Me, sword fairy!

"I will stay in the small town these days. You two can come and find me. If I arise, I will show you both."

After all, the young man drifted away.

The warrior frowned at the moment, as if he was swearing, but in the end he just shook his head, just as a joke from the rich kid, after all, he still shoulders the task of protecting Mo Langwen, and he shouldn't get revenge.

The warrior did not take the young man seriously, but Qin Mu and Mo Mingshi secretly remembered that these two people are both ages of fantasies, thinking about when the magical power will come to the heavens - even though the young people are not what they imagined The white-haired grandfather.

When the young man saw these two coming, he didn't have any special expressions. As he said, it was just a momentary thought.

The young man memorized a paragraph casually and asked them to write it down.

Qin Mu and Mo Mingshi were very confused.

"It's gone?"

"Gone?"

————Yes, this is all gone. After the young man asked the two of them to write down these words, they went out again to wander, leaving the two of them here with a dazed expression.

It didn’t take long before the young man left the town. Later, they didn’t hide the incident. The two retelled this sentence to the martial artist, and the martial artist did not hear the reason. They only felt that this passage was mysterious, like It was the trick of the quack warlock fooling people, and he didn't care, anyway the young people had already left.

It was not until many, many years later that the two understood the weight of that young man, the weight of confusion on his face, and the weight of that passage.

Chapter Thirty Seven

When Qin Mu was twenty years old, he left the town.

When he left, he insisted on performing a teacher-approval ceremony to the martial artist, even if the martial artist repeatedly said that he was not worthy to be his master.

In the end, the warrior was even a little anxious.

"When you are outside, don't tell others that you have been a teacher. With your talent, you can go to all major sects in the world. Don't mention me to others!"

With a master of warrior, it is difficult to worship any major sect.

This warrior, who is always reticent and has a cold expression, probably never thought that he would have such a gaffe.

After that, Qin Mu went to Mo Langwen's side, kneeling three times and knocking nine times.

"I'm an orphan, and my husband is like a father to me. I don't know when I will meet each other today. Mr. Wang cherishes it."

After that, Qin Mu visited the people in the town one by one. He grew up eating a hundred family meals. Now that he is leaving, he has to say goodbye and send something, or clothes sewn from wolf skin, or Zhang made a good bow, or...

After that, Qin Mu left the town.

This year, Mo Mingshi was fifteen years old, at the pinnacle of the Grand Master Realm, only one step away from the Sage Realm.

Another year passed.

Mo Mingshi entered the realm of sages.

Mo Langwen rarely drank some wine, and there was some drunken and hazy taste in it.

He called Mo Mingshi to his side and asked him a word.

"Do you want to know your life experience?"

Mo Mingshi thought for a whole night and asked his father: "Do you miss my mother?"

Mo Langwen was taken aback, then shook his head.

"So, do you have any injustice in your chest?"

Mo Langwen shook his head.

So Mo Mingshi replied: "Then, I don't want to know my life experience."

Mo Langwen was taken aback, then laughed.

After laughing, it was a sigh.

"Yes, you shouldn't be bound by our older generation."

He seemed to let go of something, and a certain obsession in his heart dissipated.

A year later, Mo Langwen was infected with the wind and cold. He passed away almost without any resistance. He left very peacefully. The warrior quickly said goodbye to Mo Mingshi. He stopped talking when he left, but he still said nothing. Just patted him on the shoulder, goodbye.

Mo Ming lived his filial piety for three years. After three years, he left the town and stepped into troubled times.

The unprecedented dark world struck him.

When Mo Mingshi practiced martial arts, the progress was not very fast. On the contrary, during the three years of keeping filial piety, he hardly practiced martial arts, but his strength soared. After three years, he has reached the fairyland.

The nineteen-year-old fairyland is also quite remarkable. Xiang Guo, who is placed in the later generations, is directly the top tianjiao. Of course, he can only be regarded as the upper-middle posture in Gu Hong.

But on the first day of entering Gu Hong, he was cheated of all the money in his body by a group of beggars. If it weren't for the qi surging inside him, like a warrior, maybe even people would be abducted.

Mo Mingshi was extremely angry, but when he recovered that he had been deceived, the beggars had run out of sight. He had no choice but to report to an official, but it was of no use. The meaning of dispatch.

Mo Mingshi felt something wrong at this time.

He felt that the outside world... is a little different from the small town.

No one is kind to the naked eye with malicious intent...

Mo Mingshi didn't have the money to stay, so he had to find a corner to spend the night. Fortunately, he was a warrior in the fairyland, which was nothing.

He was floating around in the city, very confused.

He suddenly realized that this world was a little different from what he knew.

Even without the money, the warrior is still a warrior. Mo Mingshi traveled around several cities by various methods, and finally confirmed one thing in despair.

The ugly heart is no exception, but the small town like a paradise is the exception.

Feelings of homesickness came overwhelmingly, Mo Mingshi burst into tears.

This was the last time he cried.

Mo Mingshi later worshipped a sect named Xuanqing, and later he discovered that the ugliness of the human heart would not be reduced by the name of the sect.

In addition to completing the characters arranged by the sect, the new disciples had to do various chores for the seniors. If they were not convinced, they would be punched and kicked. The supervisor who had collected the money ignored them.

In addition, there were countless oppressions, which Mo Mingshi had endured.

What really made him feel unbelievable was the transformation from the oppressed to the oppressed...

There are cowardly female disciples who dare not say a word when they are being bullied, and male disciples who are unyielding in their will and will resist with their fists.