Shortly after this incident happened, Zhang Dahu was heard from the news. Hu Mo was worried that Zhang Dahu would blame him and punish him, but the situation was completely opposite. Not only did Zhang Dahu not blame him, he praised him happily, and praised him very happily, which surprised Hu Mo.

Sun Xing was also officially allowed to live in thatched huts, and Zhang Dahu continued to ask that anyone who came to harass Hu Mo and the others would be against him. In this way, Hu Mo and the others would definitely have a lot of stability in the future.

The hunting days were also settled. Just two days later, Hu Mo and Sun Xing were extremely excited. This was the common wish of the two of them.

Hu Mo did not tell Zhang Dahu about the old beggar, and Sun Xing also swore to keep his mouth shut with Hu Mo's warning. Of course, I don't know if Sun Xing's big mouth can hold it.

Hu Mo was very eager to find the old beggar. He had a strong feeling that this old beggar would definitely help him a lot, especially to help him analyze the dreams he often had and the scenes that suddenly appeared in his mind.

With this strong hope, the third update came very quickly. Sun Xing slept like a dead pig, and he was afraid that even thunder would not wake him up. The thatched hut was not far from the small bamboo forest. In just a few minutes, he had reached the edge of the small bamboo forest, and it was black inside, giving people an extremely gloomy feeling.

Hu Mo stood there, and without thinking, rushed in. He could feel a finger in the dark, directing himself forward.

After entering the small bamboo forest, the darkness around him made him a little difficult to move. He regretted that he didn't bring a torch when he went out.

Suddenly, a whisper came from his feet, as if he had stepped on a stick. His body staggered and immediately fell to the ground, almost inserted into a broken bamboo, making it a chrysanthemum.

"Which little guy doesn't have eyes when he walks, I want to step on me to death!" A familiar voice suddenly sounded, which made Hu Mo feel happy. This old beggar is indeed here.

"Old man, it's me. I'll come to you as you ordered. Where are you?" I couldn't see my five fingers here, and Hu Mo really couldn't see his real place.

"Where am I? You step on my legs and ask me where I am. You want to piss me to death!" The old beggar's voice was a little sad. Hu Mo was shocked and immediately flashed to the side. It turned out that he was not stepping on bamboo.

"Sorry, old man, it's too dark here, I didn't see it." Hu Mo quickly apologized. It was really unreasonable to guess an old beggar in a dark way.

"Black, I don't know how to bring a torch? What a stupid boy!" The old beggar snorted angrily. Hu Mo only saw a flash of sparks in front of him, and a half-person-high bonfire appeared in front of him. It appeared too suddenly, which scared Hu Mo.

The old beggar was still dressed in the same outfit, ragged clothes and extremely sloppy. He was surrounded by animals' corpses, and half a wild boar was placed there, and it seemed that he had been slaughtered for a while.

Hu Mo looked at these in surprise and thought to himself: "This person's appetite is a bit exaggerated. If a person eats half a wild boar, a big man will be like this."

The old beggar rubbed his legs, looked at Hu Mo with a smile, picked up a broken bamboo and gently stroked it on the wild boar meat. In Hu Mo's surprised gaze, the broken bamboo was inserted into the thick flesh of the wild boar like a blade, and then penetrated deep into the bone. Then, with a light stroke, a pig's leg was cut off like this.

He took another pointed bamboo, put the pig's legs through, and then roasted them on the fire. The movement was quite skillful. Hu Mo did not disturb him, but just watched his every move silently. The pig's legs sizzled on the bonfire, and soon they were roasted golden. Drops of fat dripped from the pig's legs, and a rich meat fragrance immediately enveloped the area.

The old beggar opened the cloth bag and sprinkled some salt and an inexplicable powder. Soon, the meat fragrance became more intense, and Hu Mo's appetite was immediately aroused.

"Little guy, be greedy. My old beggar's craftsmanship is not that simple. I'm afraid even the emperor doesn't want to do it after taking a bite. My favorite thing about the old beggar is to eat. No matter how much you eat, you won't be full, haha..." The old beggar said as he used the broken bamboo to cut a piece of pork, and his mouth was filled with oil.

