Immortal Mortal

Master Mo, you're back. Where's Miss Yan'er? As soon as Mo Wuji walked to the rental house where he and Yan'er shared a grocery store, he saw Aunt Lu coming back with a small cart. When Aunt Lu saw Mo Wuji, she also had a pleasant expression on her face. She probably heard that Mo Wuji's mind is better now.

Mo Wuji bowed and saluted, Thank you, Aunt Lu, for taking care of me and Yan'er all these years. Yan'er was taken away by my family. I will leave Raozhou soon. I came here today to take away Yan'er's belongings. take it away.

It was the first time Mo Wuji saw Aunt Lu, she looked in her thirties, with a dark complexion. The pressure of life will add many traces of time to her face, and these traces cover up the best years that should belong to her.

Seeing the exhaustion on Aunt Lu's face, she didn't come back until now. I don't know if it was because the paving business was not good last night.

That's good, that's good. Although that girl Yan'er is sensible, she is still too young and needs someone to take care of her... Aunt Lu subconsciously stopped her words.

Yan'er already needs someone to take care of her, but in fact Yan'er has been taking care of the young master in front of her.

Go in and tidy up, the room has been reserved for you all the time. Aunt Lu hurriedly pushed the car away after saying something.

Mo Wuji walked into the grocery room where there was no chain, only a rope tied to the door, and a pile of dust hit his face.

I haven't been here for several months, and the place is already full of dust.

Mo Wuji only stayed here for two nights, and he only had a bed and a decent blanket. Yan'er's side was even more shabby, except for a few pieces of worn-out clothes that were neatly folded, there was nothing else. This means that when Yan'er sleeps at night, she doesn't even have a blanket.

Mo Wuji felt a little sour in his heart. To meet a girl like Yan'er, it would be like breaking countless wooden fish. After being plotted against, he knew how rare girls like Yan'er are. He carefully dusted off some of Yan'er's clothes and put them into the backpack he brought. Under the clothes, he saw a hairpin.

In Mo Wuji's impression, Yan'er had never used this hairpin. Although the hairpin was just an ordinary iron product, it looked like it should be Yan'er's most precious accessory.

Mo Wuji wrapped up the hairpin and walked to the mirror with several scratches. This is Yan'er's only makeup, maybe this mirror is used by Yan'er every day to dress up his king.

With a sigh, Mo Wuji also put the mirror into his backpack.

After looking at the small grocery room again, Mo Wuji walked out.

Master Mo, Yan'er is not here, why don't you come to my place to have some food. As soon as Mo Wuji walked out, he saw Aunt Lu wearing an apron.

Mo Wuji bowed to Aunt Lu again, took out a cloth bag and handed it to Aunt Lu, and said, Aunt Lu, I'm leaving Raozhou soon, the things in this cloth bag were given to Aunt Lu by Yan'er and I. Auntie will not set up a stall at night. If possible, please ask Aunt Lu to save the grocery room where Yan'er and I live. I'm leaving, Aunt Lu, take care.

After speaking, Mo Wuji didn't stay any longer, turned around and left quickly. Aunt Lu didn't protect him and Yan'er any earth-shatteringly, but she provided the shelter, and the casual half bowl of rice, a few handfuls of rice. For Mo Wuji and Yan'er, it was the greatest kindness.

One hundred gold coins is enough for an ordinary family to live an ordinary life, and he is afraid that too many will bring uneasiness to Aunt Lu.

It wasn't until Mo Wuji disappeared that Aunt Lu remembered the cloth bag in her hand. She opened the cloth bag, and the golden light almost made her scream out loud. Immediately she understood what was going on, Yan'er and that young master of the Mo family met a nobleman. She ran back in a hurry, still unable to restrain her heart beating wildly.

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An hour later, Mo Wuji stopped in front of a mansion.

The two huge ancient characters of 'Han Mansion' told Mo Wuji that this is the place where he will live in the last few months, the mansion of the old Duke Han Sheng'an.

Mo Wuji roughly estimated that this cold mansion covers an area of ​​at least tens of thousands of square meters.

In this bustling city of Raozhou, how much does it cost for such a large mansion? I don't know how big his Mo family's county palace was in Beiqin back then, but unfortunately he didn't even have an impression of Beiqin.

Hey, that kid, what are you doing sneaking around in front of the Duke's Mansion? Hurry up and get out of the way. While Mo Wuji was still sighing, the guards in front of the Duke's Mansion were already yelling at him very displeased.

Mo Wuji hurriedly stepped forward and cupped his fists and said, Both brothers, my name is Mo Wuji...

You are Mo Wuji? The one that the old county magistrate personally accepted you to enter the mansion yesterday? The guard who was yelling at Mo Wuji just now interrupted Mo Wuji's words and shouted in surprise.

Then he said to himself, Doesn't it look special?

Mo Wuji chuckled, It's me.

The guard's heart of gossip seemed to be burning suddenly, and he carefully pulled Mo Wuji aside and asked, I heard that you are still a pharmacist, by the way, why did you give up the position of the county king and come to the cold mansion to be a pharmacist? What about a servant?

Mo Wuji immediately punched Hanfu Kongkong, and said seriously, Brother, it's not appropriate for you to ask that. My admiration for the old Duke Han is like the endless river, just like a county. How can the position of king be compared to being a servant in the Han Mansion? In other words, if you were asked to choose between the guard of the Han Mansion and the county king, which one would you choose?

Ah... The guard was at a loss for words. Isn't it obvious that he should choose to be the king of the county? But how could he say that? Once it was spread, wouldn't it mean that he didn't have a sense of belonging to Hanfu?

Hey, I'm also obsessed with the old county magistrate, so naturally I have to choose the guard of the Han Mansion. The guard rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

Mo Wuji patted the guard's shoulder, That's the end of it. You have an answer to such a simple question and yet you're asking me? You're trying to amuse me on purpose.

No, no. The guard said quickly.

Mo Wuji chuckled, I'm just joking with you, please take me in to report.

The guard's chest slapped, Brother Mo, wrap it on me. From now on, you will be my Ding Buer's friend. Come with me.

After speaking, he greeted another guard and took the initiative to drag Mo Wuji in to report. Although Mo Wuji didn't know martial arts, he was assigned to the Hanfu Nursing Academy and became a martial artist.

Ding Bu Er, Mo Wuji thought of Ding Bu San and Ding Bu Si when he heard the name. This guy looks a little wretched, but his eyes are very bright, and his words reveal sincerity, which makes Mo Wuji have a great impression of Ding Buer.

Ding Bu Er seemed to want to explain to everyone that Mo Wuji was covered by him, so he took Mo Wuji around and introduced him to everyone.

But Mo Wuji could see that Ding Buer's status was not high. Few of these servants and guards took Ding Buer seriously, but no one stood up to make him look bad. Even in the nursing home where he was, few greeted him, and he didn't even see the chief nursing home.

In any case, the treatment of the servants in the Han Mansion is pretty good. A servant like Mo Wuji who just came in also had a separate residence.

Bu Er, Duke Han said that there will be people from our Han Mansion participating in the Yuexianmen Conference of the Empire in three months' time? After walking around, they all settled down. Mo Wuji hadn't seen him yet and wanted to take him there. The members of the Imperial Yuexianmen Conference, he was a little anxious.

He didn't really come here to be a servant, but to go to the capital of the Xinghan Empire with the help of Hanfu. The most important thing is to go to the Yuexianmen Conference, and take the opportunity to escape from Raozhou.