The people drinking in the lobby of the inn were five Mongolian soldiers. They drank generously but not too barbarically.
It seemed that he had been drinking for a long time, and there were three or four empty wine jars next to him.
Guo Mo recognized at a glance that the person sitting in the center was his first master in this world, Shenjian Zhebie.
Zhebie also recognized Guo Mo, but he did not recognize him immediately. Instead, he said to the soldiers.
"It's rare that I have some free time recently, so I should go back and spend the holidays with my family. Maybe one day I will suddenly receive an order from the Great Khan and I will have to go to war again."
"I've almost had enough to drink today, and I'm tired. Let's disperse first."
Zhebie is their immediate boss, and these few people were promoted by Zhebie. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are confidants.
Otherwise, he would not have been idle for so long along with Zhebie.
Just because we were one of our own, at the end of the year, I accompanied Zhebie to this inn for a drink.
Seeing that Zhe had stopped talking, several people hurriedly stood up and left. They drank quite a bit.
Several people rushed to pay the bill, but were told by the shopkeeper that Zhebie had already paid, so they helped each other and left. Before leaving, they glanced at Guo Mo and Huang Rong.
"master--"
After watching those people go away, Guo Mo came to Zhebie and called "Master" again.
At this time, the waiter came over with two bowls of ginger soup.
Zhebie didn't say anything, and motioned for them to drink ginger soup first to warm themselves up.
"Mo'er, how dare you come back? Stop staying in the inn and go home with me."
Seeing that the two of them had finished drinking the hot ginger soup, Zhebie spoke.
"Go home? Master, do you have a home here?"
Guo Mo knew Zhebie and lived in the military camp all year round.
Of course, I did not delay marrying two wives, and I also have two sons and one daughter, but it seems that they are not here.
"Hey, that's right. You guys need to clean it up. It's more convenient to live at home."
Seeing that Zhebie kept insisting, Guo Mo was also happy to see the result, so he had no choice but to return the empty bowl to the store.
I also asked the waiter to pack four roast chickens and five kilograms of braised pork for me, and also brought a jar of good "Prairie White".
"You kid, are you still worried that you won't have anything to eat when you arrive at the master's house?"
Seeing Guo Mo drinking both wine and meat, Zhebie couldn't help laughing and scolding.
"Hey, it's already dark. If we get to the master's house and there's not enough food at your place, we'll still be hungry."
Guo Jing had always been respectful to Zhebie since he was young. When Zhebie taught riding and archery skills, he was also extremely strict.
But Guo Mo is always smiling playfully. He only needs to fulfill the requirements put forward by Zhebie. He will never do more than one point, and you will not be able to find faults.
Guo Mo thanked the store owner again and asked the waiter to bring his horse over. He put the packaged meat on the horse and carried the ten-pound jar of "Prairie White".
In other words, Zhebie is actually the most typical prairie people, who originally had no fixed abode.
It's just that in the past six months, people like Tuo Lei, Zhe Bie, Han Baoju, etc. who were close to Guo Jing and Guo Mo have been more or less ostracized by Wo Kuotai.
Of course, Han Baoju led the people from the "Seven Sages Village" and went straight out of the desert. After all, Tuo Lei was Temujin's own son and he also had his own tribe and grassland.
Although Tuo Lei was temporarily squeezed out, he would not be idle.
On the other hand, this Zhebie is already fifty years old, and he has suffered many pains from fighting for half his life.
Seeing that people from Wokuotai's group were targeting me in this way, I simply took sick leave and went back to recuperate.
Genghis Khan did not want to cause such embarrassment, so he also appointed him to stay behind and help with the supply of food and grass.
The desert grassland has been snowing for two or three months. Where can we still transfer grain and grass?
It was nothing more than a comfort, and Zhebie knew it well.
Genghis Khan Temujin, although he was a hero for a lifetime, after all, heroes also have their twilight years.
And Ogedai was the next Great Khan he had chosen in his heart.
Jebe simply recovered from his injuries in the rear and built a courtyard in this town.
Originally, most people built yurts here, perhaps due to the influence of the "Seven Sages Village". In recent years, Mongolians who have the conditions have also begun to build their own yards.
Two months ago, he even brought his two wives and youngest son over.
The eldest son, Hushengsun, is already twenty years old and works under Tuo Lei's tent. The only daughter also got married last year, to Muhuali's second son.
