Chapter IV: Responsibility

The night is coming.

Soaking in the warm medicinal liquid, Jimo let out an ambiguous **, and the old Mo beside him involuntarily trembled his body.

"Mo'er, you're not too young anymore, can you stop being so disgusting as a teacher, when you were a child, you said that you were cute, and you felt it as a teacher, so what about now? Mo'er, you're fifteen years old......"

Jimo stretched comfortably, leaned on the edge of the barrel and closed his eyes, these words Jimo has been listening to for two or three years, Lao Mo said the last sentence, Jimo can say the next sentence, there is really no point in listening to it again.

In fact, Jimo really wanted to know that Mao himself suddenly became powerful today, and the fart of Jian Wushuang was rolling, but seeing that Lao Dao was still chattering, he really couldn't interject, so he could only continue to lean on the edge of the barrel and keep rolling his eyes.

"Mo'er, you have been two for so many years, and you won't say anything as a teacher, but from now on, you can't be two again. ”

"Why?"

"Which girl do you think would like you like like a second thing. Lao Mo spoke earnestly and sighed.

"Master, I don't read much, don't lie to me!" Jimo jumped to his feet and glared at Lao Mo with his mouth wide open.

Lao Mo pursed his lips and lifted Jimo's chin and closed it, "Does it make sense to lie to you for the teacher......?"

Lao Mo's speech has always been that the previous sentence does not match the next sentence, and Jimo has long been accustomed to this kind of tone, but this time it jumped too fast, and Jimo almost didn't catch it.

"Mo'er, have you ever thought about what you should do if one day, the teacher is no longer by your side. ”

Jimo's heart trembled, and he was inexplicably stunned, and then waved his hand and said with a big grin, "Master, what are you talking about, you must live a long life, no, you are more than a hundred years old, you must live a thousand years, long live." ”

Jimo rarely put away the cynicism and looked at Lao Mo seriously, but Lao Mo's face was calm, and he couldn't see anything at all?

Jimo's heart froze, and he suddenly found that the gray hair on Lao Mo's head had turned white, and an inexplicable pain crossed him, but he pretended to be relaxed, "Master, are you kidding me! Do you think that Mo'er is not handsome enough to beat Jian Wushuang today? If that's the case, then Mo'er ......"

As he spoke, Jimo stood up from the barrel, but pretended to be soft under his feet and fell into the barrel. This time, Lao Mo didn't come to help him as usual, nor did he shake his head helplessly with doting as usual.

Lao Mo's face was very calm, no, it was very serious.

Jimo's heart became more and more uneasy, and he looked at Lao Mo nervously, "Master......"

"Mo'er, do you really want to know why you suddenly broke out today to defeat Jian Wushuang?"

Jimo cried with a sad face, "Master, you really don't want that, do you!"

Lao Mo angrily rewarded Jimo with a burst chestnut, "Stinky boy, what about the curse master!"

Jimo touched his head and smiled innocently, but he looked at the miscellaneous and cheap like that, and it was a little obscene, "I knew that the master was teasing Mo'er!"

"Don't want to know, do you?"

Jimo hurriedly raised his hands high in surrender, "Everything is up to the master." After that, he raised his eyebrows at Lao Mo.

The corners of Lao Mo's eyes trembled, and he hurriedly turned his head away, and said solemnly, "Mo'er, do you remember those scriptures that you were asked to read every day before you were a teacher?

Although Jimo is very second, he is not a fool, and immediately reacted, "It turns out that master, you are paving the way for me, that is, for my outbreak today?"

Lao Mo shook his head seriously, "If it's that simple, I won't take a lot of trouble as a teacher." ”

"Then master, you are so ruthless to let me be beaten so many times? Eh, master, isn't that scripture you asked me to memorize every day awesome?"

Old Mordser smiled, "Of course, I don't look at who taught you, how can a teacher give you inferior goods." ”

Jimo was full of black lines, and he smiled, "Then master, you are just a Qixuan double heaven." ”

Lao Mo didn't pay attention to him at all, and said to himself, "The scripture I asked you to memorize is called the Tibetan Emperor Sutra." ”

"Tibetan Emperor Sutra, it sounds so awesome!"

"It's not awesome, it's super awesome. ”

"Do you remember the story you told you about the king of men when you were a child?"

Jimo nodded, and said with a whimsical grin, "Master, should you tell me that this Tibetan Emperor Sutra belongs to the king of people! ”

Lao Mo nodded solemnly, looked at Jimo and said solemnly, "Yes, Mo'er, I want to tell you that you have the same physique as the human king, and the same physique has only appeared so many times in millions of years." ”

Jimo stared at Lao Mo with his eyes open, and stammered, "Master, I'm cowardly......"

Lao Mo stared into Jimo's eyes, "But I didn't lie to you. The art of the emperor, the holy fetus of the absolute path. The corners of Lao Mo's mouth raised slightly.

