Retrograde fairy way

"Let's talk, of course your benefits are indispensable!" Seeing this, Wang Mo smiled indifferently.

"No, no, senior was joking, how dare this junior, it's just... small," Yang Wu showed hesitation, his expression fluctuating, and he gritted his teeth after a while, "Senior, let me tell you the truth. , Although there is a place to live in this Qingshanfang City, it is only for the people of the Zongmen family, and the cost is quite expensive. If you don’t mind it, a small home, although simple, can also be used as a temporary dwelling!"

As for the quality of the residence, Wang Mo really didn't care about it, as long as he had a place to stay, with what he has learned now, and what he bought in the general seller's house, it is enough to settle a safe residence.

The monks here come and go frequently. If the cave is placed in the wild, it is inevitable that someone with a heart will stare at him. Moreover, he has practiced alone for many years, and he also needs to communicate with other monks. After all, working behind closed doors will inevitably hinder the journey of cultivation.

After thinking about it for a while, he said to Yang Wucai who looked a little uneasy: "Okay, I'll go to your place, but I like quiet, don't disturb me at will!"

"Yes, yes, senior, don't worry. Although the younger generation's place is not as strong as the center of this square, it is still a good place. You come with me!" Hearing what he said, Yang Wu showed joy and hurriedly led the way. Follow Wang Mo to go home.

Looking at the tall courtyard in front of him, it is hard to imagine that this is the place where a down-and-out monk like Yang Wucai lives. Taking a look at Yang Wucai who was leading the way carefully, Wang Mo looked around, but did not ask too much. Having one's own desires, one cannot judge others by one's own.

"Senior, junior just clean up the front room, you can rest easy!" Seeing Wang Mo looking around, Yang Wu let out a little breath.

"Daddy, did you bring something delicious for Chong'er?" Before Wang Mo could speak, he saw a boy running out of the room. He looked only seven or eight years old, with clean clothes and a flushed face!

A pretty woman leaned against the door, looking at Yang Wucai with searching eyes, and glanced at Wang Mo from time to time.

"Hmph, bastard, don't you see any guests here? Why don't you come over to see senior!" Yang Wucai cast a reassuring look at the woman, stared at the boy first, grabbed him in front of him, and hurriedly said to Wang Mo: "Senior, Don't be surprised, this is my son Yang Zhong, a child..."

"It's okay!" Seeing his expression, Wang Mo knew what he meant, waved his hand to show that he didn't care, took a step forward, and lightly patted the top of Yang Zhong's head.

At this moment, Yang Zhong lost the joy he had when he saw Yang Wucai returning home for the first time. He wanted to dodge his clear eyes, but when he saw Yang Wucai's stern gaze, there was a trace of fear and curiosity in his eyes, he shrank his neck slightly, and let him go Wang Mo's hand reached the top of his head.

"Don't kowtow to senior yet!" Yang Wucai pulled Yang Zhong to make him bow down.

"Wuxu is like this!" Wang Mo waved his hands, wiped his left hand over the storage bag at his waist, and then took out a jade tablet emitting a bright green light, and leaned over to put it on for Yang Zhong.

"Thank... Thank you, senior!" Yang Wucai saw this, his expression was agitated, and his articulateness was a little rough.

Although monks like them seem to be beautiful in the eyes of mortals, but if they are not in the cultivation world, how can they know the danger?Have you ever seen Wang Mo treat a monk with low cultivation like this?

"Little girl Yang Juan, pay my respects to senior!" Yang Juan heard Yang Wucai's words, hurried forward to the courtyard, and bowed to Wang Mo Yingying.

"You don't need to be too polite, you are a guest at the door, Wang Mo is bothering you!" Waving his hand and sending out a burst of real energy, he hurriedly stopped Yang Juan from bowing down, Wang Mo bowed slightly.

Yang Wucai's originally guarded expression slowly dissipated, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Senior, I will clean up the main room and let you..."

"No need to do that, just stay with me in these two rooms!"

On the west side of the courtyard, he took a fancy to two houses and gave Yang Wucai a storage bag. After he left happily, Wang Mo began to prepare his own residence in the next few years.

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A few months passed by, and Wang Mo, who thought he could rest in peace and wait for his cultivation to improve, didn't want to be awakened from his cultivation by a sudden aura in the morning.

In the hall of the Yang family, an uninvited guest came.

"Where are Nephew Yang's things? Have you figured it out?" A middle-aged monk with a fat head, big ears, and a red face stared at his huge eyes, took a sip of tea, and sat on the head with a relaxed expression.

Although his appearance is quite amiable and looks like a rich man, his attire is really unflattering. He is dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, and his hands are covered with thick and shiny golden rings. favored person.

On the other hand, Yang Wucai's black and thin body was in front of him, with a submissive face, full of nervousness and fear, so that a drop of sweat slipped down his cheeks, and he didn't have time to wipe it off: "Master Pang also asks for a clear lesson, this junior really doesn't know..."

"Hehe, for the sake of your father Yang Zhizeng and I being brothers and sisters, this deity will persuade me with good words. If not, why do you think this deity condescends to come here?" He squinted at Yang Wucai, and there was a cold light between his eyes In a flash, Venerable Pang stroked the ring in his hand.

