The night is as cool as water and the moon is as bright as silver.

In the quiet courtyard, the middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples and a nine-story building embroidered on the corner of his clothes looked at Li Mo like this, looking up and down, like a wanderer wandering the market, boredly observing the passers-by.

"Uncle Ma, you have guests here..."

"An old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time...just happened to be passing by..."

Uncle Ma sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the middle-aged man, sat down unsteadily, and seemed to have no intention of chasing Li Mo away.

"Since we have guests, I'll come back later."

Li Mo said and turned to leave.

"I have known Lao Ma for so many years, but I didn't know there was such a young man beside him..."

At this moment, the middle-aged man spoke: "I was thinking that if you banged one day, it would stink in the house and no one would notice it, and there would be no one to die after you..."

The man chuckled and joked, his words were very rude, but Uncle Ma didn't care at all.

"Yeah... I'm getting old, and I don't know when these bones will be buried deep in the loess..."

As he spoke, Uncle Ma looked at Li Mo faintly: "At my age, who else would guard an old guy like me and support him until the end of his life..."

"Uncle Ma, what are you talking about? I am still here..."

When Li Mo heard this, he was immediately unhappy.

Uncle Ma was silent for a moment and said nothing, but there was a strange look in his cloudy eyes.

"I will definitely take care of you till the end of my life... Don't tell me... I passed by [Is He Dead] two days ago, and I looked at the coffin... The base of iron peach wood, the big cover gilded with copper, thirty years

Anti-corrosion process...Order now and get a 30% discount..."

"If you still have friends who want to die together...the second monument is half price..."

"..."

When Uncle Ma heard this, he glanced unnaturally out of the corner of his eyes, and a cold light shone in his cloudy eyes.

"Haha... Lao Ma, the young man beside you is really filial... so filial..."

"Are you careless when riding a horse!?" Uncle Ma rolled his eyes.

At this point, he paused for a moment and then said: "If there ever comes a day, everything I have will be left to him..."

This simple sentence, I don’t know whether it was meant for Li Mo or the middle-aged man.

Gradually, the smile on the middle-aged man's face gradually faded, and his eyes looking at Li Mo became a little strange and solemn.

"Young man, your ancestral graves are really on fire... Lao Ma has accumulated a lot of wealth." The middle-aged man said with deep meaning.

"Uncle Ma? That pot of old soup!?" Li Mo said subconsciously.

"Lao Tang? Tu..." The middle-aged man seemed to hear something.

"I'll leave that to you too!"

Uncle Ma interrupted the middle-aged man before he could finish speaking.

"Uncle Ma, what's wrong with you today? You're a little frustrated when you talk..." Li Mo noticed something strange and couldn't help but say.

"Looking at your body, I don't know which of us will give it to the other."

"You brat." Uncle Ma glared at him fiercely: "He's getting more and more unruly."

"Young man, are you from the capital?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man waved and asked.

"Well, uncle...where are you from?" Li Mo nodded.

"My surname is Gong, and I come from the south."

The middle-aged man said casually: "How is the sycamore tree on Zhengyang Street doing? Speaking of which, I haven't been to Beijing for some years..."

As he spoke, a look of reminiscence appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"Zhengyang Street? You mean the sycamore tree in front of the prime minister's door?" Li Mo thought about it.

There is a sycamore tree in front of the gate of Zhao Wuzhou, the first minister of the dynasty and a veteran of the two dynasties. It is said that he planted it himself when he was the prime minister twenty years ago.

Some people say that Zhao Wuzhou received a Taoist's advice that if a parasol tree is planted in front of the door, a phoenix will surely come out of the door, and the mother will honor the world and spread its brilliance to future generations.

"The sycamore tree grew so luxuriantly, with a crown like a crown, that it became a scene in the capital." Li Mo asked casually.

"Hehe... The prime minister's door faces west. If there is no phoenix, only a chicken..." The middle-aged man grinned, but his words made Li Mo look strange.

"Um!?"

"Why are you talking nonsense when you're not even drunk?" Uncle Ma said calmly.

"Xiao Li, you can go back now and come over for soup tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Li Mo nodded and was about to leave.

"Young man, I heard that you raised a little fox..."

At this moment, the middle-aged uncle suddenly spoke.

"Yeah." Li Mo was stunned for a moment, thinking it was Uncle Ma who mentioned it.

"I have a pom-pom here. I made it myself. You can play with it. It's best for teasing the fox."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out a red pom-pom from his arms, which was knotted into flowers and gilded with silk thread. It was extremely exquisite.

Uncle Ma lowered his eyes and glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally.

"Uncle, did you make this?" Li Mo took the pompom and couldn't help showing a strange look.

A grown man has such skills!?

"A man... must have some hobbies... I like to do some work on weekdays, such as carpentry, stone carving, and female celebrities... I am good at some of them..."

The middle-aged man seemed rugged, masculine and powerful, but unexpectedly he was full of ingenuity.

"Of course, what I am best at is paper-cutting... If you are interested, I can teach you..."

"Let's change it to another day..."

Li Mo smiled awkwardly, but he was not interested in this aspect at all.

"That's such a shame."

"I would like to thank uncle on behalf of our fox."

As he spoke, Li Mo put the exquisite pom-pom into his arms and stood up to say goodbye.

At this moment, only the middle-aged uncle and Uncle Ma were left in the quiet little courtyard.

"Li Mo... This young man is also named Li... What is his origin that makes you want to leave everything to him!?"

Finally, the middle-aged uncle spoke.

"Gong Weisheng... I invited you here to repay a debt of gratitude, not to ask you to make blind inquiries..."

Uncle Ma murmured softly: "I'm old, I'm afraid I won't live long... What you owe me should still be with him."

"Are you really so decisive?" Gong Weisheng raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice.

"good……"

Uncle Ma slowly stood up and said with great determination.

"You know what this means!?"

"Know……"

Uncle Ma's eyes were focused like a thread, looking at the closed courtyard door.

"Next time he returns to Beijing, he will be the new cauldron master, and he will be among the nine great ones."

As he spoke, Uncle Ma grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and turned his head to look at the middle-aged uncle beside him.

"Whether he can achieve this kind of fortune depends on you."

"Old Ma, don't talk so eloquently...that is the tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou..." Gong Weisheng said calmly.

"Others can't do it, but you can...after all, you are the eight great demons in the world..."

"Master of the Pagoda!"

The indifferent voice is like a stream of autumn water, which melts in the moonlit night, ripples spread, and gradually fades into silence.

…

The following days were uneventful.

In addition to practicing and comprehending the [Holy Embryo Realm], Li Mo drank soup every day and occasionally went to the Yamen to take care of things.

Uncle Ma settled down and had no intention of leaving the hospital again. As for the middle-aged uncle named Gong, Li Mo never saw him again after that night.

In addition, after Xie Pipa and Xia Chanming left, there was no news for several days.
To be continued...