The setting sun was slanting, and red clouds filled the sky. The rolling red clouds were like rolled fish scales, lining up in the sky and disappearing as far as the field of vision. ▏.
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Huanri City, outside a house in the city, Mo Hao walked slowly to the door of the house, stretched out his hand to push the door open, and walked slowly in. The courtyard was not very big, but it was extremely clean. Obviously
It has been carefully taken care of.
"Dad! I'm back!" Walking into the courtyard, Mo Hao shouted to the room while taking off his armor.
"Cough...cough...back!" A slightly hoarse voice came out in the room, which made people sound very weak. Especially the two low coughs showed the owner's physical condition!
After pushing the door open and entering the house, Mo Hao threw the armor he had withdrawn onto the wooden box next to the door. Then he touched in his arms and took out two packages of things. He quickly walked into the kitchen and started to get busy.
"Ah Hao, cough...what are you doing?" While Mo Hao was lighting a fire and cooking something in a clay bowl, an old figure staggered in, leaning on a wooden stick.
"Dad, I'm fine. I just fell down accidentally when I came back!" Mo Hao heard the voice behind him and turned around hurriedly. When he saw the old man, he lowered his head and looked at himself, and found that although his injuries were already serious
He recovered with the help of Huan Dan, but he is still as disgraceful as if he had rolled on the ground!
"Nonsense, you are a great martial arts practitioner, and you are a disciple of the Qinggang, the largest gang in the world. How could you fall down casually and ask...what happened? Ahem..."
The old man's voice became serious, and there was a hint of anger, followed by a violent cough. The old man's face turned red from holding back, and the blood vessels ### protruded on his forehead, obviously he was in extreme pain.
Seeing the old man's demeanor, Mo Hao was shocked. He quickly stepped forward to help the old man, but the old man threw his hand away. Then he coughed and scolded: "Ah Hao... I have taught you since you were a child... You are not allowed to lie.
Honest...but...but today you..."
The old man gasped violently, which made Mo Hao turn pale in fright. He couldn't help him, nor could he help him. He had no choice but to stand there helplessly.
"Tell me... how did you do it?" The old man's temper was extremely hot, and he looked like he was going to ask the question. In desperation, Mo Hao could only tell the old man what happened today one by one.
But who would have thought that after hearing this, the old man's mood not only got worse, but also got even worse. He picked up the wooden stick in his hand and threw it at Mo Hao.
Mo Hao looked at the old man in astonishment. He didn't know why, but he didn't dare to dodge. He could only let the wooden stick hit his shoulder. But after the old man hit him a few times, he suddenly stopped. Then there were a few tears in his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and sighed.
: "Hey... Ah Hao, it was dad who tricked you. If it weren't for my old bones, if it weren't for me, you... how could you..."
At this point, the old man couldn't talk any more. He turned over his hand and was about to hit his head with the wooden stick in his hand. When Mo Hao saw this, he was so frightened that his father was already weak. If he was hit, where would he be?
There is still life.
Thinking of this, Mo Hao moved, grabbed the stick from his father's hand, and then said with a slight cry: "Dad, what are you doing? I don't become a disciple, not because of you, really...
"
Mo Hao was anxious, but the old man's stick was taken away by Mo Hao. He had no choice but to curse: "Fart, if it wasn't for taking care of me, how could you miss such a good opportunity? You are farting..."
The old man was extremely excited, and the veins on his forehead were pulsing. He was so frightened that Mo Hao quickly said: "Dad, it's really not what you imagined. You have been teaching me since I was a child to be compassionate and to consider others before anything happens.
I'm thinking about myself, but think about it, I'm just a mortal, even in the Qing Gang, I'm just an outer disciple, why should the Immortal accept me as a disciple?"
Speaking of this, Mo Hao secretly took a look at his father's face and found that he was also stunned for a moment before continuing.
"Furthermore, although there have been legends about mortals cultivating immortals since ancient times, they only exist in legends. Have you ever seen a real immortal in all your life? Furthermore, even if this person is really a legend,
Immortal, there are good and bad immortals. If he accepts me just to make me do bad things, then I would rather not go on the path of cultivating immortality..."
When he said this, Mo Hao was a little excited. Although he did not say that the most important reason was because of his father, these words were what he really thought, so the old man also fell silent for a while, thinking carefully about Mo Hao.
Words of pride.
In the small kitchen, an old man and a young man stood silently, with only the crackling sound of burning charcoal in the ears and the gurgling sound of liquid rolling in the clay bowl.
The sun was setting low, and the golden sunlight shone into the room, maintaining the last warmth of the day.
After a while, the old man suddenly sighed and pointed at the wooden stick in Mo Hao's hand. Mo Hao hurriedly handed the wooden stick to the old man. The old man picked up the stick again and hit Mo Hao hard on the shoulder, then silently
He turned around and left, but after the old man left, a faint voice sounded outside the door.
