The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

"No! I chased Yan Dali to the central area and he disappeared. That person also went in. I waited outside for about ten days, but no one came out. Later, a handsome young man also went in there and hasn't returned yet. By the way, that young man is the mountain god the people in town are talking about."

Mo Bing didn't hide anything and answered all the questions.

If not asked, he naturally wouldn't speak up.

"Mountain God?" Han Cuiyin took out the portrait she got from Liu Dafu, and upon closer inspection, it really was her cheap father.

Luo Jingqian took it. "Is this really the person?"

"There's no mistake! I saw this senior saving many hunters and villagers, as well as some merchants, while I was hiding in the shadows. He was wearing this dark blue outfit and was very handsome."

Mo Bing glanced up at Luo Jingqian as she spoke, "That senior does bear a resemblance to you, young master."

Luo Jingqian's face does indeed resemble that of a member of the royal family, and they are now certain that he is Zhao Feilan.

After hearing this, Han Cuiyin kept wondering about Lian Yao's motive for snatching Han Zhen's incriminating evidence. Could it be for Han Yueshi?

Han Yueshi has a good relationship with Han Zhen and his daughter, and Lian Yao has a close relationship with Han Yueshi. However, the former devil king is indulging in love, which is regrettable.

The two had almost finished asking all the questions they could think of when, just as Luo Jingqian was about to make his move, Mo Bing begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Young masters, the central area of ​​the Pinglian Mountains is indeed easy to find, but the location where Yan Dali disappeared is rather unusual, and you may not be able to find it!"

To survive, he always had to be humble and shameless.

His cultivation method differed from his elder brother's; he specialized in assassination and intelligence gathering, and whenever there was a chance to survive, he could turn the tide.

Even if his cultivation is destroyed, so what? He has plenty of ways to escape!

Mo Bing still had a trembling expression.

Han Cuiyin nodded to Luo Jingqian, and the two of them gave him the opportunity.

"I'm resting now. We'll go into the mountains tomorrow when Hongshan comes back." Han Cuiyin patted Mo Bing and then tossed him out. "Let him stay in the courtyard. He can't run away."

......

Mo Changdao already knew that Mo Bing's cultivation had been destroyed.

He had been hesitant about whether to tell the old man the news that had been sent back earlier.

Now that his disciple's cultivation has been destroyed and he may even lose his life here, Mo Changdao is becoming restless.

Mo Changdao's son died young, and these two apprentices were no different from his own children.

A few days ago, when Mo Han was drained dry by the ancestor, he was unable to stop him. Since this disciple had a glimmer of hope, he was willing to try to save him.

Mo Changdao put down the cultivation technique bestowed upon him by the ancestor, tidied himself up, and went to the back courtyard.

After the Mo family ancestral hall was burned down, Mo Changdao chose a secluded courtyard for his ancestor, a quiet place that was not conspicuous to others.

Learning from the lesson of the ancestral hall burning down last time, those somewhat eccentric servants in the house were also placed there so that they could keep an eye on the situation in the courtyard at all times.

"Ancestor! The whereabouts of the Yan family have been found."

Mo Changdao said from outside the door.

Old Master Mo once said not to disturb him easily, unless there is a suitable body to possess.

Now that Yan Dali's second son has appeared in the Pinglian Mountains, it is the perfect time.

There's something strange about the central area of ​​the Pinglian Mountains; what if even the ancestor can't get out?

Mo Changdao felt a surge of joy upon thinking about this.

"Come in!" The door opened from the inside, but there was no one there.

Mo Changdao calmly went in and told the truth about the Pinglian Mountains.

"A message from Mo Bing? Have you verified it?"

A cloud of black mist emerged from the memorial tablet and floated in the air.

Mo Changdao was startled. His ancestor had grown even bigger. This time, going to the Pinglian Mountains might not be able to trap him!

