The fat aunt led them into a wooden house, which had a long counter. Behind the counter was an old man who looked about seventy years old, with a white-bearded and rosy complexion and a bright eyes. He looked different from those old men in the mundane world.

The fat aunt asked them to call the old man, Grandpa Sanqi.

Several teenagers looked at each other with surprise, no wonder they looked so good, and their feelings became medicinal?

"Thirty-seven, not Thirty-seven." The old man with white hair and hair explained patiently: "There are many people, the same surname, so they are all called in order. Only those who are qualified to leave the family will have their names."

"Okay, I'll hand it over to you. My job is a perfect merit. Uncle Thirty-seven, don't forget..."

The old man waved his hand and asked the fat aunt to leave by herself.

Under the introduction of Grandpa Thirty-seven, the six newly promoted members of the Mo family in Guling finally had a certain understanding of this family.

Although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly decreased, and the Mo family had no choice but to disperse many children from the clan when various resources were scarce, the cultivators cultivated their energy and refined their bodies, and their lifespan was longer than that of ordinary people, and over the past few hundred years, many clan members also increased.

"Don't look at the pavilions and towers inside, you can't get in for the time being."

Grandpa Thirty-seven gently stroked his white beard: "The Mo family members share profits according to their income and earn money by their labor. Only those with outstanding talents or who have great contributions to the clan can live in those houses in the central area."

"Grandpa Thirty-Seven, where should we... live?"

Mo Hui asked with a look of depression before. This is Gu Ling, who is known as a family of immortal cultivation. He will be given a house as soon as he comes. Don’t live too happy.

"Wait, let's see."

With two "drip" sounds, the old man opened a drawer under the counter, skillfully took out a tablet-like thing from it, and calmly unlocked it in the stunned eyes of everyone, poking here and there, and then said: "Nine Rings, District D, bamboo tray room, wooden tray room at any time."

Mo Hui was even happier when he heard this: "Is Jiuhuan close to the central area?"

"Haha, do you think this is shooting? The third ring road is the core area." The white-bearded old man smiled and gave a group of rookies a popular science.

Mo Hui's mouth suddenly collapsed: "Grandpa Thirty-seven, then we are going to the suburbs?"

"Haha, little guy, don't be dissatisfied. How many people have lost all their money and can't get a chance to live in the suburbs of Guling Mo's family. Who told them that their surname is Mo?"

But Mo Hui still looked unhappy. He thought that all of them passed the assessment test and were a relatively special existence in the family.

This was what he and the fat aunt found out. It was indeed that occasionally the children of the other families who were well-off outside were sent to the family, but it was unique to receive six at a time.

Mo Ku thought they would be treated better accordingly. The skinny reality told him that he was thinking too much.

Next, the old man with white bearded pointed and poked his strange tablet computer, and then asked each of them to come over and press his palm on it. Soon, a jade sign with a QR code was spit out from a small jade-colored box next to him.

Mo Ku's eyes were wide open. Is this a combination of science and theology effective?

This is their personal identification card.

But when the old white-bearded man saw that the place where the person's name should have been printed on the back of each identification card was not a number but their respective names, his pupils shrank significantly.

"Let's go, kids, Grandpa Thirty-seven sends you to your residence."

For some reason, Mo Ye felt that the white-bearded old man suddenly became more amiable than before.

After leaving this wooden house, I arrived at the queue.

In fact, the so-called house garage is a single dormitory that is next to each other without even the courtyard wall. The rowing surface is not as good as the coffin room in Gaojiafen Village before.

At least there is a courtyard wall and its own small courtyard.

There is only a bluestone road more than one meter wide between rows of dormitories for people to walk on. Grandpa Thirty-seven pointed to the groove on the door and said, "Green is already lived in, red is no one. The raw material of the bamboo house is Xiaohan bamboo that has been more than a hundred years old, with a room temperature of 18-20° all year round. The wooden house is a fire elm that has been more than a hundred years old, with a room temperature of 25° all year round. Once the house is selected, it cannot be changed."

A strong man in his thirties seemed to have just returned. He saw the white-bearded old man in the crowd hurried over and bowed to say hello to the old man: "Grandpa Thirty-seven."

The old man nodded slightly, "Yeah" and continued to say to Mo and the others: "No matter whether you enter or leave, you just need to embed the identification card into the card slot. After choosing a house, you can move your respective luggage to your room, and then go to the chores office to collect this month's example with the identification card. In the future, you will also use this identification card to receive tasks."

Mo Ku suddenly felt fresh. This is simply a science fiction immortal cultivation card!

The 37th White-bearded Old Man thought about it and said, "If someone in the choreography department asks you to get the task, say you are new and try to turn it off."

The strong man also heard the old man's words and immediately stopped. He had just completed a picking task and was about to get another one. It seemed that he would give up.

After saying that, the old man glanced over the people one by one, and said in a low voice, "I guess the strange phenomenon will be almost here in the past two days. Then we will see the arrangements of the tribe."

The strong man not far away heard what the white-bearded old man said, and immediately looked at Mo Jian and the others with surprise. The person who could let the thirty-seven old man accompany him in person would probably not stay in the Jiuhuan area all the time. He was considering whether he needed to go over and make friends with him.

Because of his health, Mo Li chose the wooden house, while Mo Lin chose the bamboo house. What's interesting is that Mo Li thought that Qiu Xin Mo would definitely choose the wooden house, but as a result, he and Mo Lin, Mo Ku and Mo Heng both chose the bamboo house.

Mo Zhang opened his mouth, but chose to remain silent.

Now Mo Zhang has become Mo Jae's neighbor, and the other four people have chosen to separate the cooler bamboo houses.

It was not until he opened the room he chose with a card that Tiluoga began to communicate with Mo Jian with his spiritual sense.

The fat woman, the driver and the thirty-seventh grandfather are both people with cultivation. Their spiritual sense is more sensitive and they are afraid of being noticed.

Mo Yan's expression suddenly froze and asked Tiluojia: "These should be just the lower-level personnel of the Mo family. If they may notice it, can those masters directly see through your true identity?"

"Impossible." Tiluoga denied: "Don't talk about them, even the most powerful people in this world would not see that I have passed the virtual and real transformation function of the void system. I am now a weasel, and a very ordinary weasel."
Chapter completed!