met free Chapter 483 I'll grant your wish (9)
Chapter 483 I'll grant your wish (9)
Soon, only eight-year-old Mo Feng and a little girl named Mo Qiong remained standing at the gate; the others had already gone down the mountain together.
Mo Qiong is twelve years old this year. She was already sensible when she came up the mountain. She doesn't understand why her kind master drove them out.
Did they do something wrong? She will change. She doesn't want to go back down the mountain to work and then be sold into slavery by a wealthy family.
Mo Li began knocking on the door, "Master, we were wrong, we were really wrong."
Please don't abandon us, Master!
Mo Qiong: "Master, I was wrong." After saying that, she knelt on the ground.
If Mo Chou doesn't open the door, she will remain kneeling there.
Xiong Bufan was unaware of these things and was taking out seasonings, waiting in the kitchen to prepare a meal.
This little world is great in every way, except for the lack of seasonings. It's all coarse salt or salt cloth, so you can't make anything any better.
Aunt Tian stared wide-eyed at what Xiong Bufan had taken out.
Putting aside other bottles and jars, even just the refined salt is a rare and highly sought-after commodity.
It seems the sect leader has truly gained a lot from this trip.
Xiong Bufan stood guard by the stove, thought for a moment, and then took out the donkey that he hadn't finished eating earlier.
Now he doesn't have to cook for himself anymore. Looking at the steaming pot, Xiong Bufan felt a long-lost sense of happiness.
Uncle Fu had been observing Xiong Bufan's every move, and he always felt that his sect leader was being impersonated.
No matter how much a person changes, they won't change the small habits they've had for over a decade.
The old sect leader and his wife of Mo Shan Sect have already disappeared. If the sect leader is also in trouble, he will have no face to live on.
A hundred years later, he would have no face to follow the old sect leader and his wife.
The knocking on the door continued incessantly. After keeping watch in the kitchen for a while, Uncle Fu went to the front door.
Xiong Bufan sat by the stove, holding a bowl and eating the donkey meat that Aunt Tian had scooped out of the pot.
Wang Hui sat on the roof beam all night, not daring to move or make a sound, and not even daring to breathe too heavily.
Fortunately, the two left the inn as soon as it was light.
Wang Hui then climbed down from the roof beam, stretched her aching arms and numb feet, and walked out of the room.
Sunlight streamed into the inn, seemingly dispelling the evil of cannibalism.
Actually, opening an inn here would be quite nice, away from the conflicts of the martial arts world, and earning a living to support oneself.
But Wang Hui felt she didn't belong here; she deserved a wider world, and she wanted to find Mo Chou to take revenge and expose her true colors.
The inn has the carriage and horses that were purchased earlier, so Wang Hui no longer has to ride a donkey back, and the journey will be faster from now on.
Unfortunately, the inn was full of human flesh buns and human flesh, otherwise Wang Hui would have liked to take some dry food with her before leaving.
Before leaving, Wang Hui set fire to the inn.
Sin will perish in the flames, and goodness will take root here.
On the way back, Wang Hui pretended to be mute, not for any other reason than to avoid the disgusting thunder.
The next time they meet, she will make Mochou take that disgusting thing back.
Lai Cai hovered behind Wang Hui, hoping she would speak so it could strike her; otherwise, it could only strike her from the side.
After finishing his meal, Xiong Bufan lay back in his chair and looked through the manuals that the original owner had copied.
The Mo Family Saber Technique is a superior skill, but since martial artists prefer to use swords, there are not many disciples.
Kongkong: "Bufan, why don't you practice your swordsmanship? Maybe it will improve your health."
Make yourself feel better.
Xiong Bufan: "Let's do it in a couple of days. I need to get some rest."
"it is good"
Uncle Fu saw that the two little brats were crying pitifully and were kneeling there refusing to get up. He couldn't make a decision, so he could only ask Xiong Bufan.
"Sect Leader, Mo Feng and Mo Qiong are still kneeling at the door, look."
Xiong Bufan asked in confusion, "Who are Mo Feng and Mo Qiong?"
I don't support freeloaders.
Uncle Fu sensed that Xiong Bufan didn't want to find them, and respectfully replied, "Yes, Sect Leader."
In fact, Xiong Bufan had no idea who those two people were.
Mo Qiong and Mo Feng knelt at the door from afternoon until nightfall.
Xiong Bufan was either eating or sleeping, trying to make his body feel better.
When Aunt Tian heard the news from Uncle Fu, she couldn't bear to bring anything to visit them.
The children in the sect basically grew up eating her cooking, so they can be considered her half-children.
Aunt Tian felt a pang of sympathy looking at the two kneeling at the door, but since Xiong Bufan didn't give the order, she couldn't just let them in quietly.
She took some biscuits from her sleeve and gave them to the two of them. "Have something to eat, please."
Mo Feng took the pancake and wolfed it down. "Aunt Tian, what did my master say? Did my master send you?"
Mo Qiong wasn't as naive as Mo Feng. She tore off a small piece of the pancake and put it in her mouth. "Aunt Tian, has my master calmed down?"
Aunt Tian didn't know what to say. Looking up and seeing no other children, she asked, "Where are the others?"
Mo Feng said sullenly, "Aunt Tian, they've all gone down the mountain, saying they're going to make their way in the world."
Aunt Tian sighed. These children deserved to be kicked out; the world of martial arts isn't so easy to navigate.
"You all stay here for now. Your master is badly hurt. We'll make arrangements after she calms down."
"Yes."
After leaving the bread and water, Aunt Tian closed the door and went back inside.
She can't see the future of Mo Shan Sect now. Without disciples, the sect will decline sooner or later.
Mo Feng ate some pancakes and felt a bit stronger. He tried to stand up, but after kneeling for too long, he accidentally fell to the ground.
Mo Qiong still didn't stand up, but remained kneeling at the doorway. "Mo Feng, are you going down the mountain too?"
"I'm not going down the mountain. I want to practice martial arts so that my master can see my efforts."
"Then I'll practice too."
After getting up from the ground, the two resumed practicing martial arts, hoping that Xiong Bufan would see their efforts and forgive them.
Master Mochou loves watching them practice martial arts. She would be happy if they practiced all night.
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Xiong Bufan was fast asleep, appreciating her current environment immensely after enduring the hardships of the journey.
Kongkong looked at the task list with some worry. The task of making the sect famous seemed like an impossible task no matter how you looked at it.
Xiong Bufan's health was poor in the small world, and the longer he stayed, the longer he would suffer.
They felt as if they had entered a dead end.
The two little ginseng spirits were gesturing incessantly in the space, almost leaving afterimages; anyone who didn't know better would think they were cultivating.
Kongkong lifted the silencing spell on the two, and the two little ginseng spirits immediately started arguing.
The constant gesturing was an argument in sign language. Since there was no sound, I silenced the two little demons again to prevent their arguing from affecting my train of thought.