Su Changmo got up early, or in other words, he didn't sleep well all night.

This was the biggest thing for the young man in so many years. There was the tall Confucian shirt behind him. For the first time, the young man felt that the world was no longer alone, and he dared to do something and ask for something from the world.

Inside and outside the restaurant, I swept it clean inside and out, seven or eight or nine times in and out. Su Changmo saw the sky getting brighter and plucked up the courage to knock on the door next to him.

"Uncle Da, have you gotten up?"

Silent.

"Uncle Da?"

Still no one answered.

The boy thoughtfully and pushed the door open, and there was no one in the room.

The boy looked a little disappointed, and he prepared all his words, but suddenly he felt like he was stuck in his throat.

The quilt on the bed was still as if it was folded up yesterday. I shook the wine pot and it was empty. Is it because I had drunk too much and ran out by myself? After shook my brain, the boy laughed at myself, and his mind was broken with joy. How could the immortal get drunk? Besides, Uncle Da is still such a powerful immortal.

Su Changmo went downstairs and sat behind the counter.

Mu Haoru went downstairs in a daze and was already waiting outside the door for breakfast for the servants.

Bai Yang and the old man finally showed up, came back in vain, greeted him and entered the room.

The waiters went in and out, and Su Changmo lay on the counter with his eyes blank.

Where did you go?

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Directly opposite Chongwen Street to the west of the town is Chuzhu Lane, where most retired officials live here, and the Xu family is one of them.

On the street where there was not even a servant, no one hurriedly walked into the Xu family mansion.

Under the stone pavilion in the courtyard, Xu Jingmo stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyebrows were full of vitality.

"I'll have to go this more today. I'll be guilty of you seniors." Xu Jingmo bowed and bowed.

The three of them stood still with a smile, and all waved their hands: "It's okay."

There were three people standing, namely the Daojian man in the yamen office, the majestic man who appeared in the restaurant with Luo Sumu, and there was also a black-faced old monk who came from thousands of miles away.

The boy was not here yesterday, and the three of them quarreled from the hall in the Xu family. No one was willing to leave first, and no one was willing to shut up. It was not until Xu Jingmo rushed home from the restaurant that he gave up.

But the three of them never expected that the boy said, "If you fight, I will follow whoever wins."

The man with Daojian looked the most ugly. He was just walking for someone this time, and making a favor with others. Do he have to break the rules he set?

The old monk just kept talking about Amitabha, but the majestic man was considerate and asked more, "Are you worried?"

It was just a joke, but Xu Jingmo entered the house and asked the three of them to come again tomorrow. That's why the three of them stood under the stone pavilion again.

Xu Jingmo stood up without any hesitation: "I'll go to the Nine Realms Holy Sect."

Which sect has no longer been important to me since yesterday. The reason why I didn’t agree yesterday was that I just needed to figure out some things.

The three of them were a little surprised. The attitude of the boy and yesterday was different!

The man of Daojian said, "You are sure not to think about it anymore. You must know that the conditions given by Shangxu Realm are not bad, and they have made up their minds to choose only you. And you are a person from Lingxu Continent. If you stay in this continent, you can absorb the luck of one continent for your own use, and you will achieve twice the result with half the effort!"

The boy bowed his head and kept silent.

The old monk stared at Xu Jingmo and said something that the two people beside him were confused: "Have you seen the beads at home?"

Xu Jingmo's eyes widened and his whole body was tense. The old monk smiled indifferently: "Then you should know that your destiny is not in the Holy Sect."

The young man smiled evilly, held his hands behind his head, leaned over to the old monk, and said in a deep voice: "Talk to me about fate? Then tell me where my fate was in the past few years? Are you willing to come to me today?"

The old monk lowered his eyebrows: "Forget it, forgot, the opportunity has not come. But the donor remember that if one day there is no place to settle down in the world, remember to come and guard a temple, add the finishing touch, and be reborn in the fire." He went out while speaking.

The man of Daojian disappeared in place, leaving only the majestic man, thinking about something.

Xu Jingmo had his back to this person and sat on the steps of the stone pavilion, "What do you call him?"

"Not mind."

"Wuxin? My heart was dug up?"

"What is the attitude towards the elders of his own sect?" The man stared at the back of the boy, and his words were peaceful.

"All of them are smart people. Don't talk nonsense. People go to high places and water flows to low places. I asked. Your Holy Sect is known as the strongest in the world, and I am worthy of you. Everyone should take what you need. It's interesting to surround so many curves of intestines?" The boy sneered, his shoulders trembled slightly.

"You are straightforward." The man smiled and asked, "You know that monk?"

The boy looked back at the man and looked up and down: "If it were five or six days ago, I wouldn't even know what a bullshit is. Do you think I can know? What do you want to ask, just click."

