Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Living in the yard is much more comfortable than living in the upper room. Not only is it big, but it also has good privacy. Finally, the three little ones can call freely without worrying about causing panic to ordinary people.

There are two bedrooms on the left and right sides of the house, and a main room similar to the living room in the middle.

Now Duan Lang didn't have to worry about sharing a room with Mo Yuan, he chose the bedroom on the left, and lived in happily.

Anyway, he paid the rent. Mo Yuan, the prison boss who eats and drinks for free, has no right to ask him to pay money or pay someone. Even Phoenix Man can't be as ruthless as him.

Mo Yuan glanced at Duan Lang indifferently, was noncommittal about his choice, and walked into the room on the right.

His senior brother is sometimes so naive as to be ridiculous.

Not to mention that they lived in two rooms, even if they were separated by a yard, he couldn't escape if he wanted him.

But because he worked so hard to seduce/seduce him last night, let him be spared for now.

Duan Lang didn't know that he had accidentally escaped, so he asked Xiaoer to deliver a bucket of hot water, soaked it in, took a comfortable bath, climbed onto the bed and planned to sleep, but suddenly remembered that he hadn't practiced much recently, so he crossed his legs Start meditating.

He is already in the Nascent Soul stage, and his meridians and dantian are less than twice as large as when he was in the golden elixir.

The golden elixir in the dantian has turned into a Nascent Soul like a ginseng fruit, but it looks like a miniature version of him, lavender through the body, small and cute.

"what."

After seeing the villain's appearance clearly, Duan Lang gave a strange surprise.

When he was in the realm of delusional memory, Mo Yuan injected demonic energy into his dantian. He clearly remembered that when the demonic energy entered his body, he was almost frozen into an iceman, but now the Nascent Soul is clean. Speaking of magic energy, there is not even a black spot the size of a black sesame seed.

strangeness.

Could it be that he remembered wrongly?Or did Mo Yuan suddenly realize his conscience and suck away the devilish energy for him?

Duan Lang shook his head, quickly denying this possibility.

The chance that the grandson will suddenly find out his conscience is lower than that of the sun coming out from the west, and it is impossible to help him suck away the magic energy!

Could it be Rong Zhi?

It's not impossible, after all, Rong Zhi's cultivation level seems to be quite high.

— Nothing at night.

In the early morning of the next day, Duan Lang opened his eyes from the meditation, and his body was unprecedentedly relaxed.

He walked out of the room and saw Feng Jiujiu dozing off on the tree, Xiao Hei wrapped around the branch next to it like a hemp rope, and the treasure hunter lying under the tree.

Hearing the sound of Duan Lang going out, Treasure Hunter lazily opened his eyes, then closed them again.

Before Mo Yuan moved, Duan Lang quietly glanced at his room with his spiritual sense, and saw him sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating, his eyes were tightly closed, his jade-like face was colder than a sculpture.

As if aware of his prying, he raised his eyelids and looked over coldly.

Duan Lang's heart skipped a beat, he quickly withdrew his consciousness, turned his phoenix eyes slightly, and raised his voice to ask: "Junior brother, I'm going out to buy breakfast, do you want it?"

Didn't he just spy on him, and even glared at him, Tangtang Mozun is really stingy.

After eating breakfast, Mo Yuan still didn't go out.

Duan Lang ignored him, played with the three little ones for a while, then went back to the room to continue meditating and practicing sword moves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

For two days in a row, Mo Yuan did not step out of the door.

On the fourth day, when Duan Lang was having breakfast with the three little ones, he saw the closed door open and Mo Yuan stepped out.

After he came out, he glanced coldly at Duan Lang, "Senior brother is living a happy life."

Duan Lang was used to Mo Yuan's taunting all the time, swallowed the last mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, his phoenix eyes curved, "It's a good place for junior brother to choose."

Living in this courtyard is comfortable and spacious, and no one disturbs it, it is so comfortable as hell.

The sun was fine yesterday, so he moved the soft couch to the yard and slept in the sun.After waking up, I took a leisurely stroll to the night market, and suddenly felt that this day was a bit too beautiful.

The prerequisite is that Mo Yuan does not seek trouble.

Mo Yuan snorted coldly, disdainful of Duan Lang's flattery, and cast a glance at the three little ones, "The three of you stay here. You go out with me."

Duan Lang blinked his eyes as the sudden order was endless, "Junior brother, where are we going?"

Mo Yuan stepped out of the courtyard.

"Is it useful for you to ask so much nonsense?"

Duan Lang: "..." Your cultivation is so high, and you can try saying this again someday when I'm distracted.

He rolled his eyes in displeasure, and told Feng Jiujiu: "Don't go out to run around, and don't go out to cause trouble, you know? Otherwise, no one will be able to save you."

Now the three little ones, Feng Jiujiu, are accomplices with them, if they get killed and cause other disputes, the cause and effect will also be blamed on him and Mo Yuan.

Feng Jiujiu's eyes were originally rolling, but after hearing Duan Lang's words, they suddenly stopped.

"understood."

Duan Lang threw another bottle of Bigu Pill on the table, told them to eat when they were hungry, and hurriedly followed.

