Jun Ruyu

"Hey, are you alright?"

When Mo Zhuliu woke up, he saw Wen Chang taking care of him. Except for his face becoming sharper, he was still the same, with long hair tied up high, and no broken hair could be seen from left to right. He was very upright and rigorous, so even though he was young However, others cannot underestimate his ability.

Wen Chang stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, the temperature has dropped. You didn't know that your body was so hot that you could heat it up by throwing it into cold water. Hey, you're not hot, are you?"

Seeing that the person on the bed was stunned and unresponsive, Wen Chang hurriedly felt the pulse on his wrist, and said, "It shouldn't be, Nan Hongyu saved your life, nothing should happen. I haven't seen you for five years, could it be that I don't recognize you?" Out of me? I am Wen Chang, do you know Wen Chang?"

He anxiously said his name, as if teaching a baby how to talk.Mo Zhuliu was amused by him.But suddenly caught the key word from the other party's words: "Nanhong?"

Mo Zhuliu touched his waist subconsciously.The waist is empty.

At this moment, Wen Chang stretched out a finger suddenly, and inserted it into the skirt of Mo Zhuliu's neck.

His fingers were cold, and he fumbled lightly to pick out a red thread, which was strung with the red jade that was originally broken in two.

Wen Chang said: "Fortunately, the crack is not too much, and it can be repaired. If it is broken into slag, there is really no way to save you."

Mo Zhuliu clearly remembered that he slapped himself with all his strength, and then lost consciousness, how could he be here just fine.Then asked: "What's going on?"

Wen Chang sighed and said: "Sure enough, Old Sect Master Wen should not have taught you the art of spiritual energy. You first got the title of 'Hua Dan Shou', and there were mixed reviews in the cultivation world. The fate of going mad..."

Mo Zhuliu then understood that he had gone mad and did not die.

Wen Chang almost wanted to slap him on the head, and said angrily: "You fucking court death! What's the matter with you and Wen Ruohan? Even if you don't want to be with him, why are you planning to kill yourself! That guy Wen Ruohan should be killed!"

Although Wen Chang has always been hostile to Wen Ruohan, after all, the two grew up together, and Mo Zhuliu could hear and see that, although Wen Chang said it so ruthlessly, it was just an angry word on the lips, otherwise it wouldn't have happened. He will follow Wen Ruohan for many years and will not leave.

Mo Zhuliu said, my life was saved by him, no matter what, I can't kill him, otherwise who am I?

"You...you are a fool!"

"Wen Chang, is it because this piece of jade is broken, I can't survive?"

Wen Chang suddenly fell silent.After a while, he said calmly: "Yes." He said again: "Unless you give up your spells and cultivation."

That is to say, take out the golden core?

Mo Zhuliu smiled bitterly.This can be regarded as a bad retribution for his "alchemy hand".

"Wen Chang," Mo Zhuliu finally begged the other party, "The second son of the Gusu Lan family has been in poor health, can you go and see for yourself when you have time?"

Wen Chang coaxed, "Okay", "I'll definitely go", and then pulled the quilt for him to cover his shoulders.

It didn't take long for Mo Zhuliu to get out of bed, and before he took the initiative to find Wen Ruohan, the other party came to the door.

Wen Ruohan's appearance became more and more indifferent, and also more and more suzerain-like, looking down at the haggard Mo Zhuliu, he couldn't hide his vigor.He only dropped a few words:

"Who do you think you are, how much value can your life bring to me?"

"I don't need you, go away."

He vaguely remembered the last time Wen Ruohan told him to fuck off, it was that time when he was going to hunt water tigers with Jiang's family, so he lied and said that he was going to Yunmeng to play.But that time, he only thought that Wen Ruohan was jealous, and didn't take it seriously at all. What he heard was just itchy ears. When he came back and gave him a gift, he laughed and coaxed him, and the other party calmed down.

But this time, Wen Ruohan was serious.

Yes, how much is your life worth?It really is that he is too self-righteous, and really thinks that he is some great person.

After hearing Wen Ruohan's humiliating words, Mo Zhuliu finally fled Wen's house almost in embarrassment.

He no longer had any reason to convince himself to stay.It would be too cheeky to stay any longer.

As he ran out of Wen's house, he was thinking miserably: Who am I?

Don't Zhu Liu think who he is, how can he change Wen Ruohan?

At the end of spring, a row of trees outside the city shook off their branches full of flowers.