The boy looked playful and full of anticipation.

Throw out a book and put it in front of the young man, "This is the foundation of the disciples of the Holy Sect. During this period, you will be able to calculate as much as you have realized. You will follow me to the sect in a month. As for who will be your master at that time, the sect has its own plans."

The boy picked it up outside, his eyes full of disdain, "I won't give it."

The title of the book is "Taishang".

Wuxin was not angry and turned around calmly. The young Taoist and the Holy Sect were so in conflict, why did he have to ask for this son? It was his senior brother who ignored the world and went out to pass the secret method of the secret method of the pass.

"Which is Luo Sumu ranked among the younger generation of your Holy Sect?"

Behind Wuxin, a lazy voice came slowly.

"Fifth" Wu Xin replied loudly, leaving the house. He sighed in his heart, so that's it.

The young man holds a book and is strong enough to penetrate the back of the paper.

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In the Tang family's house, a large table of food was prepared early, to thank the Immortal Lord of the Tianxuan Holy Palace who took Tang Ying out of the mud pond to make a phoenix.

Tang Ying sat on the table with a tired look on her face, looking at the gradually getting colder dishes, and she had almost greeted the ancestors in her heart. She was too arrogant and slowly, and she was not etiquette?

The young parents went back and forth, and had to step on the threshold almost completely before they saw the man appear from the corner of the street.

The woman almost burst into tears in her eyes with excitement.

It is rare for a prodigal child to have a chance to fly to the branch. He insists on being a demon. He said that he would not go without Su Changmo and scold him. No matter how good his friend is, he can be together for the rest of his life? That child is good, but how could he miss his future because others have lost his future? If he really wants to help, he will become an immortal master sitting on the head of a mortal like that person in the future, wouldn’t he help more?

After all, he is still a child and has short-sighted eyes.

Although the child is indeed not bad-minded and looks at his destiny, that's not OK!

Welcoming guests into the door, the clouds shine brightly, and everyone on the table smiled happily.

Tang Ying didn't say anything, just had a meal, but her face was full of smiles, just looking at it, something strange.

There are four hours of enlightenment formations. The immortal master of Tianxuan Holy Palace said that after the enlightenment formation, foreign geniuses will be suppressed by this world.

Undoubtedly with ordinary people! Just have a stronger body!

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Lang Yan and Luo Sumu were meditating at Qi Ziyin's house. Qi Ziyin himself flipped through the booklet brought by Luo Sumu, titled "Taishang".

Luo Sumu's name is already on the land deed of Qi Ziyin's family, and it has never been this to ask for by Lang's request.

Sun Buliu was in his new house west of the town, looking towards the center of the town through a high wall.

The Sun family's house was the yamen office found by the boy himself, and he wanted to change to a new house. Even if the Taoist sword man named Qi Kang explained the cause and effect, the boy did not let go, but said that he would want the biggest house.

For a young man, any luck is false, and it is not as good as letting his mother sleep in a soft bed. He doesn't have to get up early and rush to fetch water, or worry about tea, rice, oil and salt.

It is enough for my mother to have no worries about food and clothing and can enjoy a peaceful life.

If you don’t give it to me, you can grab it even if you don’t want God.

Not far from the north mountain of the town, there was a lonely house, without even a wall. The young man Si Shen was happy and jumped up and down. The master whom he picked up had just taught a secret method. His eyes could move as he wished. From now on, the young man would no longer use the black gauze. Si Shen's eyes were as bright as stars, no different from ordinary people.

Jiuying stood with the young man's sobbing parents, with his mouth rising.

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With a long sleeve and a long wind in the restaurant, Su Changmo stood up excitedly, and instantly felt a little sad.

The boy has no support for many years and has always lacked a trace of courage. However, since he met the man in green, he actually didn't speak much, but there were people accompanying him up the mountain. When he was busy, he could see wherever he could see him. When he escaped from death, he would be there. The boy had never felt at ease.

In the heart of the boy, the father should be like this.

In a trance, the boy began to be less afraid of anything.

"Uncle Da." Su Changmo laughed warmly.

"Are you anxious?" The man touched the boy's shoulder and took a seat with his clothes lifted.

"No, no hurry." After pouring a glass of wine, Su Changmo sat at the table.

"Uncle Da didn't sleep last night? I went in this morning and the quilt didn't move."

"Haha, it's okay if I don't sleep for a day. I took advantage of the darkness to find a friend who was hiding on weekdays and drink and talk to each other." The man's voice was extremely low.

Su Changmo asked in confusion: "Uncle Da has his friends in the town?"

The man drank and smiled, "I know him, but he doesn't know me. But we met when he was young, but now he is old and ugly."

"I don't know you, that's a friend. He's old. Uncle Da, why are you still so young?" Su Changmo smiled foolishly.
To be continued...