On the carriage, Bai Mengjin communicated with them.
"Control your cultivation and don't expose any flaws."
"There is only one Yuanying in the Mo family in Yongzhou, and he is in seclusion all year round. As long as we are careful, no one will expose him."
Ji Xingge promised: "Junior Sister Bai, don't worry, I will be careful."
The five people checked the details and made sure there were no problems, then stopped and watched the carriage drive into the Mo family mansion.
In the same city, the Mo family's style is much greater than that of the Bai family. As soon as their carriage arrived, the servants came over immediately and moved the threshold of the side door.
The carriage drove in. Inside, there were five steps, one floor, ten steps and one pavilion. The complex houses and luxurious architecture were no different than a mortal palace.
After passing through several more alleys, we finally stopped in front of a courtyard as big as a palace.
Manager He came over and led Bailixu out of the carriage: "Young Master, please!"
The foundation is built and the driving force is supported by the golden elixir. The specifications are not too high.
But there was no joy on Baili Xu's face, especially when he saw the man standing at the door of the yard.
With just one glance, Baili Xu was sure that this was his biological father.
This Young Master Mo Wu looks about in his early thirties, has a tall and straight figure, and has a charming temperament. He is much taller than the Young Master Mo Seven that he had seen before.
Baili Xu looks like his mother, but the charm between his eyebrows and eyes is almost exactly the same as his.
When he saw Baili Xu, he immediately smiled, the alienation in his eyes disappeared, and he even took the initiative to greet him: "Axu!"
Although they had never met before, the blood connection was really magical. He held Baili Xu's shoulders, looked at his eyebrows carefully, and showed an excited expression: "I finally meet you. I have thought about you as my father for more than thirty years, and finally Now I can see you. God will not give up, God will not give up!"
As he spoke, Mr. Mo Wu's eyes filled with tears and he looked at him over and over again: "Okay, okay! I knew my son was blessed. Look how good he looks! My father finally got his wish. There will be no regrets in dying."
These words were really serious, as if Baili Xu was really the beloved son he had been thinking about for decades, Baili Xu's eyes couldn't help but fluctuate.
He lowered his eyelids and raised his hand to salute: "Young Master Mo Wu."
Mr. Mo Wu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "It has been so many years since our father and son have reunited. It is too difficult for you to call me father directly. It's okay. You can call me whatever you like. Let's take our time."
As he said that, he looked at the other people who got off the carriage: "Are these A Xu's friends? It's really presumptuous to invite you here in the middle of the night. I hope you won't be offended."
He was so polite that the four of them couldn't help but Ling Bufei came forward and said, "Young Master Mo is polite. We have known each other for many years and we traveled together. It is not an exaggeration to say that we are life-and-death friends. Please come to us." Home, we should be together."
He vaguely revealed his intention to advance and retreat together with Baili Xu, as if a good friend was worried that the Mo family would be unfavorable to him, so he wanted to build up his momentum.
Young Master Mo smiled tolerantly, as if a father was pleased that his son had a close friend: "Okay! Okay! Since I'm here, let's play at Mo's house for a few days."
Then he turned his head and told Baili Xu, "Don't worry, Axu, your friend is a distinguished guest in our family, and he will be treated well."
Baili Xu was silent for a moment and saluted him: "Thank you very much."
Mr. Mo Wu was a little happy, but also a little disappointed, and ordered: "He is in charge, take a few friends to rest! Is the guest house ready? We must entertain them well, and we must not neglect them."
"Don't worry, sir." Manager He said with a smile, "My subordinates will receive you according to the highest standards, and I promise not to neglect you."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and said, "Invite some distinguished guests."
Ling Bufei didn't move: "What about Ah Xu?"
Without waiting for Mo Wu Gongzi to explain, Ji Xingge already said: "When father and son meet, they naturally have something to say. Okay, let's not disturb them. The Mo family is also a well-known top family, so they won't lie to us. A young monk, right?"
Ling Bufei glanced at Baili Xu and saw that he had no objection, so he responded carelessly: "Okay! Ah Xu, even if it's a little late,
You have to come back too! If you don't come back, we won't sleep. "
Baili Xu nodded gratefully: "Okay."
The four of them followed Guanshi He away. Young Master Mo Wu stretched out his hand and said, "Axu, come here, let us father and son have a few words."
Baili Xu was pulled into the hall by him, tea and snacks were put on the table, and the maids withdrew.
From the moment they met, Mr. Mo Wu's eyes never left his face. At this time, he sighed by the candlelight: "To be honest, after looking for so many years, I have almost given up on being a father. I really don't dare to think that I can be here today." !」
He slowly talked about what happened back then: "...Not long after I took your mother in, I took on an errand and went out. This errand was very troublesome and took eight years to be completed. Who knows that during this period, Not only was your mother kicked out, but you were also sold... I was so angry that I almost divorced your aunt, but my ancestor came forward later and I kept her because I couldn't save my face."
"Your uncle almost died in my hands, but thinking about it, he sold you because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to save you. I was the fault of all this, so he stopped in time. Axu, do you blame your father? If you were your father back then, If you hadn’t left, you wouldn’t have had to endure so much hardship.”
Baili Xu was silent for a long time and then said, "It's all over. I'm doing well now. I feel relieved when I see my mother being taken care of when I come back."
Young Master Mo Wu breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he made the right move.
He looked at Baili Xu in front of him and saw that his expression softened, so he asked tentatively: "Your uncle said that you entered a noble family as a servant, and then you were released and became a formal disciple. Is it true?"
Baili Xu nodded.
Young Master Mo Wu smiled and asked, "I wonder which aristocratic family they are from? I will thank them as a father later."
Baili Xu said calmly: "That family's surname is Jiang. It is a small and inconspicuous family, and there are not many people in the family."
"Oh." Mr. Mo Wu felt a little more relieved, "Then which disciple are you now? I think you... seem to be a sword cultivator?"
"Yes." Baili Xu said calmly, "I am in the Wuming Sword Sect. Our young master is the registered disciple of Shen Jianjun, and I also learn swordsmanship with him."
The Wuming Sword Sect has been gaining momentum in the past ten years and has produced a genius disciple, He Shuangchi. Shen Jianjun must be the head Shen Shang, a very strong swordsman. But as for registered disciples, many of them just have names, and I may not even remember them.
Young Master Mo's smile became even bigger: "So it's Lord Shen Jian, who can be regarded as the queen of a famous family. However, your young master is only a registered disciple. I guess you don't have a good teacher. Our Mo family has been attached to the Seven Star Sect for generations, and our ancestors are in the sect. There are some thin-faced people in the sect, how about you switch to the Seven-Star Sect? Then we can take care of you."