There seem to be many people on the street all year round.Now that the situation has stabilized, the types of goods sold by vendors on the street have also increased, and the streets are crowded with people, so it is very lively.

Mo Zhuliu stood in front of the old notice board with the purchased things in his arms. The notice on it was torn and pasted again and again, and he had already stopped posting his wanted notice.

So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, dynasties have changed, and things have changed.Turning around, he seemed to be back where he started.It's a bit ridiculous to say that.

When I returned to the shop, other small workers were buying goods in the back, and the boss stood aside with his beard twitching to supervise them.

The shop is still the same shop, and the boss is still the same boss, but compared to the past, it is getting bigger and bigger now, and the shop looks a lot more beautiful, and it is no longer that simple and shabby little shop.

Seeing that Mo Zhuliu was coming, the boss beckoned him to help quickly.

Mo Zhuliu hurriedly put down the latest issue of the Cultivation Realm Newsletter, and turned to help Xiaogong.

He has worked here for four or five years, with a stable income, good health, and an ordinary life.He will regularly learn about the big and small things in the cultivation world through gossip.

For example, which family's young master got married and had children, and which family's old suzerain abdicated.

The Wen family is very stable now, and Wen Buyun still sits on the mountain to oversee it, but it seems that in a few years, there will be major changes in the Wen family.It's just that the time has not come.

Mo Zhuliu was settling accounts at the counter that day, the boss gave him a wink and asked him to look outside.At first glance, it turned out that someone who didn't understand the rules actually set up a small stall on the opposite side and grabbed the business.Mo Zhuliu then handed over the ledger and abacus to the little worker on the side, and went out by himself, intending to persuade the man to leave.

The stall was a skinny little old man. Looking at his tattered Taoist robes, he could not be sure which family he was kicked out of.

Mo Zhuliu went over to look at the things he was selling, and they really were some cultivation secret books, but since "cheat book" was written on it, it must be a bluff made up. It is not so easy to steal the secret books of various families, let alone compile and sell them in sets.

Just as I was about to be polite and reason and send people away, my footsteps stopped in front of the stall.Mo Zhuliu took a look and found that it was a woman. Although she was dressed in simple and elegant clothes, she wore a valuable golden hairpin on her head, and her gestures were charming. She guessed that she was a woman from the Merry House, but she was not young, so she might be in that place. , very unwelcome.

How can the women there be interested in such things if they don't go to the rouge and gouache shop?

Only the woman said: "Excuse me, is there any book on cultivation, I want to buy it for my son."

The old man who set up the stall pointed casually, and said, "Here, there are all of them, one book is two taels, two books is three taels."

Seeing that the woman was really about to take out her purse, Mo Zhuliu quickly stopped him, and told the old man to leave the place quickly and sell it elsewhere, but the woman still wanted to chase her, so Mo Zhuliu stopped her, pointing at the opposite side to make it beautifully trimmed. Beautiful and bright shop, said:

"Go to my house and buy it. The old man just now sold fake products. It's not easy for my sister to make money. Trust me, you won't be wrong."

Mo Zhuliu was born delicate, not counting those five years, but now he is only seventy-seven in his twenties, with red lips and white teeth, full of energy.The woman blushed slightly and thanked her repeatedly.

The woman's surname is Meng Mingshi, and she has a young son, who is a debt of love left by a Taoist person when he was romantic here.

She firmly believed that the man would return here to take the mother and son back to enjoy the blessings. After hearing this, Mo Zhuliu smiled and didn't speak. He just picked some books in the store for Meng Shi in the future, and took care of the mother and son as much as possible.Meng Shi didn't know that he knew magic, and Mo Zhuliu didn't want others to know.

Later Meng Shi brought the child to see him, everyone in the store immediately looked at him differently, Mo Zhuliu was embarrassed, and hurriedly led the mother and son out the back door to talk.

"Sister Meng, why are you here?" When Mo Zhuliu asked this, the boy next to Meng Shi shrank behind his mother and looked up at him timidly.

Meng Shi squatted beside the boy, and said softly, "This is my son, named Yao. I'll bring him to see you. A Yao, Uncle Mo picked those books for you. Thank you Uncle Mo."

This child was born with a bit of his mother's good looks, and he looked gentle with a rare fortitude, but the eyes were not quite the same, the boy's eyes were so innocent that it melted people's hearts.But now I am still young, if I grow up, maybe it will be a different feeling.

With a straight back, the boy said to him almost respectfully, "Thank you, Uncle Mo."

