"Who is it?" Such a loud noise naturally alarmed the people in the house, and the closed door was opened, and Wang Mu walked out.

His voice was nervous and uneasy, sounding a little dry, and he stood in front of the door clutching a firewood knife, but his hands trembled slightly.

This is a slum, and it's not impossible to have a splash to make trouble. But how could there be such a loud noise? Wang Mucai was afraid that there would be so-called 'immortals' looking for him.

In the drizzle, Chen Mo's face was sad, but he didn't have the strength to pay attention to Wang Mucai's questioning, and just walked towards the house step by step.

"How dare you trespass into a private house? If you don't leave, I will inevitably tie you up and report to the official!" Although the night was dark, with the light from the house, Wang Mucai could still see that the person who came was a man who looked like a beautiful scholar.

Such a person is not like a wicked person, looking at the demented appearance, it can't be said that he has encountered something depressed, drunk and vented.

The wooden door of this dilapidated courtyard is probably too sturdy.

Wang Mucai breathed a sigh of relief, clenched the firewood knife and threatened Chen Mo, he had to deal with such a matter involving immortals carefully, and he was very afraid of extraneous branches.

But Chen Mo still turned a deaf ear, and was about to break into the house.

"I did it. Wang Mucai swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he may not be the righteous man who is thin and cloudy, but a dignified man, how can he forget the grace of saving his life? Now is not the time to retreat.

Chen Mo glanced at Wang Mucai, and only then did his eyes show a trace of gratitude, seeing that Wang Mucai was inexplicable, and he felt that the beautiful scholar in front of him seemed familiar.

Before Wang Mu could make the next move, a thin figure rushed out of the room at this time, crashed into Chen Mo's arms and cried.

Chen Mo finally stopped, raised his head, let the tears mix with the cold rain, tightened his arms, and hugged the figure lying on his waist.

"Silence . . . Brother Mo... Is it really you?" At this time, another figure ran out of the house, it seemed that he originally wanted to rush into Chen Mo's arms, but he stopped, watching Chen Mo wipe his tears with one hand and keep pulling the corners of his ragged clothes with the other.

"Brother Mo?" Wang Mucai saw that the two little girls had already had some guesses, and then heard the title of Brother Mo, and after a little recollection, he couldn't help but say out: "You, you are Mo'er?"

Wang Mucai naturally knew Chen Mo, although he hadn't seen this kid a few times, but he was the only remaining male in Muyan Village, and his life-saving benefactor regarded him as his life, how could he not know?

It's just that I have the impression that this child is thin and short, but now he has such clear eyebrows and slender appearance, no wonder he can't recognize it for a while?

But how did he end up here?

As soon as the spiritual power in Chen Mo's body turned, he immediately dried the tears on his face, hugged the crying Ah Xiang, and bowed deeply to Wang Mucai: "Don't thank you for your great kindness, Uncle Wang is righteous, Chen Mo will definitely have a heavy reward." ”

Wang Mucai put away the firewood knife with a little embarrassment, but said in his mouth: "What is not repaid, the grace of Village Chief Chen to save his life back then, I am also..."

As he spoke, he wanted to help Chen Mo up, but he didn't expect him to use all his strength, but Chen Mo didn't move at all, until he bowed three times, and then said to Wang Mucai: "Uncle Wang, come into the house and talk." ”

Chen Mo spoke softly, but Wang Mucai unconsciously followed Chen Mo's footsteps into the house, he couldn't say the surprise in his heart, although this child has been polite and sensible since he was a child, he is introverted and shy, and now it is not strange that he is a little more calm, but how can he refuse?

Chen Mo couldn't care what Wang Mucai was thinking at this time, but stepped forward and tightly held Lian'er's hand standing in front of the door.

"Brother Mo is late. ”

"But here I am, it's fine. ”

Calm words, not loud, but sonorous and powerful, inexplicably reassuring, Ah Xiang began to sobble on Chen Mo's shoulder again, and even the calm Lian'er plunged into Chen Mo's arms, pulled Chen Mo's clothes closer, and refused to let go.

Chen Mo took the two children into the house, and Wang Mucai turned around and closed the door, following behind Chen Mo.