Only the youngest son Orusi is left. He is just twelve years old this year. His nickname is Haji. He was born to Jebe's second daughter-in-law.
As for Zhebie's second daughter-in-law, she was a Han Chinese, an orphan from the Kingdom of Jin who fled north.
Haji's appearance is more similar to that of his mother. If you don't look carefully, you won't think that he has Mongolian ancestry.
Zhebie's home is located at the eastern end of the town. It is a courtyard covering an area of about three acres. The overall structure is really modeled after the "Seven Sages Village", but it is much smaller.
Guo Mo didn't ride a horse either, but just held his hand and walked back with Zhebie.
It was originally in a town, and the distance from the inn to Zhebie's home was less than two miles at most.
Although the snow has not stopped now, it has fallen much slower and is drifting slowly.
Zhebie just knocked on the door twice, and the old soldier who answered the door opened the door. He saw that his general had returned, followed by two guests.
He hurried forward and took the initiative to lead Guo Mo's two horses.
Guo Mo carried the wine and meat he bought and followed Zhebie inside.
The entire courtyard is very simple and seems a bit empty. The third courtyard and the reception hall are located in the second courtyard.
When the three of them arrived at the reception hall, a servant had already lit a lamp in the room and lit a charcoal fire.
"Go, go to the backyard and ask Yun Niang and Haji to come over. Tell Mo'er that she is here and ask her and Haji to stay with you."
Guo Mo came with Huang Rong. It was not easy to greet Zhe by himself.
And Jebe's eldest daughter-in-law is also an out-and-out Mongolian, two years older than Jebe.
I am a little older and my legs and feet are not very convenient. The most important thing is that I cannot speak Chinese well.
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It wasn't long before I heard footsteps outside.
"General, I heard that Mo'er is here? This guy still has a conscience. He knows that he came to see me, my wife, during the Chinese New Year?"
The second daughter-in-law, Yun Niang, has a bit of a shrewd temperament and has been with Zhebie for fourteen or five years. When Guo Jing and Guo Mo came to Zhebie to learn martial arts, she took care of them.
Perhaps because everyone is Han Chinese, both Guo Jing and Guo Mo were extremely kind and respectful to this young lady.
Also because of Yun Niang, Zhebie's home has many more Han elements than other homes, such as the Chinese New Year.
Before this person came in, the voice came over first.
As soon as the damper clicked, a woman came in, followed by a man and a half, who was a head taller than the woman.
"Disciple has seen Master Niang——"
Guo Mo hurried up and bowed deeply to the visitor.
Although Guo Mo was careless with Zhebie, he was very polite to this young lady. He knew that this young lady's ancestor was also a high official in the Kingdom of Jin.
The little master's wife grew up in a scholarly family, and she was not very knowledgeable or disciplined. When she and her elder brother were young, they studied poetry with the little master's wife for two years.
Later, his family fell into decline and he even offended the powerful officials in the court, so he fled north to the desert and met Zhebie.
"Gee, you're really Mo'er? I still think your master is trying to coax me. Sit down for now, today I finally got someone to stay with me on New Year's Eve. Is this Miss Huang?"
Yun Niang stepped forward to help Guo Mo up and looked up and down at this apprentice whom she hadn't seen for several years. The last time they met was Guo Mo's sixteenth birthday, right?
Then, Yun Niang saw Huang Rong next to her, and her eyes suddenly lit up. What a beautiful woman!
Then he thought of the news Zhebie had told him, and immediately guessed that this woman should be Mo'er's wife, Huang Rong.
"Look at how careless I am. Ronger, come here and call someone. This is my little mistress. She has taken care of me and my eldest brother since we were young. Master Zhebie, you have seen her in Taihu Lake."
Huang Rong glared at Guo Mo, wondering why such a smart person couldn't speak today?
What does it mean to have met in "Taihu Lake"? Is this a vague reminder of the time when Zhebie was captured in the Taihu Lake Water Village?
Sure enough, Zhebie, who was sitting aside, had a slight blush on his face.
Fortunately, it was late at night, so no one noticed, but they just said in their hearts: "What a dear disciple!"
"Rong'er has met the master's wife. I heard from Brother Mo that there is a well-educated master's wife on the grassland. She is beautiful, smart, and beautiful. It turns out that she is like this when she sees her today."
