Helping the two little guys pack everything up. When Mo He and his parents were about to leave, the two little guys seemed to realize that they would stay away from their parents in the future, so they couldn't help but hug their parents' legs and started crying.

"Qing'er, Liu'er!" Mo He's mother couldn't help but hug them and shed tears when she saw the two children crying sadly.

"Hey, kid, what are you doing? Stop crying. Come to Baijia School to study. This is a good thing. Why are you crying?" Mo Dashan was also a little reluctant, but looking at the gentleman standing beside him, Mo Dashan was worried that their crying might cause displeasure to the college teacher, so he hurriedly spoke.

Mo He, who was beside him, smiled at the gentleman, and the other party also responded with a smile to express his understanding. Most of the students who entered the Baijia Academy were young and would inevitably cry when they were sent by their families. He was already used to these things, and even this was how he came here himself.

However, younger children are also more malleable. After staying in school for a while, they will quickly adapt to it and grow up quickly.

After leaving the school, Mo He's mother turned around frequently while walking, until she was far away from the entrance of the school and could no longer see the place, and it was still the case.

Mo He originally planned to take his parents to stroll around Yuhe Mansion, but seeing that they were feeling a little depressed, Mo He temporarily suppressed this plan and took his parents back to the inn and asked them to take a break first.

"Dad, mom, don't worry too much. I will come to see Qing'er and Liu'er often in the future. I won't let them have anything to do in school. Don't worry. Let's take a break at the inn this morning. I'll go out to visit a senior and come back in the afternoon. I'll take you around. Then we'll go back tomorrow and see Qing'er and Liu'er before we go back!" Mo He said to the two of them when he sent his parents back to the room.

Mo Dashan nodded and said, "He'er, if you have something to do, go and do it. Your mother and I will be waiting for you in the inn, don't worry about us!"

Mo He settled the two of them, left the inn and went to Master Yuan’s place in Yuhe Mansion.

Last time, I was rescued by Priest Yuan, and I gave all my own things to me without any greed. Now I have come to Yuhe Mansion and should come to visit me.

When he arrived at Master Yuan’s residence, Mo He stepped forward and knocked on the door gently. Soon a man walked out. At a young age, his face was filled with sadness that was so strong that it could not be melted. It was Master Yuan’s disciple Wuyou.

"Fellow Daoist Wuyou, we're meeting again!" Mo He said with a smile at him.

When Wuyou saw Mo He, he raised his hand and bowed, and spoke in a plain tone: "So it's Master Mo!"

Mo He looked at Wuyou and heard his plain tone again. He suddenly felt that the conversation between the two of them was just a simple greeting, and there seemed to be an atmosphere of sadness.

"Last time, thanks to Senior Yuan's rescue, I happened to come to Yuhe Mansion today, so I came to pay my respects!" Mo He continued.

"Oh, the master is inside, I'll report it!" Wuyou still had that tone, and after saying that, he turned around and went in.

Mo He stood there, looking at Wuyou's back as he left, Mo He suddenly frowned.

"It's strange. It seems that every time I see him, my emotions will be affected unconsciously!" Mo He thought to himself.

He didn't meet Wuyou many times. Even though he had been recuperating with Master Yuan for a few days, and the time before leaving, he met no more than five fingers in total. However, every time he saw Wuyou, Mo He felt that he would be unconsciously affected and felt a little sadness.

However, this feeling is not strong, and the impact on Mo He is very small. The practitioner himself is strong in his mind. In addition, Mo He is protected by the innate spiritual light, so the impact is even weaker.

But even in this case, there will still be a little impact. It would be fine if it was just the first time we met, but after meeting each other several times, this feeling has always existed, which is probably a little problem.

While thinking in my heart, I saw Wuyou walk out again, bow to Mo He and said, "Master let you in!"

"Oh, thank you fellow Taoist Wuyou!" Mo He nodded immediately and walked in.

Wuyou followed Mo He. At this distance, Mo He carefully sensed and really discovered some weirdness.

"Wuyou's body is always emitting a sad mood, completely full of the power of emotions." Mo He thought of the practice method of the Hongwen family of Baijiajia. They can make poetry and verses show various powers, and to some extent rely on their own emotions.