"En." Mo Zhuliu responded, and suddenly remembered that this child probably hasn't recognized his ancestors yet, so he can't be named with his father's surname, but if he were to use his mother's surname directly, it would seem too pitiful. After thinking about it, He had no choice but to call "Ayao" directly, but just as he called out, Mo Zhuliu was taken aback: Why did he feel that this name seemed to have been called by someone before?

Meng Yao was only seven or eight years old, and she was supervised by Meng Shi to practice kung fu all day long. However, Meng Shi knew nothing about cultivation. Fortunately, Mo Zhuliu occasionally took care of her and gave her advice. Otherwise, this child might not know which way to go .

It is inconvenient to educate children in the museum, Meng Shi wants to entrust Meng Yao to Mo Zhuliu, because it is convenient to read books, so he can be directly guided by Mo Zhuliu.Although Meng Shi was famous for her literary talent, she was not from a scholarly family after all, and her literacy was limited. She also wanted to teach her children to be successful. She said that when the fairy family came in the future, she would be happy to see her son achieve such achievements.

"Don't worry, I will send you silver taels every month. I...I will work hard to make money, and I just ask you to take good care of my child." Meng Shi hugged the boy, tears streaming down her face, and the makeup on her face was stained .

Mo Zhuliu agreed softly.

Meng Yao was very sensible, touched her mother's face, and said that she must live up to her mother's expectations.

Mo Zhuliu finally sent Meng Shi away, and the young workers in the store secretly wanted to take a look, and even joked with him about when he went to the kiln. Such a beautiful woman, I heard that she was once the number one, but it's a pity. to have a baby...

Mo Zhuliu stared back at them fiercely.

"Don't say such things in the future." He was so angry that his spiritual power almost gushed out uncontrollably.

After speaking, he hurriedly went to see Meng Yao, the child's expression was very ugly, he lowered his eyes, and said nothing, probably because he heard too many such malicious words.

Mo Zhuliu felt sorry for him, but also felt lucky that Meng Yao could express any sadness on his face at this time. He didn't want Meng Yao to be like those women in the restaurant: No matter how much sadness and reluctance there is, he still has to smile To face people you don't like.

Fortunately, fortunately, he was by his side.

Mo Zhuliu had never had any contact with children before. Although his father had a concubine, he never gave him a younger brother.

Meng Yao was very well-behaved, she shared a room with him and slept in the same bed, and never kicked the quilt at night, or made any excessive demands.He kept silent all the time, concentrated on reading and studying, and when he encountered something he didn't understand, he didn't go out to ask immediately, but wrote it down in his notebook, and when the shop was closed and Mo Zhuliu came back, he asked him together.

In fact, Mo Zhuliu himself did not have such a solid theoretical foundation. At most, when Wen Ruohan was studying at Wen's house, Wen Ruohan would allow him to pick a few books to read, or sometimes Wen Ruohan would let him read when he had problems reading. Ask Mo Zhuliu for his opinion, or Wen Ruohan sometimes gets tired of seeing, so he asks Mo Zhuliu to read it to him word by word.In short, I have come and gone, don't count by the flow, I really read a lot of things.

After Meng Yao learned the theory solidly, he wanted to try some practical ones, so Mo Zhuliu had no choice but to let him play a few punches with him in the backyard. He was not good at using swords, so he could only teach him more about physical skills.

After sweating, the two went to take a bath.He washed Meng Yao's hair first, leaving only a single shirt for himself.

After washing, Meng Yao said thank you, then suddenly startled, stretched out her little hand to touch Mo Zhuliu's neck, after a long time, she found a piece of red jade, and said:

"Oh, I thought your neck was hurt. It turned out to be a red thread. This jade is so beautiful, but why is it cracked?"

Mo Zhuliu squeezed his hand, and said with a smile, "Uncle Mo didn't cherish it before and broke it. You see, after that, I just hung it around my neck."

Meng Yao opened her eyes and looked at the piece of jade earnestly. Mo Zhuliu felt sad, then patted his head again and said, "A Yao, if you meet someone or something worth cherishing in the future, you must protect it well. Don’t hurt the other party even a single bit, you know?”

"Well, I see." Meng Yao raised her eyes to look at him very seriously.

The author has something to say:

After reading two articles, I sighed that the writing was really good.

That style of writing is so comfortable to read.

I still have too much to learn

There is Yaomei in this chapter!

oh so cute!