"Gee, would Mo'er praise me like this? Miss Huang is the most beautiful one. I don't know how much virtue Mo'er, a brat like me, has accumulated in his previous life, to be able to find such a good wife as Miss Huang."
Well, as the saying goes, three women make a show, but these two are just complimenting each other.
"Master's wife, please don't be polite. You are brother Mo's master's wife, that is, Ronger's master's wife. Please don't call me 'Miss Huang', just call me 'Rong'er'."
Being held in Yun Niang's hand and looking at her wildly, Huang Rong, who was born in the world, felt inexplicable "pressure".
"Gee, okay, I'll call you 'Rong'er'. Now that you're here, let's try the master's cooking. I usually cook it for others to eat, but all the delicious food is in vain."
"I'm going to help too—"
Yun Niang left with Huang Rong.
Little Haji stood there at a loss, but looked straight at Guo Mo.
"Is this little Haji? He was less than five years old last time I saw him, right? Come here and let me see, what did he eat to grow so fast?"
Haji was just twelve years old. In terms of age, he was the same age as his third disciple Hu Yande, but he was five months younger than Hu Yande.
Now this head is really quite tall, only half a head shorter than Guo Mo, but very strong.
Big arms and thighs, big feet and big hands. Although his face looks a bit gentle, he has the physique of a warrior.
Seeing Haji, Jebe's eyes visibly lit up.
He was particularly satisfied with his youngest son, who had been smart since he was a child and had learned a lot about Han culture from Yun Niang.
As for my riding and shooting skills, I no longer had to teach this boy when he was ten years old.
Zhebie also worked hard and asked the "horse king god" Han Baoju to pass on his son's martial arts skills.
Unfortunately, Han Baoju is short in stature, and what he is best at is equestrian and a set of "Golden Dragon Whip Technique".
He found that this little Haji was already a proficient in riding and shooting skills, so he naturally didn't have to teach him. It seemed that the boy wasn't too interested in the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" either.
And Zhebie has been an old friend for many years. He is loyal and upright, and he also took good care of him in the army. He is also the master of his two apprentices, Guo Jing and Guo Mo.
Finally, because I couldn't save face, I taught Haji the first three levels of the "Seven Styles of the Desert".
In just over two years, Haji's martial arts has improved rapidly.
Especially in the past six months, Zhebie has been constantly training his son when he has nothing to do.
Just last month, Xiao Haji completed the third level of "Daytime Yellow Sand" of "Seven Styles of the Desert".
The fight started right away, and I was already able to fight Zhebie back and forth, evenly matched within a hundred rounds.
Haji's archery skills were obviously inherited from Zhebei, and the good guys in the army called him "Little Zhebei".
Seeing that his son was so promising, Zhebie was both happy and sad at the same time.
Fortunately, my son is only twelve years old and his martial arts skills have reached this level, which is much better than his own back then.
Moreover, Haji was not a warrior like ordinary Mongolians. He was also well-educated and well-educated. He was a good candidate for both civil and military skills.
Sadly, I no longer have to teach my son.
This kid loves to learn martial arts, and he blames himself for always showing off his two apprentices, Guo Jing and Guo Mo, at home when he has nothing to do.
Guo Mo, in particular, is a very prominent figure in his own right, and the rumors inevitably add fuel to the fire. To little Haji's ears, it's like a god descending from heaven.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Therefore, in Haji's heart, he believed that Guo Mo was the most powerful person in the world, and this person was also his father's apprentice.
It's just that in Haji's impression, the memory of the two brothers Guo Jing and Guo Mo was vague, after all, he was only a few years old at that time.
And this person whom he had admired for so many years actually appeared in front of him at this moment, sitting not far in front and greeting him.
"Orusi, I have met Brother Guo."
Xiao Haji suppressed the excitement in his heart, came to Guo Mo, and performed a standard Han ritual.
"Haha, Orusi? Who gave you such a hard-to-pronounce name? I'd better call you Haji."
Zhebie has a black line again. Is "Orusi" difficult to pronounce? I picked it, what's wrong?
Not long after, Yun Niang and Huang Rong came back again.
He greeted the servants and brought in all the prepared meals.
There is a large Eight Immortals table and several Taishi chairs, which are completely Han Chinese style and are obviously a legacy of the "Seven Immortals Village".