"Hey 7e, the child has grown up and his wings have become stronger. You can choose your own path in the future!" The voice paused, and then said: "***, I have rebelled against you, and you dare to steal my things. You are red-haired.
return……"
The sound gradually faded away, but even though Mo Hao received a stick, there was a slight smile on his face. It seemed that this incident was over. Although there was indeed some regret, it did not leave anything in the heart of the father.
shadow.
Before returning to the stove, the black liquid in the clay bowl was already rolling. Mo Hao quickly picked up the clay bowl from the stove and put it aside, waiting for the liquid to cool down.
With nothing to do, Mo Hao sat on a small wooden chair and thought about what happened today.
"Hey 7e! This time I have offended Hou Zheng of the Nanyue Sect, and also offended Senior Brother Huang within the sect. I am afraid that the errand of patrolling the city will be replaced soon. What will happen in the future!"
As he muttered, he looked at the clay bowl on the wooden table, with a somewhat sad look on his face. Dad's condition is getting worse and worse. If he loses this job, I'm afraid he will be even more miserable in the future.
what should I do?
My brain kept spinning, thoughts ### were running through my mind, but after thinking for a long time, there was still no way. In Huanri City, if you offended the Qing Gang, even if you offended the entire Huanri City, I believe that no store would do it.
Is it worth hiring yourself and doing such a mindless act of righteousness?
Thinking of worthiness and worthlessness, Mo Hao suddenly laughed. There is no worthiness or worthlessness in this world. So what if it is worth it? So what if it is not worth it? Next time I encounter such a thing, I will still take care of it, so why bother with others?
After smiling, Mo Hao stood up and checked the clay bowl. He found that although the soup in the clay bowl was hot, it was enough to be taken, so he picked up the clay bowl and walked towards his father's room.
But just as Mo Hao went out, he saw a skinny old man sitting leisurely on a stone bench in a clean courtyard. The old man looked up at the sky, stroking his sparse beard with one hand, looking ethereal and at ease.
"Senior...Senior?" Seeing the person coming, Mo Hao almost threw away the clay bowl in his hand in fright, because this person was none other than Huang Banxian, who was praised by Chen Feng as the strongest pretender in history and the invincible talker in Yunei.
In the dim light of the setting sun, Huang Banxian turned his head slightly, with a smile on his lips. Under the golden light, he was sacred and inviolable, as if shaking the gods of the nine heavens, a feeling of majesty and kindness floated out.
"Little friend, are you okay?" The voice was soft and free, which formed an unacceptable contrast with the wretchedness on his face. Mo Hao grinned. He never thought that with such a sacred temperament, how could he be like this?
With such a wretched appearance, does it mean that God really wants people to go through countless hardships before they can live a better life?
Mo Hao felt deeply sad for Huang Banxian. Judging from his ancestors' many years of medical experience, Huang Banxian's parents definitely accidentally aborted the child when they gave birth to him, leaving the placenta behind and raising ###, otherwise
How could a person look like this?
Mo Hao hurriedly put down the clay bowl in his hand. Mo Hao was shocked and confused. He couldn't figure out what Huang Banxian meant by coming, but he still said respectfully: "I welcome you, senior. I just don't know what you mean by coming. How do you know where my home is?"
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"Haha, little friend, don't be surprised! I have learned from ancient times to the present, and my fortune-telling skills are second to none in the world. I want to know where my little friend's home is, can't I know it with just one calculation? Wow, haha, I can know it with just one calculation!"
In Mo Hao's stunned expression, Huang Banxian laughed happily. He felt that giving up his previous family business and entering the world of immortality with Chen Feng was simply the biggest turning point in his life. After cultivating immortality, standing in front of mortals, he
You can brag and talk nonsense as much as you want, because in front of mortals, you are a god-like existence.
This feeling of detachment, this sense of accomplishment looking down at all living beings, is by no means something ordinary people can understand.
"Haha..." Mo Hao apologized awkwardly and was speechless for a while. Mo Hao, who had never been able to lie and flatter since he was a child, was completely confused and didn't know what he was going to say.
"What? Little friend! I see something is wrong with your expression. Could it be that what I said is wrong?" As if sensing Mo Hao's speechlessness, Huang Banxian's face flashed with displeasure and he asked in a deep voice.
"Um... no, the senior is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and the junior admires me very much..." Mo Hao was very hypocritical for once, and his face turned red.
"Wow, haha, that's what I said! It's understandable, it's understandable!" Although Mo Hao's expression was fake, the shameless Huang Banxian still happily accepted the other party's white lies. It seemed that for him, all negative effects were all
immunity.
Looking at the extremely happy Huang Banxian, Mo Hao swallowed hard. After a while, he weakly asked: "Senior, you haven't said yet, what is the purpose of your visit?"
Um? Hearing Mo Hao's question, Huang Banxian seemed to have remembered something, and then he looked stunned and said: "Well, that's the case. My young master and I went to stay in the hotel, but I always felt that your hall was dark, it seemed like trivial matters at home.
I was troubled, so I counted my fingers and found out that your father is seriously ill! As you know, I am compassionate and can't bear to see the suffering in the world, so I felt compassion and decided to come to have a look, so I forgot about the relationship between you and me.