"Yes...really..." Yang Wucai's hairs stood on end, he suddenly shuddered, but he insisted on gritted his teeth and said, "Please forgive me, my lord, this junior really doesn't know about my father!"

"Huh! I don't know what is good or bad. Without your father Yang Zhi, who else do you think can help you?" Venerable Pang snorted coldly, but he didn't get angry, and turned to look at Yang Zhong's mother and son who were trembling aside. .

Is the prestige of the venerable easy to match?

Yang Juan's cultivation base was lower than Yang Wucai's. Yang Zhong had only just been exposed to cultivation.

Mentioning Yang Zhi, it was Yang Wucai's father who died seven years ago during a mission in the sect, without even bringing back his bones, and this Venerable Pang Tuli was the one who went with him.

However, when Puntuli came back, he was seriously injured, and after vaguely explaining what happened, he hastily retreated to heal his injuries. Judging from his current situation, he is still intact, and his cultivation has even improved.

Seeing that he came here, it was obviously for something.

"This... Master Pang please raise your hand high, junior... junior really..." Yang Wucai fell to his knees with cold sweat on his face, looked at Pang Tuli in horror, and kowtowed to him for mercy.

"Yang Wucai, you have to know that the patience of this deity is limited. You'd better think carefully about whether or not that thing is in your hands!" Looking at Yang Wucai's family of three with a cold face, Ponturi threatened.

"Your junior really doesn't know, please forgive my family of three!" Yang Wucai continued to kowtow.

"Hey, it seems that you don't shed tears when you see the coffin. Although you are not allowed to do anything in this market, as long as you do it cleanly, no one will bother you for insignificant people. For the sake of your father’s friendship, you thought that this deity would be so talkative with you, huh?” Pontury smiled, and the coldness broke out, and the fat palm that was touching the ring slowly lifted up, and saw a The red gold vitality slowly dissipated and fell towards Yang Juan, mother and son.

At this time, Yang Wucai was full of panic and despair, but his body could not move a bit, he could only watch helplessly as the terrifying energy covered the mother and son.

"To say or not to say?"

"Senior, please spare me!" Yang Wucai's heart was shattered for a moment, he couldn't imagine that Pang Tuli would dare to violate the rules of the market and make a bold move.

"Stab! Crack!"

Suddenly, a green-gold true energy burst out from the slanted spine, and when the red-gold giant palm pressed it down, it resisted it, and as soon as the two energies intersected, there was a piercing sound.

The three members of the Yang family on the side suddenly contorted their faces, and the pain suddenly appeared.

"Who?" Pontouri's eyes shot coldly, and he turned his head to look.

Wang Mo frowned, and looked at the fat man in front of him. If it wasn't for the fact that the other party was too bullying, he really didn't want to meddle in such nosy matters. After all, Yang Zhong was just a child. Under the pressure of the venerable, his eyes turned white, and he was almost crushed Fainted.

"Who is Fellow Daoist?" Seeing Wang Mo's face clearly, the corners of Ponturi's eyes twitched, because Wang Mo was too young, even in the sect, there were not many people who could take his palm so easily, But such a young person is really rare, so he couldn't help cheering up.

In the past few years, he has been busy retreating and making breakthroughs. It is not wise for him to offend such a person.

"If I remember correctly, you shouldn't be allowed to do anything in this market, right?" Wang Mo glanced at Ponturi lightly, but Wang Mo pointed at the vital point.

"You... Huh!" Hearing this, Ponturi felt depressed for a while. As the deacon of the Artifact Sect here, he naturally knew the rules. Through the casual blow before, he could feel that the other party's cultivation was not weak, but his words were not as aggressive as before: "Fellow Daoist, do you really want to meddle in this business?"

"Thank you for saving my life, senior!" Seeing Wang Mo's arrival, Yang Wucai hurriedly supported his wife and thanked Wang Mo.

"No problem!" Wang Mo glanced at Yang Zhong, patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a porcelain bottle the size of a thumb, poured out a light blue pill from it, and put it in his mouth.

Yang Zhong, who was twitching and sweating profusely, slowly relaxed his breathing and fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Wucai immediately expressed gratitude, and opened his mouth to bow down again.

Without waiting for him to say anything, Wang Mo pointed to Yang Zhong, and threw a jade talisman to Yang Wucai.

Holding the jade talisman as if he had found a treasure, Yang Wucai hurriedly asked Yang Juan to hold Yang Zhong, walked out of the hall, and went to Wang Mo's room.

Ponturi stood aside, seeing that Wang Mo didn't pay attention to him at all, he squinted his eyes, his heart welled up with anger, but he didn't explode on the spot, after all, there was going to be trouble, and since he was in the same family here, it wasn't too bad to say it out Nice to hear.

"I can't talk about trivial matters. Don't you think it's wrong for you to bully a few juniors with the honor of building a foundation as a fellow Taoist?" Wang Mo seemed to be determined that the other party would not dare to make a move, and slowly walked aside, taking a sip of tea ceremony leisurely .

"You...hehe!" Hearing his words, Pang Tuli felt his breath constricted in his chest, but turned to smile and said, "Could it be that fellow Taoist and my senior brother Yang Zhi are old?"

"Hehe!" Wang Mo smiled without saying a word, just looked at him lightly.

Seeing this, Pontu's inner color changed several times, and he became a little surprised and uncertain.