The four-piece courtyard of the Chen family has been abandoned for several years. Chen Dewang lacks the courage to come, and the two brothers of the Chen family are busy supporting destitute women and do not return.
At this time, no one should come over. Chen Mo is worried that there might be an accident, so he calls on Zhang Long and they plan to go inside together.
Li Wuxin finally found someone who accepted him. He heard that Chen Mo would leave him and couldn't help but grip his collar tightly out of nervousness.
"Relax, I'll go in and take a look. I'll be back to get you soon."
Chen Mo smiled and rubbed his hair gently, then turned to the nearby young girl and the little bean, "Don't run around here, stay put."
Li Wuxin glanced at Chen Mo's serious expression and then nodded obediently, releasing his grip on the hem.
Chen Mo called out to Zhao Long, walking slowly along the newly opened path, while the latter held a peach wood sword, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
Compared to Zhang Long, a warrior, Chen Mo is just an ordinary person and feels more nervous. He tightens the handle of the long knife he just picked up and walks step by step forward.
The weeds in front of the four-compartment courtyard have been cleared, and even the gate is clean and tidy.
The gate is open, and the inside is fully visible. An elderly man dressed in plain clothes is sweeping the ground with a broom.
The familiar figure made Chen Mo pause for a moment. He tentatively called out, "Fortune Uncle?"
As the words fell, the old man sweeping the floor gently looked up. Upon seeing Chen Mo and Zhang Long, a hint of joy appeared on his face, and he hurriedly walked towards them.
"Third Lord, you've finally returned. I heard that the head of the family was going to banish you, so I inquired about your place of residence from Master Xu and rushed here... seeing that you haven't arrived yet, I helped tidy things up first, so that you can rest tonight."
Fortune Uncle held the broom in one hand and chatted away at Chen Mo's front, just like an old villager who had seen his grandson back from the city.
Fortune Uncle's real name is Lin Fu. He is a steward of the Chen family, who has served diligently in the Chen household for over forty years. He is an amicable old man.
It is said that he also has a bit of blood relationship with Chen Mo's mother. When Chen Mo's mother was still a servant, Fortune Uncle took good care of her and treated her like his own child.
Later, Chen Mo's mother became Chen Dewang's concubine. Grateful for Fortune Uncle's kindness, she asked him to take care of Chen Mo's daily life.
It can be said that Chen Mo was raised by Fortune Uncle.
"Fortune Uncle, you're getting old, why do you still make so much trouble?"
Chen Mo was somewhat helpless.
"Are you dissatisfied with my age, refusing to let me do anything? I heard that when you were asking for permission from the head of the family, you only asked for Zhang Long..."
Fortune Uncle threw down the broom and said angrily, "I have been taking care of you since I was young, but you chose Zhang Long instead of me. You have no heart... Do you remember when you were nine years old and wet the bed..."
"Ah ah ah, Uncle Fu, Uncle Fu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Chen Mo quickly raised his hand to stop Fortune Uncle from revealing his old secrets.
Zhang Long was a man without feelings, but when he heard that Chen Mo wet the bed at the age of nine, he couldn't help but 'puff' a laugh, but soon he stifled it.
I am professional; I won't laugh even if it's very funny... unless I can't help it.
"Fortune Uncle, I'm not saying I don't want you to come with me. It's just that my father kicked me out of the house, and I had to travel alone. You are an elderly person; it would be hard for you to follow me."
Chen Mo spoke earnestly, hoping that Fortune Uncle, who had cared for his mother and then him, would not follow him at this age.
Fortune Uncle shook his head and smiled, "I've been running around all my life, running around with the Chen family, and running around with your mother as well. You grew up under my eyes. Running around for you for these few years left isn't a big deal."
"Damn it, don't exaggerate, Fortune Uncle. You can still live for a long time. Moreover, you and I are different. You have a spiritual vein as well. Once you become a martial artist and open your spiritual vein, you can also live for several decades."
Fortune Uncle was already in his fifties, but with his natural talent, he was different from Chen Mo. He had spiritual veins, but early in life, the family was poor and he couldn't afford to open his spiritual vein and become a martial artist. By the time he had enough money in hand, he was already in his fifties.
It's much harder to open one's spiritual vein and enter the path of martial arts at this age than when one is in their teens. Fortune Uncle has come to terms with this and given up.
"Everything is destined, some things are meant to be, while others are not. One should not force what is not destined."
Since it's already missed, leading a quiet life is not bad.
Being someone who has one foot in the grave, it's not that big of a deal to achieve much by opening one's spiritual vein at this age. It's better to accompany the younger generation well and live out the rest of one's life.
After confirming that the house was safe, Chen Mo turned around to call the three girls of Li Wu Xin over.
Although Li Wu Xin will become the tyrant empress of the demon cult that terrifies the nine states in a few hundred years, she is still a green and innocent young girl at this time.
One could even say she's somewhat shy.
She was shy and lowered her head when she saw Zhang Long on the horse earlier, saying nothing. Now seeing an additional Uncle Fu, she hid behind Chen Mo and clutched at his robe with her small hands.
The little bean also tugged at Chen Mo's robe, but unlike Li Wu Xin, she didn't shrink back behind Chen Mo in fear and avoid others. Instead, she looked curiously at the two adults in front of her.
As for the disfigured girl, she had a calm expression on her face.
"Third Lord also brought a friend?"
Fortune Uncle smiled slightly, like a kind old grandfather, examining the three girls closely.
"Mmm"
Chen Mo nodded slightly, and then introduced Li Wu Xin. The latter was somewhat shy but since she had already said so much, she didn't want to continue hiding, so she took small steps forward to show her face, and then shyly hid back again.
"And these two..."
Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment. The little bean and the disfigured girl were just incidentally saved by him, and he really didn't know their names.
The disfigured girl noticed Chen Mo's embarrassment and spoke first, "My name is Su Yuomo."
The little bean tugged at Chen Mo's robe and looked up with a cute expression, "Brother, I don't have a name, but they all call me Little Bean. You can call me Little Bean too."
"Okay, Little Bean"
Chen Mo caressed Little Bean's head affectionately and couldn't help but feel some sympathy in his heart. At the age of six or seven, without a name, she must have been an orphan abandoned early on. Now that she has grown up a bit more, she has become a furnace for others to refine demons. I wonder how much pain she has suffered along the way.
Feeling the warmth from Chen Mo's large hand, Little Bean's pair of naive eyes suddenly sparkled with a trace of brilliance, twinkling back and forth as if she had discovered a new world.
She looked at Li Wu Xin beside her with an open mouth. No wonder she was so comfortable just now, being caressed on the head by her brother is so comfortable...
Feeling the intense gaze from Little Bean, Li Wu Xin felt embarrassed and turned her head. But she suddenly collided with an elderly man who had silently come to her side. The old eyes were even more passionate...