Sweet and sour hump, roasted pork cubes, shredded milk tofu, oxtail in clear soup, hot roast chicken, sliced braised pork, and a whole roasted lamb.
What surprised Guo Mo the most was that there were actually two large plates of dumplings.
Of course, in this era, this thing is not called "dumplings", but "jiazi". The name of dumplings will have to wait hundreds of years.
"Mo'er, eat with your belly open. Your eldest brother didn't come, so you have to eat your eldest brother's share for him."
Okay, there is an alternative to this.
This was the most heartwarming New Year's Eve that Guo Mo spent outside.
Yun Niang sat next to Huang Rong, constantly serving her dishes, and even cut off the best mutton from the roasted lamb with a knife for her to eat.
When she found out that Huang Rong was actually the mother of two children, she was surprised and hurriedly asked her how she took care of herself.
Why can't I tell at all that Huang Rong looked like she had given birth to a child?
Hey, Guo Mo has a dark streak. It turns out that for thousands of years, women have cared about the same things.
Zhebie was in the inn just now. He only had fun greeting his subordinates and didn't drink much himself.
Now at his own home, his apprentice Guo Mo came to visit again, and Zhebie naturally drank happily.
The master and apprentice drank half of the ten-pound "Prairie White" in a short time.
Little Haji was sitting in the middle, eating dumplings silently. He actually liked eating "coins" very much, and he didn't have much enthusiasm for the beef and mutton.
It's just that my mother doesn't often do "slots". Whenever the New Year comes, she can enjoy herself.
"Master, do you have anything you want to tell me?"
Several times, Guo Mo saw Zhe's hesitant expression, but ended up with a bowl of wine.
"Mo'er, here at Zhebie, you can rest assured that no one will harm you unless your master dies."
Zhebie drank a bowl of wine and said earnestly.
Guo Mo felt moved when he heard this, and the scene when they had just met appeared in front of his eyes.
Facing Temujin and the hundreds of personal guards he led, Zhebie had the same expression as he did now, standing alone in the front, protecting himself and his eldest brother Guo Jing behind him.
"Haha, look at what you said, Master. If I don't trust you, how can my disciple dare to come here? Besides, there is probably no place in this world that my disciple is really afraid of going to."
Guo Mo also drank a bowl of wine and said proudly.
"Master is very ashamed of what happened at Seven Sages Manor and failed to protect your mother and the others."
Regarding the matter of "Qixian Village", Zhebie only found out about it later.
Zhebie immediately went to find Tuolei, and he once specifically questioned Ogedai because of this, and even made trouble with Genghis Khan Temujin.
After all, there are not only Guo Jing, Guo Mo's mother and masters in the "Seven Sages Manor", but also the Mongolian Princess Huazheng.
It happened that Han Baoju, with Feng Ge, led his personal guards to rebel against the Mongolian army.
Although things happen for a reason, the facts are facts after all.
Although Tuolei and Zhebie also "argued hard", they failed to convince Genghis Khan in the end. Instead, they were also ostracized.
"Master, please stop saying that. Mongolia is currently fighting Xixia and the Jin Kingdom. A general like you is actually retiring behind the scenes. Anyone can see that you are also implicated by us."
It is impossible for Guo Mo to blame Zhebie. Although Tingfeng's power in Mongolia is weak, after half a year, there will always be news.
Guo Mo already knew that Tuo Lei was squeezed out and Zhe Bie was idle at home.
"Implicated? Haha, I don't sit upright and behave righteously. As long as I have a clear conscience, what am I afraid of being implicated?"
"It's just that apart from fighting, I don't know how to do anything else. I'm really not used to having to rest like this all day long."
It was obvious that this was what Zhebei said from the bottom of his heart, especially when he saw the Mongolian robes fighting on the front lines of Xixia and Jin.
"Master, maybe after spring, you and Tole Anda can get a chance to go on an expedition."
Maybe Guo Mo didn't want to see Master Zhebie sinking like this, so he couldn't help but say something.
"Oh, what opportunity is it?"
As soon as he heard that there was a battle to be fought, Zhebie's eyes lit up. How could he look like someone who had been drinking for a long time?
"After the spring begins, perhaps the Korean Congress in the east will take action if they are not honest and do not protect the country. You and Tole Anda can take the opportunity to ask for orders to go to war."