The sadness of the romance poems in spring and autumn, the generosity of the landscape poems, and the golden swords and iron horses in the frontier poems. The emotions contained in them are different, and the ways of showing their power are also different. Just like when I was watching the green plum blossoms on the Moon Mountain, this not-so-excellent limerick poem also fits the scene at that time, making the two green plum fruit trees more magical.

"I have met Senior Yuan, thanks to the last time I helped me. I am just free to come to Yuhe Mansion today, so I came to visit me!" Wuyou and Mo He soon met Master Yuan, and Mo He immediately stepped forward to pay a visit.

I don’t know if it was my own illusion, but Mo He always felt that the face of Taoist Yuan in front of him seemed to have become older than the last time he saw him.

"Fellow Daoist Mo is polite. I said it last time. I just asked you to take it back for a few days. There is no need to worry about it." Master Yuan looked at Mo He and said with a smile on his face.

Most people will have a good impression of those who know how to be grateful, and Taoist Yuan is no exception.

"Seniors are just a simple task, but they are a life-saving kindness to me. Naturally, I dare not forget it!" Mo He replied with a smile.

After hearing this, Master Yuan did not continue to worry about this topic. After talking to Mo He for a few casual words, there was nothing to communicate with.

Speaking of which, Mo He is not familiar with Taoist Priest Yuan. In addition to getting help from others last time, he met twice before and had a familiar face with each other. When he saw that there was nothing to talk about, Mo He was very eye-catching and prepared to say goodbye and leave.

It was still Master Yuan’s disciple Wuyou who sent Mo He out the door, then greeted Mo He, then turned around and walked in.

Mo He left Principal Yuan's residence, but he kept thinking about Wuyou in his mind. Where did he get so much sadness at such a young age, and even his emotions can affect his surroundings.

However, when I thought about it, Mo He shook his head gently. No matter what happened, it had nothing to do with him, and there was no need to study it in depth, and he did not have the qualification to study it in depth.

After Mo He left, Wuyou turned around and returned to his room in the residence of Master Yuan, sat next to the mirror in the room, and began to imitate his expression, constantly trying to make a smile.

But no matter how he did, the face in the mirror was always so sad.

Gradually, Wuyou gave up this futile behavior and reached out to hold the mirror on the table. With this action, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared in his mind, followed by a burst of sad pain, which made him feel a little cramped in his heart. He couldn't help but fall to the ground in pain, covering his chest tightly with his hands, and his small body curled up together, trembling constantly.

In another room in the yard, Master Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of unbearableness flashed across his old face. He stood up and stood up, and came to Wuyou's room outside. He wanted to reach out and push open the door, but in the end he stopped, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around and left.

Returning to his room, Master Yuan suddenly spoke to the empty room, "Doesn't you feel at all unbearable when he is like this?"

As he finished speaking, a sound suddenly sounded in the originally empty room.

"At least he will not die in the end!" This was a very pleasant female voice, but there was a hint of very imperceptible pride in the voice.

"But he is actually more painful than death!" Master Yuan frowned and said with some difficulty.

"You don't need to worry about this. Do your own thing and promise you will eventually give it to you. This is his life. When I saved him, he should have returned it to me!" The very pleasant female voice said again.

When Master Yuan heard this, he remained silent and stopped speaking. His spiritual sense kept paying attention to Wuyou in another room, and his expression seemed to have become aged again.

After a long time, Master Yuan suddenly smiled with a little self-deprecating smile, then slowly closed his eyes, withdrew his spiritual sense, and felt unhappy.

He couldn't even protect himself, so what qualifications did he have to pity others? Besides, what could he do? At this moment, he felt that he was really a little sad, and what was even more sad than himself was the worry-free in another room.

Mo He returned to the inn, and in the afternoon, he started to take Mo Dashan and his wife to visit various places in Yuhe Mansion, and went to many places.

The prosperity and lively Yuhe Mansion made the Mo Dashan couple who had never left Zi'an County in their entire life really dazzled and felt a little better.

Moreover, with Mo He accompanying him, the two of them are gone. At first, they are so uneasy. When they see something strange and unfamiliar, they will ask Mo He around them, so that they will not be afraid of being laughed at.

The next morning, Mo He took his parents to Baijia School again. When he met the two little guys, he couldn't help but cry again, but it was much better than yesterday.
Chapter completed!