The next morning, the rain tossed all night and finally stopped.

Chuan Han looked forward to Mo Dao's return.

Mo Daozheng was tying the stone jar in the courtyard with a thick rope, and he said to Bailichuan, who was carrying several large and small packages behind him: "Now you can rest assured, the brother of the big family, gave me a good life last night, so that they don't dare to regenerate right and wrong." ”

It turned out that as soon as Mo Dao went last night, he went straight to Zhang's mansion, lit the sleeping hole of the sleeping brother of the big family, hung it upside down on the beam, stuffed the hideous and terrifying head of the big family into his arms, let him hug it tightly, and carved a line of words on his two white thighs:

If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself! This child is a blessing and a power, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, which is really hateful. However, the situation is quite light, and the prefecture does not care. If he is less than a day, he will be like a brother, and he will search for your soul, and go into the eighteen layers of hell to be tortured, and in the next life he will be reduced to an animal way, and the world will be like a cycle, until his sins are gone.

This king remembered that his mother had a relationship with me, and he couldn't bear to break her tail, so he warned him with a manifestation, and remembered it.

The place where the payment is actually "King Bian Cheng".

Hearing what the master said so wonderfully, Chuan Han couldn't help but say: "You have to scold his mother, this is hateful." You're just hanging people upside down. Before the laughter came out, his face stiffened again, as if he remembered something, and he was alone in silence.

Mo Dao glanced at him and said, "Are you reluctant to leave this place?"

Chuan Han looked at the endless sea water, listened to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore rocks, and suddenly his heart suddenly returned to a tranquility, and only sighed lightly: "It's not that I can't bear this place, it's just that some people are reluctant to this place...... Master, let's go now. ”

Mo Dao scratched his head and smiled: "Good boy, you are worthy of being my apprentice, you should know right and wrong." He glanced at Chuan Han and continued: "Although being a teacher is extremely weak to this love word, what Sour Xiucai said is also reasonable: the ignorant heart is the most beautiful, and it is an indispensable wealth. But if you stubbornly touch it, you will turn the ineffable beauty into the ugliness of reality. Wouldn't it be better to hide this hazy thing in your heart, and then think about it as sweetly as it comes?"

Chuan Han nodded as if he didn't understand, and said, "Yes, Master." ”

Mo Dao smiled with satisfaction, stroked his head, buckled the thick hemp rope tied to the stone jar on his shoulders, and walked parallel to Chuan Han, walking towards the only way out for a hundred miles.

The morning light has kicked off, and it is a gorgeous and colorful morning, bringing freshness to the world. Last night's rain had scoured the mountain road spotlessly, revealing many rocks that had been buried in the mud in the past.

The master and apprentice walked slowly on such rocks. The smoke behind him, the verdant forest in front of him, the soft glow, the golden bathing of the old and the young, the heart is indescribably quiet and comfortable.

"Master, is there really no mother-in-law who has ever taken a fancy to you?" Chuan Han was still thinking about what Fang Cai Mo Dao said, and suddenly seemed to grasp the key and asked.

Mo Dao glared and reprimanded: "Where is it, I see that your kid must be itchy, and what he says is all unpleasant, and he spoils the scenery." If you look better than Pan An, you will know how many sisters should flock to it. It's just that I don't want to worry about these cumbersome and troublesome things, otherwise, hehe, you don't know how many teachers there are now......"

Chuan Han really looked at him carefully, pretended to be contemplative, and said: "Master is indeed outstanding, so why is he still an old bachelor? I think that the ten ** is caused by this quirky temperament, ruthless and vicious, and loves to torture people, such a person must not be ......."

"You, you're looking for flowers for hundreds of miles, but you can't eat shit? Do you want everyone to learn from you, and go to the widow's door to mess with the grass and tease the cat?" Mo Dao scolded endlessly.

"Evil old bachelor, when have I ever done such a dirty thing? If I don't make it clear, I will break off with you, and the master and apprentice will not have to say anything. Chuan Han stopped and yelled at Mo Dao.

Mo Dao didn't seem to expect him to be so excited, his footsteps paused, and he suddenly lost his voice and said: "This is just to describe your prodigal boy, you are excited." Don't you also make up a false truth, when did the teacher love to torture people and be vicious?"

Chuan Han freed up a hand, pointed at him, and said angrily: "Do you dare to say that you don't have it? That messy medicine, you don't know whether it's useful or not, you just beckoned to me, what kind of nonsense, if something goes wrong, even if you are a ghost, you can't let you go." ”

"I ...... As a teacher, I was also forced to do it, who told Luo Jing's old aunt to hide in Tibet, and I didn't see anyone, so I was a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and I gave it a go. Isn't this effective, what's the hurry?" Mo Dao said, stretched out his hand to stroke the stubble under his chin, and muttered: "Renyun's 'Ten Dao and Nine Doctors', it seems that it is not unreasonable, after all, this thing is out of yin and yang gossip, but it is just a balance of yin and yang, Yang Sheng descends from yin, and Yin is controlled by yang. ”

After Mo Dao finished speaking, he was very proud and laughed. Baili Chuanhan was suffocated for a while, his face turned red, and his expression seemed to be eager to pick off Mo Dao's skin.

He glared at Mo Dao viciously, and as if he really couldn't find the words to scold that could relieve his hatred, he snorted heavily, turned his head and left.

"Flower boy, walk slowly, this stone jar is very heavy. Mo Dao gathered the hemp rope and hurriedly waved forward and shouted.

This Chuan Han deliberately quickened his pace, didn't look back, and said angrily: "If you are too heavy, throw this broken stone jar away, and save yourself from staying and torturing people." ”

"What kind of world, and what is the principle of heaven?" Sun Da is more than a grandfather, alas, ......" Mo Dao shook his head and sighed bitterly, and muttered: "Broken stone jar? How do you know that for this rotten stone jar, it cost me six thousand taels of white flowers and silver." The old boy who struck iron should also change his name, so he called Gao Peel ......"

Baili Chuanhan didn't expect to see the "high peeling" in Mo Dao's mouth so soon.

Ten days later, Chuan Han and Mo Dao stood in front of a blacksmith shop. The so-called "shop" is just a broken house, and the geographical location is really not ideal, far away from the downtown for a few miles, hidden in the side alleys, and the business is naturally deserted.

A blackened and smoked look fluttered in the wind, but a big word "iron" was vaguely recognizable. The tall oven at the door was blazing, and the tongues of fire were dancing wildly, scorching and awe-inspiring. However, the "high peeling skin" with the bellows is even the back of the body to give people a cold feeling, teaching people to glance, as if entering the harsh winter, they can't help but feel cold.