Retrograde fairy way

"Husband, what should we do?" Yang Juan asked with a pale face, looking at Yang Wucai with lingering fear.

"What to do, what to do, how do I know what to do?" Yang Wucai looked at Yang Chong distressedly, and said with a sad face.

"Then tell me, what does Venerable Pang want?" Seeing his distraught look, Yang Juan changed her weak appearance at this moment. This matter is related to the fate of their family of three, and no mistakes can be tolerated.

"Things...things..." Yang Wucai touched his son's forehead with one hand, muttering to himself, suddenly his eyes lit up, as if thinking of something: "Could it be..."

"What is it?" Yang Juan looked puzzled, since she married into the Yang family, she really didn't know what Yang Wu was hiding from her.

"Juan, you don't know that when my father returned home, he gave me something for safekeeping, and I can't tell anyone about it!" Yang Wucai buried his head in his arms with guilt in his eyes, and said in a low voice. : "Now that I think about it, my father must have a premonition!"

Yang Juan looked at her husband's pain, and thought about the situation of the family at this time, she couldn't help feeling sad, hugged Yang Wu and wept sadly: "Then let's give the things to Pang..."

Yang Wucai raised his head suddenly, and said decisively: "No, the cause of father's death is unknown, now it seems that it is very likely to be related to this thing, maybe it was Ponturi's secret murder!"

"This won't work, that won't work. You should think of a way. It doesn't matter if we die, but Chong'er is only eight years old, so I can't... woo woo!" Looking at the unconscious Yang Zhong, Yang Juan couldn't hide her heart anymore. Worried, wept bitterly.

"Hey!" Seeing this, Yang Wu raised his arm several times, but finally lowered it, turning into a sigh, but unexpectedly he was startled by the layout of the room.

In the small room, the furnishings are extremely simple, and they are basically the things that Wang Mo had before he moved in. It is just that there are dozens of exquisite arrays in the room, which are placed everywhere, which looks mysterious and unusual.

Before they were so anxious that they couldn't care less about observing the decorations in the house, this scene was reflected in Yang Wucai's eyes, his complexion changed several times, he stared blankly at Yang Juan, mother and son, gritted his teeth, got up and walked out.

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"Could it be that he also knows where that place is?" Thinking of this, Ponturi's heart tightened, hesitating whether to try his best to break the rules of the market and kill Wang Mo on the spot.

But looking up and seeing Wang Mo's indifferent face, he couldn't help but give up this idea in his heart.

On the side, Wang Mo saw his complexion in his eyes, and he had some calculations in his heart, but he still dealt with it calmly, without any intention of opening his mouth.

"Hmph, I don't know where this kid came from, how did he know about that?" Facing Wang Mo's silence, Pang Tuli cursed secretly in his heart, but said in his mouth: "As long as fellow Taoists don't interfere in this matter anymore , Feel free to mention any conditions, as long as I can do it."

"Huh?" Wang Mo's heart moved, and he said without changing his face: "Hehe, fellow daoist, you are joking. I will stay in Yang's house temporarily, and I finally have a good relationship. Please leave now, fellow daoist!"

Seeing Wang Mo's appearance of neither pestilence nor anger, soft and hard, no matter how good Pangtuli's patience was, it turned into invisible, and he stood up abruptly, with the blood fluctuating violently, obviously caused by extreme anger.

At this moment, the wooden door of the hall that was originally closed opened in response to the sound, and Yang Wucai walked in with a pale face and struggled, and knelt down in front of Wang Mo with a plop, and said, "Senior saved my family of three, but this junior has nothing to repay.

As he spoke, he took out something from the storage bag and raised his hands above his head.

When this scene happened, Pontuli watched it clearly from the sidelines, the vitality of his body fluctuated several times, and the greed in his eyes was burning, but he did not put it into action.

Looking at the semicircular, black object in Yang Wucai's hand, which looked like an ordinary iron sheet, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes, and gave Yang Wucai a meaningful look, without saying anything, just took it lightly.

Yang Wucai felt a lightness in his hands, but he was still lying on the ground tightly, not daring to take a breath.

The fingertips holding the iron sheet lightly rubbed the rough surface, and turned to look at Ponturi who was staring at himself, or at the iron sheet in his hand, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth slightly raised: "Friend Daoist Pang, but this time thing?"

"That's right, it's exactly this thing. As long as fellow Taoist hands it over to me, I can assure you that I will never come to harass the Yang family again!" Pontuli said with an oath, as if there were only pieces of iron in his eyes.

"Hehe, fellow daoist Pang was joking, but I never said that I would give it to fellow daoist!" Wang Mo flipped his wrist, but put the iron piece into the storage bag.

"You..." At this time, the thing that he had been looking forward to day and night was in front of him, but it was taken away by others. Pang Tuli's true energy fluctuated, and his cultivation base in the middle stage of foundation establishment exploded, pressing towards Wang Mo.

Whoops!

There was a gust of wind in the hall, and the blown tables and chairs rolled down in all directions. Only two people sat firmly on the chairs, but Yang Wucai was beside Wang Mo and was not affected.

This strange wind came and went quickly, and suddenly there was no movement.

Taking a deep look at Wang Mo, Ponturi immediately regained his composure: "Okay, okay, Dao friendly means, arouse this deity's Dao heart several times!"