Hu Mo didn't say anything, just watched the old beggar eat meat selflessly. As he looked, his stomach suddenly became hungry.

"Little guy, why are you looking for me old beggar? You just eat some bacon, so you need to come to settle the score." The old beggar burped and asked in confusion.

Humo was stunned. The old beggar suddenly used this trick, which made him a little difficult to resist. He smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "Old man, you asked me to come to you."

"I asked you to come to me? Why don't I remember?" The old beggar scratched his head, and the oil on his hand applied to his hair, and his originally dirty hair became even dirtier.

Hu Mo smiled even more bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Since you said that, please forgive me for offending you. You will leave now."

As he spoke, he got up and prepared to leave. As soon as he stood up, the old beggar suddenly smiled and said, "Little guy, have you really heard me say this? Haha, that's the transmission of Xuanli. How can you, an ordinary person, hear it?"

Hu Mo's steps suddenly stopped, stopped there, slowly turned around, just facing the smiling face of the old beggar.

"I can really hear it, otherwise how could I come here at this time? Old man, I have many doubts to ask you, please answer me." Hu Mo's tone was very serious, and he quickly walked to the old beggar.

"Give it, how do you live your daily life?" The old beggar handed him the pig's legs, but he was bitten into a mess.

Hu Mo didn't care, so he took it and ate it a few bites. The taste was indeed very hard to imagine.

The old beggar looked at him very kindly, as if he was looking at his children and grandchildren. Slowly, he placed his hand on Hu Mo's heavenly spirit. While rubbing, he inputted a mysterious force into Hu Mo's body, and carefully wandered through the narrow and blocked meridians in Hu Mo's body.

Humo could clearly feel a heat flow swimming in his body, and the feeling made him moan comfortably.

"The meridians are blocked, the soul is weak, and the death energy is stagnant. It is really strange that this kind of physique can live so big." The old beggar thought to himself, with a kind smile on his face.

"If you want to ask any questions, ask. The old beggar will have a good meal and feel good. If you beg me to be your master now, I'm afraid I will agree." The old beggar said with a smile, slowly raised his hand, and took the opportunity to retract the mysterious power.

But just as he was collecting, he suddenly discovered something very strange. The mysterious power was consumed one-third of the original land when passing through Hu Mo's dantian. When he went up from the Du meridian, it disappeared one-third. Finally, it reached the Tianling, and the remaining one-third completely disappeared.

"It's true that something strange!" The old beggar thought to himself, and grabbed Hu Mo's wrist. Hu Mo was caught by him instinctively wanted to break free. At this time, a very powerful force erupted from his body, catching the old beggar off guard and flew backwards.

"This is... the power of heaven!" the old beggar shouted loudly, a trace of blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

He kicked hard, and returned with the rebound power of the bamboo, grabbing Hu Mo's body that was thrown away. Hu Mo's mind was blurred, and those blurry pictures flashed in his mind like a lantern. He heard calls, but the calls were so blurry, and his head was getting more and more painful, as if it was about to explode!

"The power of Xuanming, the aura of Xuande, the spirit of Xuande, and the meaning of the Three Mysteries, seal!" The old beggar's expression was solemn, and he pointed at Hu Mo's eyebrows. Hu Mo's headache slowly disappeared, his mind gradually became drowsy, and he fell asleep in the arms of the old beggar.

The old beggar flew back, sat by the bonfire, put Hu Mo's body on the ground, and quickly lit the acupoints of Hu Mo's body with both hands. A powerful wave of mysterious power emanated from his body, shaking the bamboos in the entire bamboo forest for a sound of slapping, and some of the bamboos even turned into powder and disappeared.

After a long time, when the old beggar finished everything, he fell into deep thought and muttered to himself: "The breath of life and death in this little guy's body is equally divided. It's not simply a disease that has been plagued by all kinds of diseases. Maybe they have died once. Is it true that they have died once and have been resurrected from the dead? This is not impossible. If it is a peak Xuansheng strong man, he can use the power of communication and use his ordinary cultivation as a sacrifice. However, who would have spent so much effort to do such a thing? And the power of heaven, how could this little guy have? Alas, I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying, I'm so annoying, I'm so impatient. Forget it, seal his power first and wait and see what happens."
Chapter completed!