"Father's words are quite right, and the child indeed has such an intention."
Chen Dewang wanted to drive Chen Mo away, but the latter would naturally not foolishly refuse. As the saying goes, a forced melon is not sweet; even if he manages to stay, he would be met with disdain.
Moreover, Chen Mo has already planned how to rescue Liu Wu Xin. Afterwards, they will live together, and it would be quite inconvenient for them to stay in the Chen family.
But this has nothing to do with Chen Mo's desire to create a couple's world with Liu Wu Xin, but rather, it stems from Chen Mo's wish to provide her with a home...
"Very good, before we set off, just tell your father what you want, and I will certainly agree to it if it can be done."
Chen Dewang spoke proudly, but when he emphasized the words "if it can be done," he was clearly reminding Chen Mo not to be too demanding.
"Son only needs one person."
Chen Mo also saw through his father's thinking and stepped down gracefully.
"Who?"
Chen Dewang frowned slightly and looked over to the side, towards Xu Cheng. Xu Cheng was somewhat confused. He indeed had the possibility of being selected, for he was indeed the most capable assistant to Chen Dewang.
"Second brother's bodyguard, Zhang Long."
This answer caused both Chen Dewang and Xu Cheng to be surprised.
Zhang Long is a ninth-grade martial artist and a low-ranking bodyguard in Chen's mansion. He is also the most distinctive person in Chen's family.
The guards of Chen Mansion all carry swords, but he alone wields a sword, not just any sword, but a peach-wood sword.
It is said that in his early years, he wielded a peach-wood sword and roamed the world, vowing to make a name for himself across the nine provinces. However, after experiencing the harshness of society, he eventually gave up.
A swordsman, too, needs to eat. Without money, he can't do anything and almost starved to death on the streets. Fortunately, Chen Mo's mother gave him a bowl of rice, which saved his life.
Later, Zhang Long settled down in the Chen mansion and became a low-ranking bodyguard there.
Zhang Long is quite strange. He doesn't use a sword, instead, he uses a wooden sword. Even though he has a iron sword, he doesn't use it.
The most important point is that he is a swordsman but only uses one move, and can only do one move.
After several years in the Chen mansion, he practiced that one move every day.
With a strange personality, taciturn, and not fond of speaking, Zhang Long was not well-liked by the people in the Chen mansion. However, because he is durable, he became the servant of the second son, Chen Guang, and is more like a human sandbag.
"Do you really mean you only want Zhang Long?"
Chen Dewang pondered for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence.
Chen Mo nodded slightly without hesitation.
Others may not know, but Chen Mo is well aware of Zhang Long's value.
Although Zhang Long is only a ninth-level martial artist, he was the only one who injured Ye Liangchen when he attacked.
Although it was just a flesh wound that would heal on its own in a moment, he was facing Version T1 of Ye Liangchen.
"If you have already made up your mind, then there's nothing else for me to say. However, when you are out of the house, it's not advisable to be without silver. Here's what I suggest: Later, I will have someone prepare some silver for you. As for a temporary place to stay... You can go to the wasteland outside the city, where there is a property owned by my Chen family."
Chen Dewang's intention was to tell Chen Mo to go wherever it's cool, and now that the latter agreed to leave, he was overjoyed.
Within just a little over ten minutes, Zhang Long was called to the main hall.
"Master, Third Master"
Zhang Long bowed and made a salute, respectfully said, and then immediately fell silent.
Chen Mo looked at Zhang Long for a moment. He had a slightly rugged square face, and two dark eye bags, making him look tired and haggard.
He wore a simple green robe, somewhat worn out but washed very clean, with a worn-out peach-wood sword hanging from his waist.
Whether it was because he had roamed the nine provinces in his youth and suffered harsh blows from society, Zhang Long was a man of few words, reclusive, and his eyes were dull, much like a piece of wood.
There are few people in the entire Chen Mansion who would want to approach him, and only Second Young Master Chen Guang does so. However, that fellow's purpose is quite simple - to have Zhang Long act as a human sandbag.
Unlike other guards who would complain bitterly when beaten, Zhang Long remains silent even when he gets hit, which wins over Chen Guang's favor.
"Zhang Long, Chen Mo is about to set out to make his own way in the world."
Chen Dewang picked up his teacup and lightly uttered a sentence.
Zhang Long's brow furrowed slightly, surprised to look at Chen Mo, but soon, he guessed what was going on.
It seems that the result of Chen Mo's spiritual meridian awakening has come out, and Chen Dewang is dissatisfied, so he plans to banish him.
"Since Third Young Master wants to leave, then I, Zhang Long, will also resign my position as a servant."
Zhang Long stayed in the Chen Mansion because of the saving grace bestowed by Chen Mo's mother. If he leaves, there is no reason for him to stay any longer.
"That won't do."
Chen Dewang put down his teacup and said lightly, "Before Chen Mo leaves, he took one person with him. If you resign, there will be no one by his side."
"Third Master, choose me?"
Zhang Long was somewhat surprised.
Chen Mo nodded slightly, "I am a wasteful spiritual meridian and may never be able to open the meridian and achieve enlightenment in this lifetime. If I go out to make a living, I fear I won't be able to survive without someone strong by my side. Zhang Long, are you willing to follow me?"
"I am willing, however..."
Although Zhang Long is usually taciturn, now he really has a lot of questions on his mind, and he needs to express them, "Why did Third Master choose me?"
Throughout the entire Chen family, there are many martial artists. Zhang Long is just a low-level servant who has reached the level of a ninth-level cultivator. Even if Chen Mo doesn't choose an able assistant like Xu Cheng, he should at least choose someone from the eighth level.
"Because you are powerful"
"Third Master is jesting, I am but an ordinary ninth-level martial artist."
Zhang Long raised his eyebrows, feeling that Chen Mo was only saying polite words.
"Zhang Long, don't underestimate yourself, misinterpret my words to obstruct wise counsel... cough... In my view, you are destined for great achievements in the future. Staying in Chen Mansion would only bury your talent."
Chen Mo looked serious. Although he is only a ninth-level cultivator, he was able to injure the T1 version of Ye Liangchen, albeit only a minor touch. This was enough to prove how high Zhang Long's talent is.
With time, his achievements might not be small.
However, in the eyes of Chen Dewang and Xu Cheng, Chen Mo's words were a joke.
If Zhang Long had talent, he wouldn't still be a ninth-level martial artist today, nor would he have wandered the nine provinces for so long and nearly ended up starving to death on the streets.
Although Chen Dewang is not a martial artist and has limited vision, Xu Cheng is a genuine master, and he can see that Zhang Long's potential is limited.
Zhang Long was slightly taken aback, and the dimness in his eyes suddenly shone with a trace of anomaly. From his youthful years of roaming the nine provinces, he had experienced countless setbacks. No one believed that he would have any achievements in the future.
Even he himself had fallen into deep self-doubt.
However, there is one person who believes in him unwaveringly, that is Chen Mo's mother, who was his savior.
Now there is another one…