"His cultivation was destroyed, according to the news that came earlier. He discovered the whereabouts of Yan Dali's second son and originally planned to go and capture Yan Er tonight to bring him back to the capital, but unexpectedly his cultivation was destroyed."

"Do you know who did this?" the shadowy figure asked excitedly. "Is it still in the Pinglian Mountains or Changye Town?"

Mo Changdao lowered his eyes, "We'll go find Yan Er tonight. Yan Er is traveling with a man. I wonder who crippled Mo Bing's cultivation."

The two who could subdue Mo Bing were not ordinary martial artists.

Mo Bing's cultivation method was improved by the ancestor, and his invisibility skill is something that ordinary people cannot compete with.

Over the years, countless masters have died at Mo Bing's hands. This kid has never lost a fight against overwhelming odds.

"You go and investigate, I want to see what's going on in the Pinglian Mountains! Back then, the head of the Yan family had great cultivation but led his family to live in seclusion, and in the end, the Yan family was trapped there by others."

The black mist dissipated and then coalesced again; the excitement within was indescribable.

Mo Changdao lowered his eyes. "If we go there now, we might be able to catch them, but it will take me a whole day to get there. I hope it won't delay your business."

The black mist gathered but did not dissipate. "Go to the old ancestral hall, dig down three feet, there's a box there, go and get it."

Those things have been buried for thousands of years, it's time for them to see the light of day again.

Mo Changdao realized what was happening, but his expression remained unchanged. "Yes! Ancestor, we'll be setting off soon. Is there anything else you need to prepare? This trip will be long, so should we bring the token?"

"Need not!"

After the others left, the black mist took on various shapes in the room.

"Heaven hasn't forsaken me! I've finally found a descendant of the Yan family. Hahaha~"

Meanwhile, the other house in Ronghua Lane was shrouded in gloom.

Little Li was reprimanded and stripped of her imperial title, and the entire Luo family was thrown into turmoil.

With Luo Yuan nowhere to be found, the porcelain bottle in her hand seemed to have become a joke.

In a fit of anger, she shoved the pills from the porcelain bottle directly into her son Luo Minghan's mouth.

After Old Madam Luo realized what was happening, she angrily slapped Little Li twice, "What did you feed Minghan? You gave him whatever you wanted without even asking? You jinx! I shouldn't have let you into the family after you killed Chuan'er!"

Old Mrs. Li's two slaps stunned Little Mrs. Li. "Aunt~ so you've been blaming me all these years!"

"Why wouldn't I blame you! You clearly have Luo Yuan in your heart, so why did you still seduce Chuan'er? The Li family and the Luo family have fallen to this state because of you! You shallow-minded thing!"

Old Mrs. Li grabbed Little Mrs. Li's hair and slapped her hard.

Young Madam Li couldn't hold back any longer and immediately pushed Old Madam Li away, "Me, short-sighted? All the Li family's possessions were given to you as dowry, just to save face for you! When my eldest and second sisters got married, they only had eighteen loads of dowry. You emptied the Li family's coffers. Fortunately, I married into the Luo family, and no one in the Luo family said anything. But what about the servants?"

She also felt wronged.

At the time, she was too picky to marry, and if she didn't get married soon, no good family would want her.

Luo Chuan wanted to meet her, so what could she do but grasp at this straw?

It's all because Luo Chuan died young and unfortunate; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to marry Luo Yuan.

Princess Changyun brought ten miles of red dowry when she married into the family, but what about her? Like her eldest and second eldest sisters, she also had an eighteen-bearer dowry.

"Stop arguing!" Luo Minghan spat out a mouthful of blood and lost consciousness.

The next day.

Changye Town.

"Are the neighbors going into the mountains so early?" Han Cuiyin heard the commotion. "Why isn't Hongshan back yet? Does she not want to look for her brother anymore?"

"No rush. We're on a fast pace, we won't be delayed."

Outside, however, came the soft sobbing of a woman, "Cousin Changcun, why did you leave without saying goodbye?"