It has been five days since he went up the mountain with Daniu to deliver clothes to the Mo family. For five days, Mr. Fang has not shown up. For some reason, Mo Ran has been in a state of uneasy. On the evening of that day, Mo Ran was meditating in the house when he suddenly heard the sound of the gate of the courtyard sounding outside.

"Old man?" He stopped practicing and Mo Ran asked tentatively.

"Yeah, it's me." Old Fang's voice came into the house, and there seemed to be a hint of fatigue in his words.

"Come back?"

"Here I'm back."

Listening to Mr. Fang’s answer, Mo Ran suddenly felt something was wrong. Mr. Fang had never been like today. Although it felt something was wrong, Mo Ran had lived in his previous life for more than 20 years, plus the ten years of this life, and more than 30 years of experience in dealing with the world could not make him mess up.

"Is there something wrong?"

“There’s something to do.”

"Tell me." After patting my forehead, Mo Ran suddenly felt very bored.

"I'm leaving!"

"You just came back."

"But we still have to leave."

"What should I do?"

"You've grown up."

"I'm only ten years old."

Hearing that Mo Ran's tone did not show the astonishment and helplessness he should have, Fang Lao couldn't help but be stunned. Suddenly, he felt that the little boy who had lived with him for eight years was a little strange. He calmed down and asked with a wry smile: "What do you know?"

"I don't know anything." Mo Ran's answer was still so stiff.

"I only know that you were not you in the past few years. Now you are the real you." Mo Ran continued.

Old Fang sighed, sat by the bed, looking at Mo Ran, with a hint of care and reluctance in his eyes.

The two of them sat face to face for a cup of tea, and Fang Laocai said helplessly: "Are you waiting for my explanation?"

Mo Ran didn't say anything, just nodded.

"But I can't give you the explanation you want."

"When will you leave?" Mo Ran knew that even if he continued to ask, the other party would not tell him.

"The day after tomorrow." After saying that, Old Fang stood up and walked towards his room.

Mo Ran didn't say anything, nor did he follow him. At this time, whether it was Mo Ran or Mr. Fang, as long as one of his side said another word, Mo Ran would definitely go wild and would ask Mr. Fang what he wanted to know, but this result did not happen in the end. The two of them chose to remain silent with a tacit understanding.

The next day, very early, Mo Ran did not go up the mountain to chop firewood, but went to the mountains to pick up some wild game. Then, he went to Uncle Wang's house in the west of the village, and coaxed and deceived him to get the good wine that he had treasured for several years.

When he returned home, Mr. Fang was no longer in the house. Mo Ran didn't think too much. With Mo Ran's experience and mind, he naturally knew that Mr. Fang might have something to do when he came back this time. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to leave only a note to remind him to practice martial arts when he left last time.

"We're finally leaving." Mo Ran murmured.

Walk into the kitchen, clean up the game you have made, steam what you can, cook what you can, and then bake some. Everything is ready, put a small wooden table in the middle of the yard, arrange the prepared dishes, and of course, there are the good wines you have "scam" and just sit there, waiting for Mr. Fang to come back.

Not long after, Old Fang appeared in front of him, approached Mo Ran, and sat directly opposite Mo Ran.

Seeing that Fang Lao sat down, Mo Ran got up and picked up the wine pot, poured a glass for Fang Lao, and then poured another glass for himself. After pouring it, he sat down, picked up his glass with both hands, held it in front of him and said, "This is my first time drinking." After that, he raised his head and drank it all.

Looking at Mo Ran's actions, Old Fang's eyes were a little wet, he nodded, and raised the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one go.

After drinking six or seven cups of each one, Mo Ran felt the atmosphere a little depressed, put down the wine jar in his hand and asked, "You really have the surname Fang?"

As if he hadn't heard Mo Ran's words, Old Fang did not answer. He drank the wine in his glass and looked at Mo Ran and said, "The Brave Continent is very big."

Mo Ran did not interrupt Mr. Fang, but just looked at Mr. Fang, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"The Brave Continent is very big, not only five empires, but also many small priests, the mysterious Tanas Desert in the north of the continent, the barren land of the border in the south, the nomadic people in the western grassland, and the vast sea in the east. According to legend, there are many mysterious places that people do not know about."

Listening to Mr. Fang's words that were well-known, Mo Ran was finally slightly moved. He had not been in this world for a long time. He thought that the brave continent to which the five empires belonged was already very large. Unexpectedly, there was a broader world in the four directions of southeast, west and north, and there were even places where Mr. Fang didn't know it.

"The Feiyun Empire is just one of the five great empires. It is not as big or as strong as you imagined. Even so, there are still countless masters in the empire, and the forces of various families and sects are complicated."

