"Oh." It's a pity that Yu Zitong's courage only got a neutral response.
"..."
"Since the senior has already decided to go to the Yin-Yang Sect, then... this junior will take the liberty of taking the Immortal Ascension Order from the Medicine King Valley." Yu Zitong struggled violently for a few seconds, and finally made his choice.
At first, he wanted to hug Senior Jianji's thigh, but he was taught at a young age that the Yin Yang sect's witches are more terrifying than tigers... After years of accumulating prestige, he really didn't have the courage to follow.
"The rest is for you." Bai Mo threw Huang Fenggu's promotion order in front of Han Yu.
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"Hopefully, there will be a day when mortals can cultivate immortality." After some impassioned, Mo Tianxie, who was exhausted, swallowed his last breath with regret and reluctance for his wife and daughter far away.
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"Live for me, see that day?" Han Yu, a poor boy who got rich overnight after dividing the inheritance, recited the words that the old man surnamed Mo quietly left him before his death.
He didn't quite figure it out, why did Mo Tianxie choose to say this by himself in the end, maybe the other two were not good
The old man surnamed Mo left behind a huge amount of gold tickets in addition to the three yuan of immortality tokens. The money was originally intended to be spent by him after seizing the house, but after Bai Mo ruthlessly extinguished the remaining hope of seizing the house, it all became a legacy left to them.
The three buried Mo Tianxie outside Qixuanmen.
As part of the deal, Bai Mo planned to go to Taizhou Fucheng first.
And Yu Zitong, who had already decided to part ways, chose to bid farewell to the two of them in order to avoid long nights and dreams, and left alone with the order of ascending to immortality from the Yaowangzong.
Han Yu, with his younger sister in a daze, knew that he was carrying a promotion token, and it was no longer safe to stay at Qixuanmen. He also bid farewell to Bai Mo and chose to go his own way.
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The road to Tai'an, the prefecture, was not peaceful, and Bai Mo could see vagrants from time to time, and they would plunder everything they thought was worth grabbing.
From gold and silver to food, from food to clothing, and then to the flesh wrapped under the clothing.
After all, in the year of catastrophe, food is always scarce.
And human flesh is also a kind of meat.
It was only within a hundred miles of the Fucheng that the city guards stationed and patrolled faintly, and most of the rogues and vagrants stopped here, as if it was an invisible boundary.
There is a large vacuum between the cities, and only caravans controlled by such powerful forces as Qixuanmen can pass through relatively safely.
Following one of the caravans, Bai Mo also walked into Tai'an Fucheng.
The surrounding streets are full of all kinds of shops and shops, and there are crowds of people everywhere, so prosperous that it is like two worlds outside the city.
However, the beggars that can be seen everywhere, as well as some corpses that have not been dragged away in the corner of the dark alley, all imply that this big city is not so far away from the troubled times.
"Grandpa, please do me a favor. I will reward you with two coins. I'm about to starve to death..." came a weak voice.
Because Bai Mo didn't hide his figure, he was definitely not Bai Ding in his attire, and he was wearing a strange face, so he immediately attracted the nearest little beggar.
The beggar was thin and small, he only reached Bai Mo's waist when he leaned over, and there was a pus sore the size of a copper coin on his face, with a stench that no one around him could avoid.
"You're still alive?" Bai Mo looked at the little beggar with his head down and his eyes squinting waiting for alms, and gently brushed his hair.
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More than a dozen bugs fell from his head.
"..."
He hadn't encountered such a thing since he could remember begging.
While saying the most cold-blooded words, while doing the most gentle movements.
Yes, the most gentle.
In his short life, there has never been anyone who would catch those annoying bedbugs off his head for him. Those people would just let themselves go quickly, and even beating and scolding felt dirty and smelly.
"The yin body was born in a male body, how can it survive to this day?"
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The little beggar raised his head blankly, looking up at the grown-up who didn't know what strange things he was saying.
"I see. You cleanse yourself. Cleaning up can be regarded as saving your life." Bai Mo scanned again with his divine sense and came up with such an answer.
"Clean body?" The beggar didn't quite understand the word.
When the poor people in the big family can't afford to support them, some of them will choose to send the extra children in the family to be castrated and cleansed, and then sold to the big family as slaves. This little beggar may have had a similar experience. Behind him, he was very unlucky again...
"It's just about to go to the Yin Yang sect, so just take him with you."
"Do you know where the Heavenly Gate is?" Bai Mo made a random decision and asked.
"Know."
"Take me there."
"OK."
Since then, no one has seen this little beggar who often haunts this road.
But no one cared.
They are like wild dogs on the side of the road. Only when they die in a certain corner will someone clean up their bodies.
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"A greeting card for the guild master?" In front of Wentianmen, the concierge looked at the two people, one big and one small, with some suspicion.
There is a large scar on the small face, and his movements are still a little timid. Although he is wearing a rather nice set of clothes, he is obviously not used to it, and he keeps twisting his body. Most likely he is from a poor family.
As for the big ones... masters, absolute masters.
Because he found that he couldn't even develop the courage to look directly at the other party, and only dared to peek with his side eye occasionally.
"Hero, please, Madam and Miss are already waiting in the reception hall." During the half tea time, the concierge used a more humble gesture to invite Bai Mo to enter.
This Wen Tian Clan was the sect established by Mo Tianxie. The word Wen Tian was exactly what he had in mind. After he disappeared, it was his wife and daughter who would control the sect.
Bai Mo walked into the living room step by step. The little beggar behind him had never seen this image before. He wanted to pull the corner of his clothes to draw aside, but found that no matter how hard he grabbed, he couldn't touch the clothes that seemed to be right in front of him. horn.
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In the reception hall, five beautiful women were sitting upright, staring at Bai Mo who was approaching unhurriedly, because he mentioned in the invitation letter that there was information about his husband who had been missing for more than half a year.
"I'm a guest from afar, let's serve tea." Although the woman in charge had a frosty face, she was not rude in the slightest.
"Let me make a long story short, Mo Tianxie is dead." Bai Mo picked up the tea bowl, took a sip and said.
"When the essence is exhausted, it can barely be regarded as death of old age."
"Father is a good innate master, how could he suddenly run out of energy and die of old age?!" At this time, Mo Fengwu, the youngest among the sisters, questioned.
"Practice is crazy." Bai Mo didn't intend to explain further, "I came here this time, it was just a deal, and the cause of death can be said here."
"trade?"