"But, master, you know, Mo'er just wants to be a second goods, be a small person, live a comfortable life, bully and bully Jian Wushuang, and then be bullied by Jian Wushuang, that's enough. Jimo's eyes rolled involuntarily, looking at Lao Mo uneasily.

Lao Mo smiled, "The master didn't let you bear anything?"

"No, master, you lied to me. Jimo stared at Lao Mo with wide eyes, and stood up from the barrel with a bang, but at this moment it was not funny, and some were just solemn about to condense.

A trace of unbearability flashed on Lao Mo's face, and he said silently in his heart, "It's me who is selfish, I only think about myself, I never think about Mo'er's feelings, I never ask Mo'er what she thinks, so I forcibly paved a way for Mo'er." ”

Jimo is a little person, he has no goals, no ideals, he just wants to be happy like that, be stingy, bully and bully others, and then be bullied by others, this life is enough.

He never thought about it, nor did he expect how awesome he would be, what kind of savior he would be, and how capable he would be. Jimo is afraid of bearing, Jimo is afraid of losing, and Jimo is afraid of hard work.

He is just a small person, a little person without ideals.

However, Lao Mo suddenly told him that he had the same physique as the human king who was known as the "King of Men and the Immortal of the Ancient World, and the First Immortal of the Extinction of the Desolation" - the "Peerless Holy Fetus", and also told him that he had been cultivating him since he was a child. Tell him......

"Master......" Jimo shook his head, got up and rushed out of the barrel, and galloped out of the house, "Mo'er wants to be alone and quiet." ”

Looking at Jimo who rushed out of the room, Mo Tian's face changed, and finally sighed, "Mo Tian, are you too selfish to give Mo'er a choice at all, so you arranged such a result for him." Mo'er has his own life, why do you want to force him. ”

Old Mo felt a pain in his heart, "Could it be that Mo Tian, you decided to adopt Mo'er back then because Mo'er was a peerless holy fetus and could cultivate the Tibetan Emperor Sutra...... Mo Tian, are you too cruel......"

......

Jimo felt that his brain was very messy, and the more he reasoned, the more chaotic he became, he never thought about it, and he never thought about it, he would be very awesome.

I always thought that Yanchen and Yanran were born to be high, and it was enough for me to be satisfied with the giggling of a small person.

However, I don't want to be like Yanran and Yanchen one day.

Jimo doesn't blame Mo Tian, if it weren't for Mo Tian, Jimo wouldn't know where he had starved to death. Ten years, what Mo Tian did to him, didn't he feel it? That was doting, that was connivance, that was kindness.

Jimo always thought that he would live a lifetime like Mo Tian, and then silently remembered Yanran in his heart, and finally one day, Yanran married Yanchen, and he cried painfully again, and finally silently watched Yanran in a small corner for the rest of his life.

When one day he sent Lao Mo away, he adopted an orphan again, indulged him, and doted on him, until one day he was old enough to enter the ground, and his life passed like this.

Plain and bland, this is the pursuit of Jimo.

Maybe in the next life, he will live a life like this. Satisfy the greed of a little person, do a little bit of scoundrel things that little people should do, and be a second commodity who doesn't think about anything.

"Ding......

"Bell ......"

"Bell ......"

The crisp and melodious wind chimes broke Jimo's contemplation, he slowly looked up, and saw the pavilion that was more than ten zhang high, and the pavilion in the night was so illusory and ethereal, just like Yanran was out of reach.

Jimo smiled bitterly, "Why did you come here unconsciously?" ”

But he still slowly walked towards Yanran's Lou, but after only a few steps, his heart ached, and he remembered Lao Mo's joke, "Which girl do you say will like you like such a second goods." ’

sighed helplessly, and slowly turned around, "Maybe what the master said is right, how could Senior Sister Yanran like me as a second goods." ”

Jimo wanted to leave, but he couldn't lift his feet, like a thousand catties of boulders falling on his feet, and it was difficult to move at all.

Hesitantly, he turned around and looked up at the wind chimes under the eaves, watching her flutter gently in the wind, listening to the crisp and melodious jingle sound. Jimo's eyes became a little blurry, and a strong inferiority complex arose in his heart.

Jimo, Jimo, you are really a toad who wants to eat swan meat. Senior Sister Yanran is so beautiful, her cultivation talent is so good, and she is still the sect master's personal disciple, how can you ......

Suppressing the helplessness in his eyes, Jimo smiled self-deprecatingly, and finally turned around resolutely.

Jimo, stop being delusional, Senior Sister Yanran......

......

"Why rush to leave when you're here?"

The cold and soft sound was mixed with the jingling of wind chimes, and it reached Jimo's ears from afar.

Jimo turned his head suddenly, and found a white shadow standing on the tall building, even in the night, that white shadow was so clear. The long silver-white hair that was full of wind and automatic was constantly trembling mischievously.

The empty valley orchid, the butterfly in the snow, the fairy in the dust, the jade man in the ice.

Just at that glance, Jimo lowered his head with low self-esteem, and whispered softly in a voice that he could barely hear, "Senior Sister Yanran......"

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