Fengcheng Mo family.

In the courtyard.

"Shanhu, why did you come here to be your father today?"

Wearing a dark blue dress and a few silver threads could be seen on his hair, he slowly spoke at the plum tree in front of him. This person was Mo Wu's grandfather Mo Youwei, the only foundation-building cultivator in the Mo family, who is currently at the third level of foundation-building.

The middle-aged man who lowered his head slightly behind Mo Youwei was the current head of the Mo family, Mo Shanhu.

"I came to see my father today, mainly for Mo Wu's sake."

"Wu'er? What's wrong with him? Have you caused trouble again? Just solve it for him." Mo Youwei put his hands behind him and signaled that Mo Shanhu could just look for him for this matter and could just step down.

"No, I did not come for this matter, but for your attitude towards Mo Wu. I know that my father loves my younger brother very much, and Mo Wu is the only son left by his younger brother and sister. But have you ever thought that if you let Mo Wu continue like this, it will not only be harmful to Mo Wu, but also to our Mo family."

As the head of the Mo family, he often wiped the butt for some things that Mo Wu caused. Recently, some things that Mo Wu caused for no reason have exceeded his bottom line.

The bottom line of being indomitable to Mo.

"In Fengcheng, we can still deal with the aftermath of the matter Mo Wu caused, if we are in other cities..."

"No need to say anything." Mo Youwei turned around and interrupted Mo Shanhu's words, "Your little brother has never had a day of peace for the Mo family for the sake of the Mo family, and finally died in the beast tide for the family. What's wrong with me letting Wuer live happily every day? Besides, I know Wuer very well, he will not go to other places to cause trouble."

Mo Shanhu sighed helplessly in his heart. It was because of his father's spoiling that Mo Wu, the best seedling, was brought down.

If the length of the spiritual root reaches three inches, it will greatly increase the possibility of entering the foundation-building stage. Mo Wu's golden spiritual root is three inches per one. As long as he practices the golden technique and practices hard, the possibility of entering the foundation-building stage in his lifetime is as high as 30%.

Becoming a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage will have an additional life span of at least a hundred years.

If Mo Wu keeps going like this, Mo Shanhu believes that even if he enters the seventh level of Qi Refining, he is less than 10%.

"Father, I said, what if our Mo family is in trouble, what do you think the people in Fengcheng will treat Mo Wu?" Mo Shanhu gritted his teeth and finally said this sentence. There was a little curse of Mo Youwei's death in his words. "According to my understanding, the four small families in Fengcheng and the City Lord's Mansion are generally friendly to Mo."

"Father, think about it carefully. Since you love Mo Wu so much, you don't want this kind of thing to happen."

Mo Shanhu looked at Mo Youwei's eyes.

"As long as you are willing to let go, let me take care of Mo Wu. The child can at least allow Mo Wu to spend a hundred years, or even two hundred years!"

Mo Youwei was silent and said that the person who knows Mo Wu the best must be his grandfather in this world. In fact, he cannot guarantee whether Mo Wu will go to other cities to cause trouble.

Finally, he nodded.

"Okay, I won't ask about Wu'er's affairs first... But no matter what you ask Wu'er to do, he will be voluntarily and not force him. If Wu'er comes over and complains to me, you won't have to mention such things in the future."

"Yes, father."

This seemingly unreasonable condition, Mo Shanhu knew that this was his father's biggest concession.

Mo Shanhu left the courtyard, and Mo Youwei continued to look at the plum trees.

Mo Shanhu felt that this was the most difficult thing he had ever dealt with in the past thirty years.

If he forced himself, he would have a lot of means. If he couldn't force him, he would have no means.

To be honest, this is a headache.

In the end, he chose to find his daughter Mo Xinrong.

Among the Mo family, there are only two people who are fearful, one is Mo Shanhu, and the other is Mo Xinrong. Compared to himself, Mo Wu is more afraid of Mo Xinrong.

Mo Xinrong is half a year older than Mo Wu, and the longest golden spirit root is three inches and three inches, which is the well-deserved first in their generation. One of the most important reasons why Mo Wu is afraid of Mo Xinrong is that he was bullied by Mo Xinrong and complained to his grandfather Mo Youwei. It only has a little effect. Mo Youwei will only talk about Mo Xinrong gently.

If it weren't for these two people in the Mo family, Mo Wu would have been in a state of great success now.

At this time, Mo Xinrong's cultivation ended, and Mo Shanhu went directly to her residence.

"Father, why are you free to come to me today?" A tall woman with a nice face and tall figure showed a hint of surprise in her eyes when she saw her son Mo Shanhu.

"Tell me about your cousin." Mo Shanhu found a seat to sit down and directly got to the topic.

"Mo Wu?"

"Yes." Mo Shanhu lightly pointed his head, "In your generation, only you and your cousin have more than three inches of spiritual roots. Whether our Mo family can impact the eighth-grade cultivation family depends on you two. I believe you know how Mo Wu's personality is..."

Mo Shanhu briefly described his conversation with Mo Youwei, and Mo Xinrong listened carefully.

"Grandpa is also called letting go?" After hearing this, Mo Xinrong couldn't help but look at him.

"For your grandfather, your grandfather has made great concessions." Mo Shanhu looked at his daughter, "How about you be happy, are you sure to change Mo Wu?"

"I'll give it a try."

Mo Xinrong was not sure. When she thought of Mo Wu’s usual actions, to be honest, she had the urge to beat Mo Wuyi.

"Remember, don't force him to restrain your temper."

"Um."

When Mo Shanhu left, Mo Xinrong fell into thinking.

This is really a headache.

At this moment, Mo Wu was walking swaying in Fengcheng, afraid that people would not know his existence.

In the distance, a young man in luxurious clothes was stunned when he saw Mo Wu's body covered in blood, and then continued to move towards Mo Wu.

Behind the young man was two and a half monks' guards. He was the eldest son of the Zhang family in Fengcheng, Zhang Chunhui.

There are five cultivation families in Fengcheng, the Mo family, the ninth-grade cultivation families, and four cultivation families that are not included in the grade. Among the four cultivation families that are not included in the grade, the Zhang family ranks second in the strength.

When Zhang Chunhui saw Mo Wu, Mo Wu looked like he hadn't seen him on the surface, but in fact he had discovered it.

Qian Mo Wu's death, Zhang Chunhui from the Zhang family also participated, otherwise he would not have led Qian Mo Wu to the Qiling Mountains.
Chapter completed!