He thought that Mo Yuan had already left the inn, but as soon as he walked out of the shadow wall separating the inn from the backyard, he saw Mo Yuan standing there motionless, his dark eyes quietly looking at a corner of the inn hall.

Duan Lang followed his gaze and found that he was looking at a storyteller over half a century old.

At this time, the storyteller was telling a story.

"If you want to say that the most famous beauties in our Fengtian City in the past hundred years are not the richest man Yuejia Yuezanbai. How beautiful is this Yuezanbai? Ten miles to the suburbs. It is said that even the one in the palace at that time wanted to marry her as a concubine."

When the people in the inn heard this, they immediately started whispering.

"Is that moon hairpin white really that beautiful?"

"Why isn't it beautiful?! There are still portraits of her everywhere."

"What can be seen in the painting is all beautified!"

"My great-grandmother served Yue's family back then, and she said that the painting didn't show the beauty of Yue's hairpin."

The storyteller continued, "However, no one likes Yuezanbai this year, but I saw a scholar who came out of nowhere, and it must be that the other party is not married. Originally, a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman are considered a good story. But who Know....."

Having said that, Mr. Storyteller took a meal, picked up the tea on the table and drank it slowly.

Duan Lang saw Mo Yuan walking over, and threw a piece of broken silver onto the plate in front of the storyteller.

The storyteller was overjoyed, raised his head, and was about to thank him, but was startled by Mo Yuan's eyes, and his words became awkward.

"Thank you Kekeguan..."

Mo Yuan frowned displeasedly, "Continue."

It was good that he didn't frown, but when he frowned, the icy cold all over his body became heavier, and the huge inn instantly turned into a cold cellar.

Duan Lang: "..."

If you hadn't paid the money, I would have suspected that you were threatening others, you know?

The storyteller was about to cry from fright. Seeing Mo Yuan give him an impatient look, his whole body trembled, and he continued to speak tremblingly.

It's just that I was frightened, and my speech was particularly incoherent.

"It's said that after the miss of the Yue family fell in love with this down-and-out scholar, she ignored her family's objections and had a secret relationship with him.....

And pregnant with a child..."

"Just as this Yuezanbai was very happy for the child, the scholar didn't see pity. That Yuezanbai didn't give up, and had to wait for him to return.

Later, he was rejected by the Yue family and left to Zhuangzi to fend for himself..."

Duan Lang: "..."

This storyteller's skills are not up to standard, and the story that is obviously quite exciting is not told by him dryly, and it doesn't sound interesting.

He looked up at Mo Yuan, and saw that he was staring at the storyteller expressionlessly, his eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Before the good storyteller finished speaking, he walked out.

Duan Lang gave the storyteller a sympathetic look, chased after him, turned his phoenix eyes, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, you are hungry. I heard that there is a restaurant in Fengtian City called Shizhiwei, and the dishes are very good. Why don't we try it?"

Mo Yuan stopped suddenly, raised his eyelids and looked at him, "Where is it?"

Duan Lang originally had no hope of going to eat to know the taste, but when he heard Mo Yuan's sudden question, he couldn't help being taken aback, "What?"

Mo Yuan's expression darkened, "Eating knows the taste."

Duan Lang: "..."

He said in astonishment: "Junior brother, are you going?"

Don't blame him for being so surprised, because during the time he spent with Mo Yuan, he felt that besides torturing him, teasing him, and mocking him, the thing he was most interested in doing was meditating, and he relied on Bigu Dan to continue his life on weekdays. The only times I ate, were under special circumstances.

Except that on the day he came to Fengtian City, he ate a steamed stuffed bun so honorably and almost used his hand as a meal.

Is the sun coming out from the west today?Or was he meditating and practicing in the small courtyard for a few days, and suddenly went mad?

Shizhiwei is on another street not far from the inn, and it takes a few minutes to walk there.

When they arrived, it was overcrowded and there were no empty seats.But for Mo Yuan, this is not difficult at all.

Duan Lang saw him raise his eyelids, and the second child obediently led them to the private seat.As for the original guests of the private seat, they obediently went downstairs and went home under Mo Yuan's watchful eye.

Duan Lang felt that Mo Yuan's awesome ability could completely be a flying thief, or the kind that swaggered away in front of everyone.

If he didn't still have the dignity of being a film king and a prisoner, he would want to learn from it.

After the guests at the banquet left, the waiter quickly poured tea for them and brought over the menu.

Duan Lang looked at the salted salted duck, [-]-character braised pork, Erlong Xizhu, etc. written on it, and was thinking about what to order, when he heard Mo Yuan quickly tell Xiao Er the names of several dishes .

The level of proficiency made him doubt whether Mo Yuan secretly worked here.

I must have never had a part-time job before, so there is only one reason why I am so familiar.

That's why Mo Yuan ate here.

Thinking of Yuezanbai in Mr. Storyteller just now, Duan Lang suddenly felt that he had vaguely grasped the answer.

But is it possible?

Could Mo Yuan really be the son of Yuezanbai, the number one beauty in Fengtian City a hundred years ago?