After returning, Mubai became even more silent. The hatred accumulated in his heart made him very tired, because he still did not have the ability to overthrow the four supreme beings.
I continued to practice like this for three days.
Mubai left Cangmeng's home in the early morning without saying goodbye.
Walking on the streets of the small town, I could no longer hear the original bursts of mocking laughter. At most, some people looked at Mu Bai curiously and whispered to others: "Isn't this Mu Wu's son?"
Due to the relatively remote geographical location and lack of information, people in the town had never heard of Mu Bai's deeds on the mainland, and they continued to live their lives peacefully as usual.
Unknowingly, he had arrived at the edge of the town, in front of the low stone house. The scene was dilapidated and still so dilapidated.
"Alas..." An old man with gray hair and beard walked up behind Mu Bai, looked at the stone house, and sighed with disappointment: "It's still like this every time I come here."
Mubai looked at the old man in surprise and asked, "Are you looking for my father?"
"Oh? You are the good-for-nothing son of the Mu family, right?" The old man glanced at Mu Bai and said with a smile: "The roof of my house is broken and there has been no way to repair it. Since you are the son of Mu Wu, you will always forge iron, right?
It's enough for me to make a few nails."
Mu Bai smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I don't know how to blacksmith."
The old man looked unhappy and said: "Your ancestors have been the only blacksmiths in the town for five generations. How come you can't even make nails? It's so disappointing. If my legs and feet were convenient, I would have gone to the city long ago."
I bought it from a blacksmith."
"I'm sorry." Mu Bai apologized.
"Forget it, I won't live long anyway. This house, just like people, will collapse on the day I die..." He muttered, and the old man's figure gradually disappeared in Mubai's sight.
Far.
As if something had been touched in his heart, Mu Bai walked directly to the front of the house, pushed open the two rickety doors, and started busy cleaning.
At noon, the house had been cleaned by Mu Bai. Mu Bai, who was covered in dust, walked to the threshold and sat down. He took a breath and seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.