Help the two little guys pack up all the things. When Mo He took his parents to leave, the two little guys seemed to realize that they will be far away from their parents in the future, so they couldn't help hugging Caught on the parents' legs and cried.
"Qing'er, Liu'er!" Seeing the two children crying sadly, Mo He's mother couldn't help but shed tears while hugging them.
"Hey, baby, what are you doing? Stop crying. It's a good thing to come to Baijia School to study. Why are you crying?" Mo Dashan was also a little bit reluctant, but he looked at the gentleman standing beside him. Mo Dashan was worried that their crying might cause the displeasure of the college students, so he hurriedly said.
Mo He on the side smiled at the gentleman, and the other party returned a smile to express his understanding. Most of the students who entered the Baijia Academy this time were relatively young. When they were sent by their families, they would inevitably cry. He is already used to these things, and even he himself came here like this.
However, younger children are more plastic. After staying in the school for a while, they will adapt to it and grow up quickly.
After leaving the school, Mo He's mother turned her head frequently while walking, until she was far away from the entrance of the school, and she could no longer see there, and it was still the same.
Mo He originally planned to take his parents for a stroll in Yuhe Mansion, but seeing their depressed mood, Mo He temporarily suppressed this plan, took his parents back to the inn, and let them have a rest first.
"Father, mother, don't worry too much. I will often come to see Qing'er and Liu'er in the future. I won't let them have anything to do in the school. Don't worry, I will take a rest at the inn this morning. I'm going out to visit a senior, and I'll come back in the afternoon, and I'll show you around, and then we'll go back tomorrow, and we'll have a look at Qing'er and Liu'er before we go back!" Sending his parents back to the room, Mo He looked at the two of them Said.
Mo Dashan nodded and said, "He'er, if you have something to do, go and do it. Your mother and I are waiting for you at the inn. Don't worry about the two of us!"
Mo He settled the two of them, left the inn, and went to Daoist Yuan of Yuhe Mansion.
The last time he was rescued by Taoist Yuan, and none of his belongings were returned to him intact. Now that he has come to Yuhe Mansion, he should pay a visit.
Arriving at Daoist Yuan's residence, Mo He knocked on the door lightly, and soon a person came out. At a young age, his face was full of sadness that could not be dispelled. It was Daoist Yuan's disciple Wuyou.
"Friend Wuyou, we meet again!" Mo He said with a smile to him.
When Wuyou saw Mo He, he also raised his hands and bowed, and said in a flat tone: "So it's Daoist Mo!"
Mo He looked at Wuyou, and heard his flat tone, and suddenly felt that the conversation between the two of them was just a simple greeting, and there seemed to be a sad atmosphere.
"Thanks to Senior Yuan's rescue last time, I happened to come to Yuhe Mansion today for business, so I came here to pay a special visit!" Mo He continued.
"Oh, the master is inside, I'll report it!" Wuyou still said in the same tone, turned around and went in after speaking.
Mo He stood where he was, looking at the back of Wuyou leaving, Mo He frowned suddenly.
"It's strange, it seems that every time I see him, my emotions will be affected unconsciously!" Mo He thought in his heart.
He didn't meet Wuyou many times. Even if he rested here for a few days with Daoist Yuan, including the time before he left, the total number of times he met Wuyou was no more than five fingers, but every time he saw Wuyou, Mo He felt that he would be affected unconsciously, and felt a little bit of sadness.
However, this feeling is not strong, and the impact on Mo He is also minimal. The cultivator himself has a strong mind, and when Mo He is protected by the innate immortal aura, the impact is even weaker.
But even in this case, there will still be a little influence. If it is just the first time you meet and you are not familiar with each other, it will be fine, but after several times of meeting, this feeling will always exist, which may be a bit of a problem.
As he was thinking about it, he saw Wuyou coming out again, cupped his hands at Mo He and said, "Master let you in!"
"Oh, thank you, Fellow Daoist Wuyou!" Mo He nodded immediately, and then walked in.
Wuyou followed Mo He. At this distance, Mo He sensed carefully, and really found something weird.
"Worriless body exudes a sense of sadness all the time, which is entirely the power of emotion." Mo He thought of the cultivation method of Baijia Hongwen family, they can make poems and songs show various Strength, to some extent, depends on one's own emotions.