Hearing this, the corners of Wang Mo's eyes twitched slightly, his heart trembled, but he said calmly: "Hehe, what did you say, I have never thought of offending you!"

"Hey, Ming people don't speak dark words. Since fellow Taoists already know about this matter, the deity will no longer hide it. What's more, there is no place where the deity can go to explore alone!" Pontuli looked at Wang Mo. Smiling hesitantly, it actually changed the meaning of exclusiveness before.

"Oh!" Wang Mo responded lightly, but didn't express much, looking noncommittal.

Ponturi frowned slightly: "Since Fellow Daoist doesn't want to sell this thing, let's join hands and we can get more benefits in the future. How about friendship?"

"Excuse me for asking, Wang, is it just the two of us going to this matter, or will other fellow Taoists participate?" Wang asked suddenly with a smile on his face.

"Hehe, fellow daoist, don't worry, this matter is no small matter, if it wasn't for fellow daoist...hehe" Seeing Wang Mo's emotional look, Pang Tuli's eyes flashed, but he looked at Yang Wucai who was lying on the ground.

Looking at his body, Yang Wucai suddenly trembled: "Senior, Venerable Pang, this junior swears that I will never tell this matter!"

"Hmph! This deity only believes that the dead will not speak out!" Ponturi snorted coldly, the ferocious meaning in his words was evident.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Pang, don't embarrass this junior!" Seeing him pointing the finger at Yang Wucai, Wang Mo had no choice but to speak. He didn't understand the meaning of his words, but he couldn't do such a thing no matter what.

"Well, for the sake of fellow Taoists, I will spare your family, but you have to swear by your wife and children, if there is any rumor about this matter, hehe!" He did not let Yang Wucai go.

"This..." Hearing this, Yang Wucai hesitated for a moment, looked up at Wang Mo who was frowning, and then swept towards Pang Tuli who was staring at him. Pointing to the sky, he gritted his teeth and said: "Young student Yang Wucai, I swear here, if there is any leak of today's matter, then junior...junior...wife and..."

"That's enough, Fat Fellow Daoist, let's talk about when we will leave!" Wang Mo suddenly spoke, interrupting Yang Wucai's words.

Regardless of Yang Wucai's grateful face, Pangtu's expression flickered, but he didn't get angry, he just hummed lightly: "In this case, we will meet at the south gate of Fangshi three days later!"

"Okay, that's it, see you in three days!"

Seeing this, Ponturi couldn't say anything more, he cupped his hands slightly, glanced at Yang Wucai lightly, and then left.

"Get up!" Seeing him leaving, Wang Mo said to Yang Wucai lightly.

"Thank you for saving my life, senior!" Yang Wucai stood up and said with a guilty expression on his face.

Wang Mo got up slowly, glanced at him again, and left the house without saying a word, Yang Wu didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly followed.

When she came to the usual practice place, Yang Juan fidgeted and hugged Yang Zhong. When she saw Wang Mo coming, she hurriedly got up to greet her, but was stopped by Wang Mo waving her hand.

"After today, your family can be considered safe, do you have another place to live?"

"This..." Yang Wucai and his wife looked at each other in blank dismay for a while, showing embarrassment.

.....

Qingshanfang City, a street corner that is not prosperous, hangs a small shop banner, and the people coming and going are a little depressed.

In the backyard, Wang Mo sat alone in the room, holding a piece of black iron in his hand, and slowly opened his eyes after a long while.

"Huh, what is this thing that makes a foundation-builder so obsessed..." Looking at the iron piece in his hand, Wang Mo's eyes were full of doubts. After a little thought, he changed hands and put it in the storage bag.

This piece of iron is the most common, and there is nothing attractive on the surface. Wang Mo's spiritual sense probed it, but he had no clue. Every time his spiritual sense probed it, he felt that this thing was an ordinary piece of iron generally.

Although the root cause was not found out, after three days, there would be a result, and Wang Mo didn't care too much about it.

In the early morning of the next day, in the small courtyard, the door of the house in the center opened with a creak, and Wang Mo walked out in a hurry.

"Good morning, senior!" Yang Wucai expressed gratitude, the three of them no longer had to worry about it, it was entirely thanks to the people in front of them.

"Okay, don't call me senior anymore, just call me boss!" Wang Mo said helplessly, seriously, he is only eighteen, and he is not used to being called by seniors before and after seniors.

"Yes!" Yang Wucai naturally would not refute Wang Mo's request.

"Okay, as long as you don't leave the market, you don't dare to measure that Pang Tuli!" Wang Mo's expression was flat, and he couldn't see anything strange at all.

Yang Wucai looked at Wang Mo carefully, and heaved a sigh of relief. Before Pang Tuli, he handed over what his father left behind to Wang Mo, obviously suspected of taking advantage of him, but not only did the other party not blame him, Moreover, he also arranged a way out for their family, which made him feel ashamed.

"In this courtyard, I will set up a formation. There are control methods and low-level magic tools I usually refine and other sundries. It is enough for you to learn the simple refining method. But don't be careless. Although the other party has some scruples in the market, it is inevitable that the other party will jump over the wall in a hurry!" Wang Mo took out a storage bag, handed it to Yang Wucai, waved his hand to stop him from talking, and went to the shop.

"Senior..." Looking at the gradually disappearing figure, the corners of Yang Wucai's mouth twitched, but no words came out.