There was only a dim oil lamp in the room, and in addition to a dining table and a few wooden boxes, there was only a fairly large kang head, which was very simple but clean.

"Mo'er, it's not that Uncle Wang is unwilling to find a better place for Village Chief Chen. But the village chief said that he didn't want to owe me too much affection, and that the people involved in this matter were too terrible, and the more low-key the place, the better. You see that the village chief refuses to even accept some clothes and miscellaneous uses, and he is only willing to accept ten steamed buns every day for food..."Looking at Chen Mo's back, Wang Mucai didn't know why, he was nervous and wanted to explain.

He was afraid that Chen Mo would misunderstand that he had neglected the three of his grandfather and grandson.

Chen Mo waved his hand lightly and didn't say anything, Ah Xiang murmured: "The clothes were sewn by Aunt Wang for Ah Xiang, and Ah Xiang didn't change them." ”

His heart was like a knife, Chen Mo took a few breaths before swallowing the sadness, and instead tried to squeeze out a smile on his face.

His eyes fell on the thin figure on the bed, but the early autumn day was also wrapped in three quilts, if it weren't for the fact that he struggled to sit up at this moment, revealing his small body, and looked at Chen Mo deeply, I am afraid that Chen Mo would not be able to see that there was anyone in the quilt for a while.

The village chief didn't want to accept the quilt, but the old man was injured and couldn't bear the cold anymore. I forcibly sent it, and I also brought it to Lang Zhong carefully, but..."Wang Mucai couldn't help but explain to Chen Mo again, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence, and the implication must be understood by Chen Mo.

Chen Mo put down Ah Xiang, let go of Lian'er, patted their heads, and then sat on the edge of the kang, helped the village chief up slightly, and put a pillow behind him.

Looking at Wang Mucai, Chen Mo didn't say much, but raised his hand, and there was an extra fireball in his hand, and with another pinch, the fireball turned into a flying fire snake Raowu, and finally swam along Chen Mo's arm for a circle, and then disappeared.

"Hiss!" Wang Mucai gasped, he had heard the village chief talk about immortals and the power of destroying the world, even if Wang Mucai believed it, he felt unimaginable.

How do you think that now he just saw Chen Mo show his hand, there is no power to destroy the world, and it will make him unforgettable for the rest of his life.

For the first time, the concept of immortals became clear in his mind.

Similarly, Ah Xiang and Lian'er also stayed in the house when they saw this scene, and it was even more difficult for them to imagine how Brother Mo was...

"Uncle Wang. Chen Mo stood up, turned over his hand and took out a white porcelain bottle from the gam, and then stuffed it into the stunned Wang Mucai's hand.

"Mo'er, no, Chen Xianchang, you are..." Wang Mucai immediately became in a hurry, Chen Molu's hand completely shocked him, and he didn't know what to do.

"There are a total of ten pills in the bottle, and they must not be swallowed directly. Take one-third each time, and dissolve two catties of warm water. Take three times a day for three days. The two have been cut off and washed to prolong life. If there is no accident, Uncle Wang can be guaranteed to live for 120 or 30 years without illness. ”

"The rest of the pills, Uncle Wang can give them to future generations. ”

While speaking, Chen Mo handed over another jade slip and said, "This jade slip Uncle Wang has put it away, if there is a danger one day." Crush this thing, Chen Mo will arrive in a few days. ”

This jade slip is a messenger that he specially went to Baibaolou to buy for this return to his hometown, as long as he enters his spiritual power, he will feel it when he crushes it for thousands of miles.

It's the same as the one Ye Piaoling gave him.

Wang Mucai was holding the porcelain vase at this time, and only then did he know that the repetition in Chen Mo's mouth was indeed not light. He was so stunned that he didn't know what to say to Chen Mo.

"Alright, Uncle Wang. Chen Mo hadn't seen his relatives for two years, and he still wanted to catch up, so Uncle Wang went back to rest. It's just that today Chen Mo covered up some cultivator methods for Uncle Wang, and I hope that Uncle Wang understands that this matter is by no means something that mortals can participate in, even if he dies, he can't reveal half a trace, otherwise there will be a big disaster. ”