Fang Laodong said one by one, irrelevant. But Mo Ran still listened carefully, without any intention of interrupting him.

"Don't mess with others easily, it's meaningful to live."

"I've been talking for a long time, just to lay the groundwork for this sentence? You should know that I'm not a reckless person." Mo Ran smiled after taking the words of Mr. Fang.

Old Fang nodded, stood up and walked back a few steps back, and stood still. He turned around and suddenly, Mo Ran saw a green light burst out from his eyes, and his momentum also surged. A green air flow surged out from his palms and leaned against his palms. Then Old Fang's body began to flash.

"One unique"

"Wind of the Wind"

"Fallen leaves return to the wind"

...

Each move and every move can drive the airflow in the air, making a "woo~woo~" sound that breaks through the air. Old Fang seemed to be a whole with the green grass on the ground and the trees behind him. His body movements were elegant and his movements were gentle, but Mo Ran did not doubt the power it produced.

Mo Ran knew that this was "Aoiu Fist". Although the old man did not teach him all the boxing techniques, he read them many times from the martial arts given to him. It was just that he could not practice because he did not have the support of his internal energy.

After a set of "Qingmu Fist", Mr. Fang did not feel tired at all. He sat back on his original position and poured a glass of wine and drank it.

Mo Ran looked at Old Fang and asked, "What level are you?"

"Level 5 Martial Artist." Old Fang responded calmly.

"Oh." Mo Ran's face did not have the surprise that should have appeared, but just muttered faintly.

Old Fang secretly glanced at Mo Ran, and saw the calm and indifferent young man, a trace of surprise finally appeared on his face.

"It was beyond my expectations to see your expression. It's hard for me to imagine that you are only ten years old." Fang Lao smiled.

"You don't look like an old man in your seventies when you punch." He used his way to do it and gave it to him.

“Haha~~”

“Haha~~”

After Mo Ran said that, the old and the young laughed at the same time.

After laughing, the courtyard returned to peace. At this time, the sun was about to set.

Old Fang reached out his hand, wiping the ring on his finger, and several objects appeared on the table. "Leave these for you. If you can use them, use them. If you don't use them, just treat them as a memory."

"The one in this bottle is called Luji Medicinal Liquid. You have used it. Don't look at me. These bottles are left, which are very expensive."

"This bottle contains "Air Recovery Pill", which contains three, but I think you shouldn't use it." Looking at Mo Ran, Fang Lao sighed, and a hint of regret appeared on his face. Then Fang Lao picked up a dark green sign and handed it to Mo Ran. The sign was very ordinary, but there was a black "bird" engraved on it.

"What's the use of this?" Mo Ran asked suddenly.

"After I leave, if there is anything that cannot be solved, go to Renhou Antique Store in Ziyun City to find a person named Fang Tang, and he will help you." Old Fang replied seriously.

Without being polite to Mr. Fang, Mo Ran took the thing and stuffed it into his pocket. Mr. Fang looked at Mo Ran silently, took out another 10 gold coins and threw it to Mo Ran, and said, "Okay, save some flowers, it's enough for you to spend many years. When you grow up a little longer, go to the city to find a job."

The currency of the Yongwu Continent is divided into four types: crystal coins, gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins. The denominations of the four currencies are different, and the exchange ratio is: 1:100, 1 crystal coins = 100 gold coins, 1 gold coins = 100 silver coins, and 1 silver coins = 100 copper coins. The annual living expenses of ordinary people are about 50 silver coins. Therefore, it seems that the number of 10 gold coins given by Mr. Fang is very small, but in fact, it is already a considerable wealth for farmers in this small mountain village.

Looking at the golden coins in his hand, Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "You old guy, I haven't seen you take out these ones and half of them in so many years. It turns out that you are quite rich, are you really playing tricks on me with sincerity?"

"It is a virtue to be diligent and thrifty. I'll give it to you earlier? You'll become those prodigal sons in the city."

"Okay, I'm leaving. I hope I can see you again in my lifetime." With a hint of loneliness in my words, Mr. Fang walked out.

At this moment, Mo Ran suddenly couldn't suppress the reluctance in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly: "Isn't it tomorrow?"

“Is there any difference?”

Mo Ran smiled bitterly: "There is indeed no difference. Then, take care of yourself, grandpa."

Hearing this claim, Mr. Fang was shocked suddenly, stopped, turned his back to Mo Ran, and his voice choked, "Take care too."

After saying that, Old Fang walked out of Jueran's yard. Mo Ran didn't say anything, trying his best to control himself not to cry. He looked at the old man's back silently, tears were still rolling in his eyes.
Chapter completed!