The Lord God is kneeling on the washboard again

At this moment, an old man in tattered clothes walked up to Xiao Muhan and asked, "Do you want to be my disciple?"

The old man's hair was messy and his clothes were covered with patches and stains, but his eyes were exceptionally bright, revealing a mysterious light.

Little Mu Han was a little overwhelmed by this sudden question. He looked up at the old man, then turned to look at his parents.

Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli looked at each other, their hearts full of doubts.

Seeing that Xiao Muhan didn't answer, the old man continued, "Little kid, I think you have excellent bones and are a promising talent. If you become my disciple, I will definitely make you a peerless master."

Little Mu Han blinked and asked timidly, "Grandpa, are you very powerful?" Are you more powerful than my master and the others?

Little Mu Han blinked and asked timidly, "Grandpa, are you very powerful? Are you more powerful than my master and the others?"

When the old man heard Xiao Muhan's question, he was stunned at first, then he threw his head back and laughed, and his laughter echoed in the square.

"Little kid, your master? Humph, I'm more powerful than you can imagine. They are far inferior to me!" The old man folded his hands in front of his chest, his expression full of pride.

Little Muhan frowned, seemingly pondering the old man's words. Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli also looked puzzled.

A voice interrupted everyone's thoughts, "A declining sect, whether it has resources or not, still wants to learn and accept disciples."

The voice was filled with ridicule and disdain, and everyone looked in the direction of the voice. They saw a man in gorgeous clothes, waving a folding fan, walking slowly towards them.

He looked at the old man with disdain, a sneer on his face. "You're so poor, and you still want to accept a disciple? What a joke!" the man continued.

Xiao Muhan frowned and said angrily: "You are not allowed to say that about Grandpa.

Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) frowned slightly and asked doubtfully, "The Luopo Sect?"

Her eyes swept around, as if seeking an answer. Yun Mohan also looked confused, shook his head and said, "I have never heard of this sect."

The man continued to rant when a whip lashed out at him. He was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground. A woman in a red dress snorted coldly, "Do you, the Lingxiao Sect, really think that my downtrodden sect is deserted?"

The woman's eyebrows were raised, her eyes wide, and her face was filled with anger. The man scrambled to his feet and roared in anger, "You crazy woman, how dare you lay hands on me!"

The woman sneered, "How dare you slander my Luopo Sect? Today I'm just teaching you a little lesson!"

The man was furious and was about to fight back, but was forced back by the whip in the woman's hand. Everyone around was stunned by this sudden change.

Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli protected Xiao Muhan and retreated to the side, watching the situation unfold. Xiao Muhan looked at the woman in red curiously, his eyes full of amazement.

The woman looked around and said loudly, "Although our Luopu Sect may not be as wealthy as some other sects, we will not tolerate others insulting us at will!"

At this point, the man's face turned pale, but he was wary of the woman's strength and didn't dare to move forward rashly. The situation was at a stalemate for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

When the leader of Luopo Sect left, he glanced at Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) and said, "Miss Xing, the answer you want is within you. Don't force it."

Xing Xuanli was shocked when she heard this, and looked at the Sect Master's departing back with a puzzled look on her face. Yun Mohan noticed his wife's strangeness and asked softly, "Li'er, the words of the Luopo Sect Master seem to have a deeper meaning. Do you know him?"

Xing Xuanli shook her head and said, "I have never met this person, but his words have left me confused."

Little Mu Han tugged at the corner of Xing Xuanli's clothes and asked, "Mother, why did that grandfather say that to you?"

Xing Xuanli squatted down, touched Xiao Muhan's head, and said, "Mother doesn't know either. Maybe there is some misunderstanding."

The family of three stood there, looking at the direction where the leader of the Luopu Sect was going away, and fell into deep thought.

Today's spiritual root test also came to an end. People gradually dispersed with feelings of excitement, disappointment, and confusion.

Lin Luochuan and Gu Beichen said goodbye to Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) and his family.

Lin Luochuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Nangong, we'll be apart today and I don't know when we'll meet again. I hope everything is well with you."

Gu Beichen also bowed and said, "Brother Nangong, sister-in-law, and little Muhan, I wish you all the best in the future."

Yun Mohan returned the greeting and said, "Brother Lin, Brother Gu, take care of yourselves as well. The road ahead is long, and we will meet again if fate allows."

Xing Xuanli held little Mu Han in her arms and said, "Be careful on your journey, both of you."

Little Mu Han waved his little hands and said in a baby voice, "Uncle Lin, Uncle Gu, goodbye."

Lin Luochuan and Gu Beichen looked at the cute little Mu Han and couldn't help laughing.

Then, they turned and left, their figures gradually moving further away. Yun Mohan and his family looked at the direction they were going, their hearts filled with reluctance and blessings.

Xiao Muhan and his family also followed the crowd out of the testing grounds. Along the way, Xiao Muhan kept asking questions about the Luopo Sect and the mysterious old man. Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli patiently answered his questions, but in their hearts they were also thinking about the various strange things that had happened today.

Back home, Xing Xuanli sat by the window, gazing at the scenery outside, her mind replaying the words of the Luopu Sect's leader. Yun Mohan came over, gently hugged her from behind, and said, "Li'er, don't think too much about it. Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Xing Xuanli sighed slightly and said, "I hope so. It's just that all this happened too suddenly, and I always feel a little uneasy."

As the night deepened, Xiao Muhan had already fallen asleep, but Yun Mohan and Xing Xuanli could not fall asleep for a long time. They didn't know what kind of opportunities were waiting for them in the future.

Not long after, Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li) closed her eyes and entered the space.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) was not sleepy, so he got up and walked to the window.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) was not sleepy, so he got up, put on his coat, and stood by the window.

Outside the window, moonlight shone like water, casting a silvery shadow across the courtyard. A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness. Yun Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts drifting.

When Yun Mohan was thinking about what happened today, he sensed a familiar breath. There was no expression on his face. He said in a voice transmission: "Go to my study and wait for me." After that, he turned around and looked at the sleeping little Mu Han and Xing Xuanli (Duanmu Li). A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he used a defensive spiritual power to separate the mother and son.

Not long after, Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) came to the study. The visitor had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) coming, he stood up from the chair, stepped forward and saluted, saying: Greetings, Your Majesty.

Yun Mohan (Nangong Han) said calmly: "Tell me! Why did you come to the human world to see me?

The atmosphere in the study suddenly froze, as if even the air had grown heavy. Yun Mohan stared at the man in black in front of him with a gaze as sharp as a torch, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate his soul.