Li Mo was about to open it to see what was in the Qiankun bag, but Bai Ling'er stopped: "Go back and see, no matter what you send, it's my heart, don't refuse, and don't dislike it." ”

This is all about feelings, Li Mo is not hypocritical, put the Qiankun bag into the storage bracelet, and by the way, he took out a storage bag that looked a little childish here and handed it to Bai Ling'er: "This is my gift to you, and you can wait to see it later, it is also my intention." ”

Bai Ling'er didn't dislike the shabby storage bag, and accepted it with a smile.

People are especially prone to pleasure when they have a full stomach, and Li Mo walked back happily humming a song all the way. But because it was on the street, for fear of bad influence, I could only meditate silently.

When I passed by a street corner, I saw a group of people watching two beggars.

There is no shortage of beggars anywhere in this world, and in the mortal world, even the most prosperous capital, there are groups of beggars. Prosperity is just because the rich are too rich.

Even if this is a city that belongs to monks, but monks are dedicated to cultivation, many of them will need mortals to do some chores, and the children born to monks are also mortals.

Those mortals who have lost their jobs, mortals whose parents have disappeared or died unexpectedly, almost all of them have been reduced to beggars. This is almost worse than a mortal city.

After all, in a mortal city, as long as you have hard-working hands, you can always eat a bowl of rice, but here, without the protection of the monks, you can only wander and lose everything.

Li Mo didn't have the energy to care about the life or death of mortals in Fuxian City, and she didn't have the ability.

There must be something extraordinary about these two beggars being watched by so many people. Li Mo looked at it from a distance through the crowd, and it didn't seem to be anything special.

An old beggar sat lazily or unlovably on the ground, with his back against a wall behind him, and a mess of bedding underneath his body.

What is special is that next to this beggar old man sat a delicate young man, this young man was clean, about sixteen years old, wearing only a single coat, his hair was a little messy, where is this half a beggar look.

But he was clearly begging.

Because on the ground in front of him was a broken bowl like the old man's.

Everyone looked at him because of his appearance, white and pure skin, delicate and delicate facial features, smart eyes, and vermilion lips.

Among the onlookers, a female cultivator said, "This young man is really beautiful and cute, do you want to take it home and raise it to play?" But it's more of a saying: "It's a pity that he's a mortal who looks so beautiful." ”

So Luoluo also joked to Li Mo and said, "Do you want to take it back and raise it for a few days?"

Li Mo looked at Luo Luoluo's eyes, do you think I look like such a boring person?

However, Luoluo thought it was funny, and said: "You should also practice more poison pills, should you try the medicinal properties?"

There were really bored monks in the crowd, who had gone up to ask the boy if he would like to go back with them. It doesn't matter if you look so good, it doesn't matter to mortals, it's good to take it home and bring it to tea. Mortals don't need to cultivate, they don't spend spirit stones and pills, they can feed them with a little silver.

However, the young man's words made everyone who asked back.

The boy said, "It's okay to go home with you, but I have to take my grandfather with me." After speaking, he pointed to the old man who was sleeping comfortably.

In front of so many people, no one would embarrass a mortal and snatch this young man back. But in the first place, taking the young man home was just to please his eyes, and wouldn't it be a dirty old man to go back to his eyes.

Li Mo went up with a smile at this moment and said to the delicate young man: "You go back with me, I will accept you and your grandfather." ”

The boy didn't react yet, and the old man, who had been half-paralyzed and pretending to be dead or asleep, immediately got up when he heard this, and quickly pulled out a worn-out dog-beating stick from the broken bedding under him.

Then he patted the young man and said, "Don't hurry up, finally there are kind-hearted people who are willing to take in our grandchildren." ”

Li Mo said, "Come with me." And he led the way.

The young man felt ashamed, lowered his head and refused to get up, and was dragged up by the old man, half-dragging and half-pulling behind Li Mo.

The onlookers all felt that it was their own delusion, and this mortal old man who looked thin and half dead could have such strength.

Li Mo's eyes didn't see it, but his divine sense had been paying attention to this grandson, so he naturally saw it. She didn't mind that this old man was in good health and had great strength, and what she needed was such a person.

The young man reluctantly transmitted the voice to the old man: "Grandpa, if you don't want to let you go home, why do you want others to take it back." ”

The old man said in an unfathomable voice: "This is called fate, and it is also a kind of cultivation. You still don't understand, learn from grandpa. ”

The young man scoffed, what kind of practice is this, his life is so hard, and he is such an unreliable crazy grandfather. The most important thing is that this grandfather is still pro.

In Li Mo's opinion, the grandfather and grandson are also very abnormal, but in this world, suffering drives people crazy, and there are a few people who can live as beggars and still maintain normal sanity.

Bringing the grandfather and grandson back to the courtyard, Li Mo sat in the courtyard and looked at the grandfather and grandson who were standing.

The old beggar man was smiling, and the smile was so exaggerated that the dirty ash on his face fell down. The delicate young man, his fair face was a little red, and he didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed of the unfairness of fate.

Li Mo did not condescend to them, nor did he have mercy.

The old man had already let go of the hand holding the young man, and he kept rubbing his two hands, and said, "Boss, we are back with you, do you see if you want to give us something to eat first, we are almost hungry." After the old man finished speaking, he pretended to be, half leaning on the young man, rolling his eyes, looking half hungry.

But after breathing, he was obviously still energetic, and his hands and feet were not like words. It's too fake.

Li Mo hid the smile on his lips, although he didn't pretend to be like it, but the old man's words made sense. She threw her divine consciousness into the Qiangkun bag on her body, and put everything she ate in it.

But after looking for it, I remembered that the original mountain of mortal food had been emptied before, and there was not even a single pill of Bigu Dan, and it was all packaged and sold to Nangong Hao.

As for the spirit fruit and spiritual honey, how could she be willing to take it out and give it to mortals.

In the end, Li Mo took out two pills with mild medicinal properties, which were just five-pin pills that were solid Peiyuan and nourishing the spirit. Although this elixir was also precious, it was the most valuable thing that Li Mo felt he had.

With a flick of her hand, the pill flew into the palms of her grandfather and grandson, and she didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the old man was a little fast.

The old man didn't seem to look at it, and put the pill directly in his mouth, and the pill melted in his mouth, but he was indeed like eating a strong beef pill, chewing it so delicious.

The young man was still staring at the pill in his hand in a daze, and the old man said to him: "Hurry up and eat, if you don't eat it, you still want grandpa and me to feed you, or do you want the owner to feed you by himself?"