The host of fast travel is Bailian in the prosperous age

The next day, Xu Moshu got up early.

He went down the mountain, looked at the things in front of him, and suddenly didn't know what to do.

What should be the fastest and most effective way to let everyone know his reputation?

this is a big problem.

Before Xu Moshu had time to think, he suddenly heard a voice calling for help not far away.

"Help, is there anyone..."

Xu Moshu closed his eyes. Now that he was a mountain god, he seemed to have no choice when encountering such a thing.

let's go!

When Xu Moshu walked over, he saw a hand firmly holding a corner of the cliff.

It looks like it fell down by accident.

With a wave of Xu Moshu's robe, the man at the bottom of the cliff came up immediately.

The little guy seemed to be only about ten years old, and he was born well, but his little face was covered with stains and a little bit of grass, making him a little embarrassed.

Lan Mi: "This little guy is the target of the attack, the host is very good at attacking!"

Xu Moshu: "...!"

He he he... His target is only ten years old? !

Is it this dirty and embarrassing little bun? !

This surprised me a lot.

"The host is big, even if the target is in his 20s, you are still several hundred years older than him, so don't worry about it! Besides, it's normal for boys in ancient times to grow up and get married very early!"

Xu Moshu nodded, squatted down, pinched the child's face, and asked, "What's your name, child? What are you doing here?"

"My name is Meng Zhe." Meng Zhe said, "I'm here to collect herbs."

"What are you doing collecting herbs?" Xu Moshu let go of his hand.

"Sell for money!" Meng Zhe felt a little regretful, and he sighed: "Just now I saw a very valuable herb on the cliff, but when I went to pick it, it almost fell, and now the herb has also fallen."

Xu Moshu asked suspiciously, "What herbs are you picking? Where are your parents?"

Although the ancient children were indeed precocious, but this is too precocious, right? !

He came out to gather medicine when he was only ten years old.

"My parents passed away." Meng Zhe's eyes suddenly became moist when he said this, and his voice was choked with sobs: "I died when I was born, and the villagers adopted me, but the villagers who adopted me for a year died before."

"So, I can only go up the mountain to collect herbs every day."

Xu Moshu didn't expect the target to be so miserable. He didn't know how to comfort him at this moment, so he could only pat his head.

But Meng Zhe's parents are not here, and now he has no one to rely on, so Xu Moshu just happens to be able to adopt him.

He simply said directly: "Actually, I am a mountain god, so I will adopt you."

"Ah?" The child in front of him was slightly taken aback, but although he was still young, he had seen the worldly ways: "No need, no need..."

He said carefully and word by word: "You are a good person."

Xu Moshu, who was suddenly issued a good person card: "...?" Meow?

Only then did he realize how ambiguous his words were.

mountain god?

In the age of feudal superstition in ancient times, gods were very powerful. If someone told him that he was a god, he would probably call him dead.

Are you crazy?

Xu Moshu said eagerly: "No, listen to my sophistry, bah, listen to me, I am really a mountain god."