Guo Mo drank wine slowly and said leisurely.
"Gaoli? Mo'er, you..."
Zhebie's eyes opened even wider, and he also heard the meaning of Guo Mo's words.
This was telling him that Goryeo would send troops to eastern Mongolia. Since Guo Mo knew this in advance, maybe this was his method.
It seemed that only now did Zhebie truly realize that the person sitting in front of him was not only his apprentice Guo Mo, but also His Highness the "King of Yan" who commanded the army of the Song Dynasty.
Zhe said nothing for a long time, just pouring himself a glass of wine.
Even Yun Niang and Huang Rong stopped whispering, but little Haji was still eating his beloved "coins".
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Zhebie drank another bowl of wine, but he could not hide his inner loneliness.
"Mo'er, can you tell me the truth?"
For a long time, Zhebie put down his wine bowl and stared at Guo Mo intently.
"Master, if you have any questions, I will never hide anything or tell lies."
Guo Mo looked at Zhebie calmly, as if he realized what the other party wanted to ask.
"Mo'er, who are you? Why did you gain so much trust from the officials of the Song Dynasty in just over two years?"
Yes, Guo Mo's fortune has been too rapid and too miraculous.
Zhebie can be regarded as an old minister who followed Genghis Khan to conquer the world. Not to mention seeing him, he has never even heard of someone like Guo Mo who has gained such trust from the officials.
Huang Rong also put down her chopsticks, even took her hand out of Yun Niang's hand, and looked at Guo Mo and Zhebie in front of her.
"Haha, Master Zhebie, I know why you have this question, but the reason is very simple."
"Because, I am not a godson recognized by the officials of the Song Dynasty at all, but the official son of the officials of the Song Dynasty, and I am the only biological son alive in the world."
Guo Mo spoke very calmly and his voice was not very high, but Zhebie and Yun Niang were so shocked that they didn't close their mouths for a long time.
"Hahaha, I see, that's it. I didn't expect that after living in the desert for so many years, you would hide it so deeply? I just don't understand why you grew up in the desert?"
After all, Zhebie was a person who had experienced life and death. He was the first to wake up from the shock and personally served Guo Moman a bowl of wine.
"Hey, Master Zhebie, I don't want to either-"
Seeing that Master Zhebie had finally regained his composure, Guo Mo told the whole story of his life experience in public.
This was the first time even Huang Rong had heard of many of the details. Knowing that Guo Mo had suffered a lot, she unconsciously held his hand in distress.
"Haha, Mo'er, your real experience is far more bizarre and exciting than those legendary stories."
Zhebie drank another bowl of wine. A ten-pound jar of "Prairie White" was almost empty.
"Okay, if the Koreans really intend to take action after the spring begins, I will join Tuo Lei and ask for orders to go out to fight. Before that, I will never say a word about this matter."
Zhebie made a statement, which also contained his commitment and protection to Guo Mo.
The beginning of spring in Mongolia is still early, and it will have to wait four or five months.
Otherwise, it would be freezing cold, and based on the conditions of this era, it would be impossible to march normally.
Guo Mo was somewhat relieved when he saw that he had revealed his identity and that Master Zhebie did not show any excessive behavior.
In fact, Guo Mo was overthinking this. Not to mention that Zhebie was still his master, and he had watched him grow up since childhood.
The key is that Mongolia is currently only conquering Xixia in the west and Jin in the south. It has no intention of war with the Song Dynasty.
On the surface, even the Song Dynasty and Mongolia were allies of each other. How could Zhebie hate Guo Mo, a prince of the Song Dynasty?
"Mo'er, my teacher has long known that you are not a creature in the pool. You have been different from other children since you were a child. I just didn't expect that you would have such a special identity."
"Zhebie is getting old too. I don't know how many more years of fighting I can do. Now I have something to ask for, and I hope that for the sake of passing on my art, I won't refute my old face."
"General, have you drunk too much? Today is the Chinese New Year, so it's better not to say those unlucky words."
Zhebie's tone was a little heavy, just like Tuogu's, which made Yun Niang feel uncomfortable in her heart.
"Haha, Yun Niang, you Han people have a good saying, 'If the earthen jar is not broken outside the well, the general will inevitably die in battle.'"
