is an elegant man, and if I follow him to cultivate, I will become like that!" replied Mo Lingfan.

"Haha, listening to you say that, my master really has the same virtue as me!" said Wuwu teased himself.

"Really?" Mo Lingfan asked deliberately with a smile. "Well, my master rescued me from the Demon Realm back then. No," said Carefree as he noticed something.

"Haha, since you said it, let's keep talking, what about later?" Mo Lingfan asked.

"Later, he took me as an apprentice, and I was angry, and he was even more unreliable, so the two of us made do, and when I was older, he left!" said Carefree and calm. There was a faint desolation in his voice. A tear fell from the corner of his carefree eye.

Mo Lingfan was also speechless, so he had to say obediently: "I'm sorry, I was reckless." Worry-free!"

"It's okay, it's my life, and it's all bittersweet and bitter. Carefree propped his head up and looked up.

"Let's get some sleep, just wake up!" Mo Lingfan said calmly, "Can it still be like this?" Carefree smiled.

The breeze blows the sand in the valley, covering the eyes and flying all over the sky, a person is dancing in the middle of the valley, the spear is horizontally picked, obliquely split, slashed, the momentum is magnificent, the strength is strong, and the control is appropriate. Each shot hit the space, and the aura surged.

His steps are steady, his body movements are light and powerful, his spear is like a dragon, and his ears are like a dragon's roar.

"Wake up, someone is dancing a gun here!" Mo Lingfan said with a carefree shake.

In a dream, he saw the long-lost master of Forgotten Zen, the old monk, and he dreamed that the old monk reached out and grabbed him and lifted him up, because he was lazy in chanting Buddha. Or pick him up and spin him in circles. That feeling of vertigo left a sequelae for Carefree.

"Don't shake it, I'll die if I shake it again. Before he opened his eyes, he said, "How long have I been asleep?"

"I don't know. Mo Lingfan sat up, and stretched out his hand to pull Wuwu, Wuwu smiled and stretched out his hand, and after the two sat up, they saw the man who was dancing the gun.

"Good marksmanship!" said Carefree as he sat up and complimented him first thing.

"I've seen it in books, this is the realm of guns like dragons!" Mo Lingfan said, "Guns are indeed beautiful, but they lack some music. Carefree smiled.

Mo Lingfan smiled lightly and took out a long piano from the storage bag.

The sound of the piano is light, slowly becoming rapid and excited, his fingers flash blue light, like a ball of blue light beating on the strings, light and smart, the sound of the piano is melodious and moving, fierce and high-spirited, with the posture of a person dancing a gun, there is a chivalrous wanderer's atmosphere of rivers and lakes.

Carefree was listening with his eyes closed, enjoying it very much, and the three of them kept it like this until the man with the gun stopped first, and he stood with his gun in hand. Look at Mo Lingfan!