The sadness of spring and autumn in romance poems, the generosity and boldness of landscape poems, and the gold and iron horses in frontier poems all contain different emotions and show different ways of power, just like the green plums in Wangyue Mountain. The doggerel also fit the scene at that time very well, making the two green plum trees even more miraculous.
"I have seen Senior Yuan, thanks to Senior's help last time, this junior just happened to come to Yuhe Mansion today, so I came here to pay a special visit!" Wuyou and Mo He soon saw Daoist Yuan, and Mo He immediately went to see him.
I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Mo He always feels that the face of Daoist Yuan in front of him seems to be a little older than the last time he saw him.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you're being polite. I told you the last time I was poor. I just asked you to bring it back to recuperate for a few days. It's not about rescuing people. You don't need to care about it." Daoist Yuan looked at Mo He with a slight smile on his face. Said.
For people who know how to be grateful, most people will have a good impression, and Yuan Daochang is no exception.
"Senior raised his hand, but it is a life-saving grace to junior, so I dare not forget it!" Mo He replied with a smile.
Yuan Daochang heard the words, so he didn't continue to dwell on this topic, and had a casual chat with Mo He, and there was nothing to communicate with.
Speaking of which, Mo He and Daoist Yuan are not familiar either. Except for the last time he got help from others, they have only met twice before, and they became familiar with each other. She winked and prepared to say goodbye and leave.
It was still Daoist Yuan's disciple, Wuyou, who sent Mo He out the door, greeted Mo He, then turned and walked in.
Mo He left Daoist Yuan's residence, but he kept thinking about Wuyou in his mind. At such a young age, where did such great sadness come from, and even emotions can affect the surroundings.
But in a flash, Mo He shook his head lightly, no matter what was involved, it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't need to delve into it, and he didn't have the qualifications to delve into it.
After Mo He left, in Daoist Yuan's residence, Wuyou turned back to his room, sat by the mirror in the room, smiled at Mo He, began to imitate his expression, and kept trying to make smiley emoticon.
But no matter what he did, the face in the mirror was always so sad.
Gradually, Wuyou gave up this futile behavior, and reached out to put the mirror on the table. Along with his action, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by a burst of extremely sad pain, It made him feel a little cramping in his heart, and he couldn't help but fell to the ground in pain, his hands tightly covering his chest, his small body curled up, trembling uncontrollably.
In another room in the courtyard, Yuan Daochang opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of unbearableness flashed across his old face, he got up and stood up, and came to the outside of Wuyou's room, wanting to reach out and push the door open, but in the end He stopped, hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.
Returning to his room, Daoist Yuan suddenly said to the empty room, "Don't you feel a little bit unbearable for him to behave like this?"
As soon as his words fell, a voice suddenly sounded in the originally empty room.
"At least he's like this, so he won't die in the end!" It was a very pleasant female voice, but there was a trace of very imperceptible pride in the voice.
"But he's like this, it's actually more painful than death!" Yuan Daochang frowned, and said a little bit unbearably.
"You don't need to worry about it. Do your own thing well. What you promise will be given to you in the end. This is his life. When I saved him, he should repay me!" That very melodious female voice Said again.
Daoist Yuan heard the words, he remained silent and didn't speak anymore, his spiritual consciousness kept paying attention to Wuyou in the other room, and the expression on his face seemed to have grown older again.
After a long time, Daoist Yuan suddenly laughed a little self-deprecatingly, then slowly closed his eyes, withdrew his consciousness, and came to see out of sight and out of mind.
He couldn't protect himself, so what qualifications did he have to pity others, besides, what could he do? At this moment, he felt that he was really a little pathetic, and what was more pathetic than himself was the innocent man in another room. worry.
Mo He returned to the inn, and in the afternoon, he took Mo Dashan and his wife to tour around Yuhe Mansion and went to many places.
The prosperity and excitement of Yuhe Mansion made Mo Dashan and his wife, who had never been out of Zi'an County, really dazzled and felt better.
And with Mo He by their side, the two of them were gone, and they felt awkward at the beginning. When they saw something strange and unseen, they would ask Mo He around them, so that they would not be afraid of being laughed at.
Early the next morning, Mo He took his parents to the Baijia School again, and met the two little guys. He couldn't help crying again, but it was already much better than yesterday.
After Mo He and others left yesterday, the two little guys really saw many things that Mo He described to them in the Baijia School, and saw many children of the same age, plus some gentle girls. Mr. comfort, has begun to accept here.