"I have been fighting for half my life. Even if I do die on the battlefield, it will be a well-deserved death. But Haji is still young now, and he is my most valued son. He will not make any progress if he stays by my side."
"Mo'er, although Haji is my son, he is also half Han. I would like to ask you to accept him as your disciple and teach him the art of war and martial arts. Can you agree to accept this son?"
Unexpectedly, Zhebie wanted his own son and became Guo Mo's disciple, but only after knowing his true identity.
In order to convince Guo Mo, he even emphasized that Haji was half Han Chinese.
You know, in the eyes of the Mongols, their blood is the noblest.
"Master, I can teach Haji the art of war and martial arts, but isn't it a bit inappropriate to ask him to worship me as his master? After all, you are my master, so Haji is still my little junior brother."
"Hahaha, Mo'er, you've been smart and unwilling to stick to the rules since you were young. Why did you suddenly become like your elder brother?"
"From now on, we will have our own affairs. I will still be your master, but Haji will be your apprentice."
Who says Zhebie is a martial artist and a rough man?
He understands better than anyone else, how can a junior fellow apprentice be compared to his apprentice?
I am already being marginalized now, and I am so old. If I really wait until the day when Wokuotai comes to power, I wonder if I can still save my family.
Letting the youngest son Haji become Guo Mo's disciple is also for the sake of his future, and it can also be regarded as leaving an extra path for the family.
Who is Guo Mo?
Now it seems that he will definitely be the future official family of the Song Dynasty.
With Guo Mo's strength and ambition, he is probably the most powerful hero in the world. Don't worry if your son follows him.
"Haji, haven't you always admired your second brother Guo? Are you willing to accept him as your teacher today?"
Seeing that Guo Mo was still hesitating, Zhebie said to his youngest son next to him.
Haji was completely dumbfounded when Zhebei just opened his mouth. Is he going to become a disciple?
He was so willing that he could only dream of it.
As soon as Zhe Bie stopped asking him, he didn't even have time to answer his father's words.
He pushed the stool away directly, came to Guo Mo, lifted up his clothes and knelt down on the ground.
"Master, please accept my disciple Haji's bow——"
After saying this, he kowtowed three times in a row, "Boom boom boom -", which was as good as the original Hu Yande.
"Hahaha, what a good boy, smarter than your father. He is worthy of being my son, Zhebie."
This guy kowtowed and the master yelled, could Guo Mo still regret it?
"Okay Haji, get up, I will accept you as my master."
Although Guo Mo was a little embarrassed, he really couldn't refute Master Zhebie's face, or more importantly, Zhebie's trust in him.
"I didn't bring anything with me when I went out, so just take these two ingots of gold. It's just a lucky break for the Chinese New Year."
Guo Mo reached out and took out two gold ingots from his arms and gave them to Haji.
Before leaving the Song Dynasty, Guo Mo exchanged most of the silver notes he had with him into gold and silver.
After all, the banknotes are from the Song Dynasty, and it is obviously inconvenient to use them in other countries, especially Mongolia.
"Haha, Mo'er, are these the two gold ingots that my master gave to your brothers back then?"
Guo Mo couldn't help but smile. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would actually accept Master Zhebie's son as his apprentice.
And when I became a disciple, I gave my apprentice two ingots of gold as a greeting gift just like seventeen years ago. Is this reincarnation?
"Brother Mo, does this apprentice also have my share?"
Huang Rong next to her suddenly asked.
Zhebie and Yun Niang were a little puzzled after hearing this, and Guo Mo quickly introduced the situation when he had accepted several apprentices before.
The two of them suddenly realized that there was no need to order Haji anymore, he had already knelt down in front of Huang Rong.
She kowtowed three more times and called her "Master's Wife".
Since then, Guo Mo and Huang Rong have had their fifth apprentice.
Because Yang Guo was too young, he had to rank Haji fourth after Hu Yande.
And poor Yang Guo, who had not been able to secure his position as the fourth child for a few days, was reduced to Yang Lao Wu again.
"Haji, from now on, you are Guo Mo's apprentice first, and then my son Zhebie. You must keep this sentence in mind!"
Zhebie's words made Guo Mo's heart heavy again. He knew what Master Zhebie meant.
But I don’t know whether Haji, who is now full of joy, can understand his father’s good intentions?