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

His voice was nervous and uneasy, and he sounded a little dry. He stood in front of the door holding a hatchet, but his hands were trembling slightly.

This is a slum, and it is not impossible for a thug to cause trouble. But how could a thug make such a big noise? Wang Mu was afraid that the so-called "immortals" would come.

Like a drizzle, Chen Mo's face was sad, but he had no strength to deal with Wang Mucai's questioning, and just walked towards the house step by step.

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

Such a person is not like a villain. Looking at his desolate and despair, he may have encountered something depressed and vented by drunkenness.

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

Wang Mu breathed a sigh of relief, held the hatchet tightly and threatened Chen Mo. He had to deal with such matters involving immortals, fearing that something was out of order.

But Chen Mo still ignored him and was about to break into the room.

"I've taken action." Wang Mucai swallowed. He might not be the kind-hearted man, but how can he forget his life-saving grace? Now is not the time to retreat.

Chen Mo glanced at Wang Mucai, and then a hint of gratitude appeared in his eyes. Seeing Wang Mucai was puzzled, he also 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, crashed into Chen Mo's arms and started crying.

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

"Brother Mo... is it really you?" At this time, another figure ran out of the room. It seemed that he wanted to rush into Chen Mo's arms, but stopped. He looked at Chen Mo wiped tears with one hand and kept pulling the corner of his ragged clothes with the other hand.

"Brother Mo?" Wang Mucai saw that the two little girls had already had some guesses. After hearing the title of Brother Mo, he came back to his senses and couldn't help but speak out: "You, are you Mo'er?"

Wang Mucai naturally knew Chen Mo. Although he had never seen this child several times, he was the only remaining male in Muyan Village. His life-savior regarded him as his life, so how could he not know?

But I remember that this child is thin and short, but now he has such a beautiful and slender appearance. No wonder he can't recognize him for a while?

But how could he appear here?

Chen Mo's spiritual power turned, and the tears on his face were immediately evaporated. He picked up the crying Axiang and bowed deeply to Wang Mucai: "I will never thank you for your kindness. Uncle Wang Gaoyi, Chen Mo will definitely be rewarded with great retribution."

Wang Mucai put away the hatchet with a little embarrassed, but said, "What are you going to repay? Village Chief Chen saved his life back then, I still..."

While he was talking, he wanted to help Chen Mo up, but unexpectedly, he tried his best, but Chen Mo did not move at all. It was not until he bowed three times before he said to Wang Mu: "Uncle Wang, come into the house and talk."

Chen Mo whispered lightly, but Wang Mucai unconsciously followed Chen Mo's footsteps into the house. He was indescribable and surprised. Although this child was polite and sensible since childhood, he was introverted and shy. It is not surprising that he has become a little calmer now, but how can people refuse to speak?

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

"Brother Mo is late."

"But I'm here, it's fine."

The calm words were not loud, but powerful, which made people feel inexplicably relieved. Axiang began to sob on Chen Mo's shoulder again. 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 his two children into the house, and Wang Mu turned around and closed the door, following Chen Mo.

There was only a dim oil lamp in the room. Apart from a dining table and a few wooden boxes, there was only a relatively wide kang. It was very simple, but it was quite clean.

"Mo'er, it's not that Uncle Wang doesn't want to find a better place for Village Chief Chen. But the village chief said he didn't want me to owe me too much affection, and the people involved in this matter were too terrible. The lower the key, the better. Look at the village chief, he refused to accept some clothes and used food, and he only wanted to accept ten steamed buns every day..." Looking at Chen Mo's back, Wang Mucai was nervous about why, just wanted to explain.

He was afraid that Chen Mo would misunderstand and he would neglect the three grandfathers and grandsons.

Chen Mo waved his hand gently and said nothing. A Xiang murmured: "Aunt Wang sewed the clothes for A Xiang, but A Xiang won't change them."

My heart was as if it was 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 in early autumn, he was wrapped in three quilts. If he hadn't struggled to sit up at this moment, revealing his little body, and looking at Chen Mo deeply, he would probably not have seen anyone in the quilt for a while.

"The village chief doesn't want to accept the quilt, but the old man is injured and can no longer be affected by the cold. I forced him to send it and carefully brought it to the doctor, but..." Wang Mucai couldn't help explaining to Chen Mo again, but the second half was not said. I believe Chen Mo should understand the meaning of the words.

Chen Mo then put down Axiang, let go of Lian'er, patted their heads, then sat by the kang, and 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. After pinching the gesture, the fireball turned into a flying fire snake to escape the house for a week. Finally, he wandered around Chen Mo's arm and disappeared again.

"Hiss!" Wang Mucai took a deep breath. Hearing the village chief talking about the immortals and the power of destroying the world, even if Wang Mucai believed it, he felt it was unimaginable.

I didn't expect that now I just saw Chen Mo showing off his skills, and he had no power to destroy the world, and it would be unforgettable for him for his whole life.

The concept of immortals became clear in his mind for the first time.

Similarly, A Xiang and Lian'er were stunned when they saw this scene, and it was even harder for them to imagine how Brother Mo was...

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

"Mo'er, no, Chen Xianchang, you are..." Wang Mucai immediately became chaotic. Chen Mo's move completely shocked him. He didn't know what to do.

"There are ten elixirs in the bottle, so you must not swallow them directly. Take one third each time and melt two pounds of warm water. Take it three times a day. Two elixirs have the effect of cutting bones and marrow and prolonging life. If there is no accident, you can ensure that Uncle Wang is healthy and healthy and live for 120 to 30 years."

"Uncle Wang can hand over the remaining elixirs to future generations to take."

While speaking, Chen Mo handed over another jade slip and said, "Uncle Wang put away this jade slip. If there is danger one day, Chen Mo will arrive soon."

This jade slip was bought by him in order to return to his hometown this time. As long as he inputs his spiritual power, he will feel like he has been crushed for thousands of miles.

The same as the one Ye Piaoling gave him.

Wang Mucai was holding the porcelain bottle at this time and realized that Chen Mo's heavy retribution was indeed not light. He was so angry that he didn't know what to say to Chen Mo.

"Okay, Uncle Wang. Chen Mo has not seen his relatives for two years and wants to reminisce about the past. Uncle Wang will go back and rest. However, today Chen Mo concealed some cultivators' methods for Uncle Wang. Wan Wang understood that this matter was definitely not something that ordinary people can participate in. Even if they die, they cannot reveal any trace of it, otherwise there will be a disaster."
Chapter completed!