Chunhua took Li Mo to the west gate of Black Star City, and there was an extremely hidden small teleportation array on the right side of the teleportation array.

Li Mo asked Chunhua, "When you first came to Heixincheng, did you come here?"

Chunhua nodded.

I pulled him on the network teleportation array, put down dozens of spirit stones, and then there was a faint and extremely unclear light that enveloped the two of them.

It didn't take long for the figures of the two to flash and appear in another place.

It is a beautiful place for humans, but it is too ordinary for monks who are accustomed to seeing strange rocks and trees.

But Li Mo was extremely excited, he was too familiar with this situation, this place was the back mountain of Lijia Village.

But Chunhua, who was held by Li Mo, was a little instinctively afraid of this place.

Her legs began to tremble involuntarily, and the palms of the hands held by Li Mo were sweating.

"You don't have to be afraid, tell me which are the bad guys who hurt Lijia Village, and I'll help you take revenge!" Li Mo comforted her softly in Chunhua's ear, and brought some aura when he spoke, eliminating her fear.

Immediately after, Li Mo's eyes changed.

He heard the sound of horses' hooves in the village below the hill and the helpless cries for help from the villagers.

Li Mo pulled the spring flower, and as soon as his feet were forced, he appeared in the village of Lijia Village in the next moment.

What a miserable sight!

A dozen bandits, some on horseback, some on the ground, each with a machete in their hands, were reaping the lives of the villagers as if they were harvesting rice.

The villagers of Lijia Village are like fish on the chopping board and ants in the sea of fire, screaming helplessly.

This kind of cruelty to human life cannot be compared even to monks.

"Stop!" Li Mo yelled.

An invisible coercion emanated from Li Mo's body, suppressing those bandits, and their movements with big knives were frozen!

Li Mo didn't rush to clean them up, but scattered a piece of medicinal powder.

The powder fell on each of the injured villagers of Lijia Village, and their wounds were miraculously healed.

The villagers of Lijia Village had not reacted at this time, they had already despaired too many times, and it was really hard to believe that someone would come to save them at this time.

They thought that the miraculous scene in front of them was just their imagination.

At this time, Chunhua shouted at the villagers of Lijia Village, "The fairy is here, the fairy is here to save us!"

The villagers immediately reacted, it turned out that this was not a dream, it was not a fantasy, it was real.

"It's Chunhua who is back, Chunhua is back with the immortals, we are saved!"

"Ask the immortals to save their lives, and ask the immortals to kill all these brutal bandits!"

All the villagers fell to their knees and wept bitterly, pleading with their mouths.

Li Mo gently flicked his sleeves and gently helped all the villagers up.

These people are all his fellow villagers, how can she stand their bows?

Li Mo flicked his fingers lightly, and the aura in his hand poured out like a tide, shooting on the bodies of those bandits.

In the blink of an eye, all the bandits dissipated as quickly as fireworks.

The villagers of Lijia Village cheered again.

Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of the village chief, he knelt down towards Li Mo.

Li Mo naturally wouldn't allow them to kneel again.

Li Mo glanced at it, but he didn't see many familiar faces.

Back to Lijiacun Village again, it is still that village, and the back mountain is still that back mountain, but in the end, it is no longer a person, and the old people have either turned into dust or are dying old people.

"What's your name?" asked the village chief standing in front of him.

"The little one's name is Li Jiawen!" the village chief said respectfully to Li Mo.

The village chief, about 40 years old, was a somewhat thin man.

Li Mo didn't see the slightest trace of the deceased on his face, it seemed that this was not the descendant of his former friend.

Li Mo suddenly thought of his second uncle's family, and immediately asked, "Where is Li Erzhu's family now?"

But none of these villagers in front of him didn't know who Li Erzhu was!

Li Mo thought about it, at the age of the second uncle, if he was still alive, he would be considered a high life among mortals.

These are all over a hundred and half years old.

She frowned, and wanted to ask the second uncle's son Goudan, but she couldn't remember Goudan's name for a while.

There was no way, in the end, Li Mo had to ask hard: "Where is the dog family now?"

Luckily, someone knows about it this time.

It was an old man in his 70s who came out to speak, and he walked a little tremblingly, "Uncle Goudan passed away a few years ago, and we still help take care of his funeral." ”

"Does he have any descendants alive?" asked Li Mo again.

"There was only one great-grandson left, Dunzi, who was hidden in the cellar by us like the other children in Lijia Village. ”

Li Mo immediately asked the villagers to take him to the cellar.

When I walked to the cellar, it was not very big, and it was like a farmer digging it to store grain.

But there were more than a dozen children, all of whom were not very young, the youngest was only two years old, and the oldest was no more than eight years old.

In ordinary peasant households, a child over the age of ten cannot be called a child, but a half-grown child.

These young children were not disciplined by adults, but they were surprisingly sensible here, and none of them cried.

Li Mo didn't ask these children, who is called Dunzi? She could see it at a glance.

There was a boy hiding in the corner, squatting on the ground with his knees in his arms, but he raised his head curiously and looked at Li Mo, but there was not much fear in his eyes.

From the child's face, Li Mo saw the outline of some cousin dogs! And through the induction of blood, Li Mo could also sense that the child was the descendant of the second uncle's family.

"Dunzi, come here!" Li Mo said to the child.

The villagers who followed Li Mo over were not curious about her great-grandson, who could recognize the dog at a glance, and in their opinion, immortals were omnipotent.

Immediately, he first glanced at the village chief behind Li Mo, and when he saw the village chief nodding, he slowly walked towards Li Mo.

"What a smart and good boy!" Li Mo praised.

Hearing Li Mo's praise, Dunzi seemed to be encouraged, and began to look at Li Mo's face seriously.

Then he said, "I know you, can you help my father and mother avenge me?"

The village chief standing behind Li Mo immediately scolded: "Don't be rude, it's rude to the immortals." ”

But Dunzi was not afraid of Li Mo, his big eyes were shining, and after listening to the reprimand of the village chief, he still continued to say to Li Mo: "I have your portrait at home, you are my grandmother!"

Dunzi's words are not interrogative, but affirmative.