The Dragon from Hell

Seeing Mo Wenyuan coming, Donggong Ya smiled and couldn't help but raise her lips: "I know I was wrong. Elder Mo, please teach me. I will remember it in my heart!"

With such a big backer, no one can stop them even if all the soldiers of the Zhenguo Mansion are dispatched today.

"Okay, let's go."

Mo Wenyuan nodded and turned to leave.

Not only did he appear suddenly, but he also took this group of young disciples out directly from the main gate.

Gongsun Chao's face was livid. He didn't expect that someone would dare to be so arrogant in front of him.

Even the king of Dongli Kingdom had to give him three faces, not to mention a cultivator whose origin was unknown.

With a gloomy face, he stared at Mo Wenyuan's back and said, "You should be from Wuxiang Sect, right? Since you are in Wuxiang Sect, you should know that Wuxiang Sect has a good relationship with my Zhenguo Mansion. If you do this, aren't you afraid of hurting the relationship between my Dongli Kingdom and Wuxiang Sect?"

Hearing this, Gongsun Miao paused and hesitated.

He has always known that Wuxiang Sect and Zhenguo Mansion have had dealings, but he didn't know how far the relationship between the two has reached.

Now listening to Gongsun Chao's words, the news of his mother's death was indeed deliberately concealed.

At this time, Gongsun Chao also brought up his relationship with Wuxiang Sect and said it so clearly, as if he was not afraid of him pursuing the matter of the past, nor was he afraid that he would have any estrangement with Zhenguo Mansion because of this matter.

In Gongsun Chao's eyes, his biological son was already an abandoned child.

At that moment, he clenched his fists. He originally planned to stay and take responsibility for this matter himself, so as not to cause trouble to Mo Wenyuan.

But before he could speak, Mo Wenyuan said without even turning his head: "You have a relationship with Wuxiang Sect, what do you have to do with me, Mo Wenyuan?"

Turning his head and seeing that he had stopped, Mo Wenyuan said: "Why are you waiting for so long? You have joined Wuxiang Sect, so you are a disciple of Wuxiang Sect. Can't I, as a senior, control you?"

Gongsun Miao was stunned when he heard this, but Qin Feng understood what his master meant and smiled: "My master is right. Now you are a disciple of Wuxiang Sect. Do you dare not listen to the elder's words?"

Gongsun Miao turned his head and looked at Qin Feng, his face full of emotion.

What if he was abandoned by the Prime Minister's Mansion? Now he has a new home.

"Disciple, obey your order!" Gongsun Miao clenched his fist and saluted to Mo Wenyuan, his face full of determination.

Mo Wenyuan glanced at him, without saying much, and walked directly to the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion with several disciples.

Although there were many palace soldiers along the way, they were just ordinary people after all. In front of a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, their obstruction was no more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

Gongsun Chao's face was livid as he watched them leave. Logically, the cultivators he raised should have come out to stop them, but none of them showed up.

Either they had been dealt with by Mo Wenyuan, or they were afraid.

Even though Mo Wenyuan was alone, he could still lead this group of young descendants out of the heavily guarded Zhenguo Mansion.

This is the courage from a strong man.

After leaving the Zhenguo Mansion, Mo Wenyuan said nothing along the way and took them directly to a small courtyard of a private house near the port.

When they arrived, there was another person in the yard, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, dressed like a fisherman, with his trouser legs rolled up to his knees and a big beard on his face. When they entered the door, he was sitting at the stone table in the yard drinking and eating, with one leg on the stone bench under his buttocks, humming a little tune, looking so leisurely and comfortable.

Hearing someone coming in, he stood up in a hurry, without even wiping his mouth, and hurriedly saluted to Mo Wenyuan: "Senior Mo, you're back."

Mo Wenyuan saw him like this, but waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, I told you before that you and I don't have to be so polite. I thought you were different from your father, the old antique, but I didn't expect that you, a little kid, would learn bad things from him."

The middle-aged man was serious. Although there was a bit of oil on his beard, making his serious expression look a little unserious, he still had the proper etiquette: "How can this be, our family has been taken care of by the seniors for generations. Since my great-grandfather's generation, our family has an ancestral precept that we will serve you for generations!"

As he spoke, Qin Feng's eyes were also looking him up and down.

It was not difficult to hear from this person's words just now that this person's four generations have been working for the master, and although this person was nervous when facing the master, he did not see the unfamiliarity of the first meeting, which means that this person had met the master before.

But the master had been secluded in the back of Wuyou Mountain for three hundred years and had never come out of the mountain, so this man must be at least three hundred years old.

Qin Feng looked at him for a long time, and his every move was different.None of them revealed their cultivation.

But he could conclude that this person was a cultivator, and a cultivator with good cultivation.

As they were talking, several people entered the yard. The middle-aged man saw that they came with Mo Wenyuan and did not stop them. He nodded to them as a greeting.

Seeing that Mo Wenyuan had no intention of introducing the two parties, he consciously packed up his things and went into the house first.

After everyone left, Donggong Ya was the first to bow to Mo Wenyuan: "Thank you, Elder Mo, for helping me! Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise I'm afraid that several of us would have been detained."

Donggong Ya smiled brightly. She not only felt fortunate, but also inexplicably refreshing.

Especially when she left, she saw the faces of Gongsun Hao and Zhang, and she was happier than catching a top-grade spiritual beast.

But what Mo Wenyuan said next made her stop laughing instantly.

"Don't be so quick to thank me. Do you think I was joking with you when I said that in the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion?" Mo Wenyuan sat down and poured himself a glass of wine: "You guys, you don't even know the details of the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion, but you dare to question them face to face. If I hadn't happened to be nearby today, what would you do?"

Donggong Ya blushed immediately after hearing this: "We also thought that it was Gongsun Miao's home after all, so there shouldn't be any problems..."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, and subconsciously looked at Gongsun Miao: "Gongsun, I didn't mean that, don't..."

"It's okay." Gongsun Miao shook his head, indicating that it was okay: "The senior taught me right, and I didn't expect that one day I would end up with a home that I couldn't return to."

As he said this, he wanted to force a smile to hide his disappointment, but unfortunately this smile was uglier than crying.

Mo Wenyuan glanced at him and didn't blame him too much: "Okay, for the sake of my senior sister, let's forget it this time."