Quick Wear: I am the shopkeeper at the Merit Pawn Shop

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"Yes, the Shen family is really amazing. When the bad times came, the masters could no longer sit still. Shaolin and Wudang took the lead in lobbying the secluded families to come out."

The old monk couldn't help but sigh when he recalled the events of those years. During that period, the country was in ruins and families were broken. Many brave men resolutely bid farewell to their mothers and went to the battlefield.

Even the monks and Taoists became angry, put down their Buddhist beads, and took up their weapons.

"The Shen family was the first to respond and crippled several units of the invading army. Later, the island country sent countless masters to hunt down the Shen family. Although the Shen family's Condensation Realm ancestor killed the island country's top ninja, he was also seriously injured and later died. After the death of the Condensation Realm ancestor, the Shen family's direct lineage fought back the enemy's masters, but was also seriously injured."

As if recalling something painful, the old monk frowned, "The biggest blow to the Shen family did not come from outside, but from within. The other hidden families saw that the Shen family was weak and that all those who could support the Shen family had fallen, so they started to attack and accused the Shen family of not coming out. Then they took the opportunity to massacre the Shen family. It happened extremely suddenly, and several major families of the Shen family united to wipe out the entire family."

After Shen Mo heard this, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"What about Shaolin and Wudang? Are they just going to watch the Shen family being destroyed and do nothing?"

"At that time, the flag-bearing masters of Shaolin and Wudang were also seriously injured in the assassination of Xiao Rizi. The hidden families all had one or two powerful people in the Nascent Soul Realm." He sighed.

What these people said was true, to the extent that now the inheritance of each family is almost broken.

"What are your plans for the future?" Shen Mo wanted to go back to his hometown to see his grandmother. Although he had already confirmed the answer in his heart, he just needed confirmation.

"To be honest I have nowhere to go, if you agree I'll follow you!"

"You don't have a letter of introduction, do you?" Shen Mo looked at the monk strangely.

The monk smiled awkwardly. He really didn't have a letter of introduction, and it was mainly because he escaped in too hasty a hurry.

"Although I don't have a letter of introduction, I have connections!" The old monk was mainly afraid that the Lan family would come looking for him.

"Okay!" Shen Mo, a cultivator who had never come into contact with this world, also needed someone to guide him.

When Shen Mo returned to the countryside, several elderly people at the entrance of the village saw him first and recognized him at once.

"Shen Mo, I'm here. Where have you been? I haven't seen you back for a long time."

"Second Madam, Fourth Aunt, I'm going to the countryside!" Shen Mo called out politely according to the original owner's memory.

Several elderly people were all surprised: "You are the only one in your family who doesn't need to go to the countryside?"

"My mother's family has two children, and my mother doesn't want to let them go to the countryside..." Shen Mo didn't want to hide anything from his mother.

The original owner's grandmother and grandfather were both honest and kind people, and would never say anything bad about their daughter-in-law.

"What? Can't you join the army?"

Something happened to Shen Mo's father, and the army said they would give him a place and he could join the army when he reached the age. The villagers also heard about it.

So Shen Mo shouldn't go to the countryside no matter what.

"My stepbrother took my place." Shen Mo smiled bitterly.

"In this case, your mother might as well not have taken you away in the first place. If she hadn't taken you away, you would have stayed in the countryside and you could have joined the army when the time came. There would have been no need for her to go back to the countryside all the time. What does your mother think?" Someone immediately stood up for Shen Mo.

"Who said it wasn't true? Your grandparents also supported you through junior high school. So you only went to a high school in the city. How could your mother be like this? When she was at the Shen family, your grandparents never treated her badly."

"Maybe the stepchildren there had difficulty giving birth. Alas, the mother can't even protect her child. It would be better if she didn't borrow it in the first place."

"Second Grandma, Fourth Aunt, I'm going home to see Grandma."

Shen Mo said goodbye to the two of them and rushed to his grandmother's house.

Coming to the yard in his memory, Shen Mo pushed open the door.

The doors in the countryside were not locked, so he saw at a glance that the door of his house was half open.

He headed into the main house.

I saw my grandmother lying on the bed in the dim room.

"Grandma." Shen Mo stepped forward and knelt beside the old wooden bed.

Looking at the old man on the bed, he tried hard to suppress the sadness in his eyes. This was the remaining will and emotion in this body.

The old man reminded him of Feng Ying in his previous world.

Since he started the mission, he owed a lot to Feng Ying from the previous world.

But the situation was urgent at the time, and he finally had to choose to die together with Chu Aotian.

Otherwise, when the evil god is truly born, even if he and Li Xianer join forces, they will not be able to suppress the collapse of the world.

Now Shen Mo has some understanding of those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for their country.

Without a country, where would a home come from? Without this world, where would the people of this world come from?

"Grandma, I'm here, your child is here."

When the original owner was a child, he was very thin, so his grandmother would always call him "boy".

The old lady who was full of energy in my memory now has a head full of silver hair and her energy and spirit are slowly fading away.

The old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

"Is this a dream? My child has really come. I really hope I won't wake up from this dream. I really hope I won't wake up from this dream."

The old man stretched out his hand, but it seemed like his hand had no strength and it tried to retract in mid-air.

Shen Mo grabbed the old man's hand and put it on his face.

"Grandma, I'm the boy. I'm really back." Shen Mo forced a smile on his face.

"It's really you, I'm not dreaming. Your cruel mother said you didn't listen to her and went to the countryside. When I asked her where you went, she refused to tell me."

This is also the reason why the old woman was unwilling to believe that Shen Mo was right in front of her. When the old woman's hand touched Shen Mo's face, she was already in tears.

Shen Mo slowly wiped the tears from the old man's face.

He then took the old man's pulse.

"Grandma, did you fall down?" He frowned.

While touching grandma's legs.

"I fell a few days ago. It's okay. I'll be fine after a few days of sleep."

"So what have you been eating these days?" Shen Mo looked at the old man's bedside.

There was only a thermos and some hard, dried buns, which made me feel heartbroken.

"Let me take a look at her!" the old monk stepped forward.

Shen Mo nodded. Although he had never seen the old monk's medical skills, he believed that they would be good enough.

He can then free up his hands to prepare some soft food for grandma earlier.

"Grandma, this is my friend. I'll go make you something to eat." Shen Mo quickly left for the kitchen.

There was a great lack of things in the kitchen, and Shen Mo had no intention of using anything there.

He took out the spiritual rice that had been cooked long ago from the space, and then lit a fire to cook the spiritual rice until it was soft. He also took out a fish, removed the bones, and cooked the fish and spiritual rice together to make a pot of fish porridge.

I added some salt and brought a bowl to grandma.

When the old monk smelled the aroma of the fish porridge, he almost drooled.

"There's more in the kitchen, go get it yourself!" Shen Mo said, then came to grandma, blew on the porridge in the bowl, and started feeding the old woman mouthful by mouthful.

As she drank the porridge fed by her grandson, she couldn't stop crying.

"My child has grown up."

"Grandma, don't talk. I'll tell you in detail after we finish eating."