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  Mo Qingchen was originally swinging on the swing with Mo Ningrou, both of them were relaxed and carefree, chatting casually, feeling the comfort of being high in the air, and the spring breeze brushing against their faces.

  But who would have thought that suddenly, Mo Qingchen heard Mo Ningrou's scream. He took a look and was shocked to see that Mo Ningrou had somehow lost her grip on the red silk and her entire body was flying straight out of the wall.

  Although it's muddy outside the wall, falling from such a high place is unthinkable!

  Mo Qingchen didn't even have time to think, using the swing's momentum to cast the Wind Chasing Spell in mid-air, and after landing on the wall, he took a deep breath and jumped down.

  Those three young men were running towards the red wall with all their might, but after all, it was sudden and they were a little far apart. They saw that the girl in pink had fallen to the ground, letting out a soft and mournful cry.

  Unexpectedly, in a moment, another little girl in white fell down, and the young scholar was standing right at the position where the little girl fell. He stretched out his hands and tightly hugged the little girl in white into his arms.

  But he was just a scholar, after all, and didn't have much physical strength. The little girl in white fell from high above with great force, and when he caught her, he felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, causing him to tumble backwards onto the ground. Yet, he still tightly hugged the little girl in his arms.

  Although she jumped down from a high place, Mo Qingchen still felt a bit dizzy. Looking at the person who suddenly appeared, she was momentarily stunned and her eyes blinked, smelling the faint scent of soap.

  That young scholar saw the little girl in his arms, with eyelashes like a butterfly's wings, staring blankly at him, and was also stunned.

  Before, from a distance, he saw the two little girls swinging on the swing and thought it was extremely beautiful, like a poem or a painting. Now that they were so close, he realized that this white-shirted little girl was incredibly beautiful at such a young age. If she grew up for a few more years, she would be an absolute stunner!

  In fact, this young scholar was not a lecherous person, but simply had the air of a literary man who admired beautiful scenery and beautiful women, both of which were things he highly esteemed, and seeing them could not help but evoke a thousand emotions.

  Don't think so much, Mo Qingchen. After a brief daze, she didn't even have time to say thank you, and pushed away the bookworm, breaking free from his arms, and rushed to Mo Ningrou who was lying on the ground, calling out urgently: "Fourteenth sister, are you okay?"

  Fortunately, this place is still far from the street. It's not paved with bluestones, but it's muddy ground. Mo Qingyu fell without raising too much dust as imagined. She saw her slightly opening her eyes and weakly saying: "Sixteen sister... don't worry, I'm fine."

  Mo Qing dust looked up and down at Mo Ning Ruo, seeing that there was no bleeding anywhere, only then did he slightly let out a breath of relief. But he was afraid she had internal injuries, so he hastily asked: "Fourteenth sister, are you dizzy? Does your chest hurt?"

  Mo Ning Rou weakly shook her head and said: "It's okay, just aching all over..." As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Mo Qing Chen.

  "Little girl. Hurry up and take this young lady to the clinic for a check-up." said one of the three young men, who was physically robust.

  Mo Qingchen suddenly remembered that there were three other people beside her, she stood up and quickly glanced at the three young men, slightly bowing to say: "Thank you three brothers, my home is in this mansion, I still need to bring my sister back home and ask my parents to find a doctor."

  Three young people looked at each other, unexpectedly this not very old girl, when speaking, was logical and clear, and did not show the awkwardness of seeing a stranger.

  Could it be that the people in Mo Manor are really somewhat unusual? The young scholar couldn't help but think.

  Mo Qingchen finished speaking and bent down to help Mo Ningrou, but saw that Mo Ningrou's face was scrunched up like a bun, pitifully saying: "Sixteen sister, if Father and Mother see me in this state, what will they do? They'll definitely scold me severely, I'm afraid they won't let me play on the swing again."

  "Fourteenth sister, don't worry, Qingchen will take you to my grandfather's place first, and when you come back, you'll be full of energy." Mo Qingchen comforted.

  Seeing a little girl in a white shirt bending down to help a little girl in a pink shirt, another young man said, "Little sister, why don't we help you send this sister back?"

  Mo Qingchen was not weak at the moment, and he felt that these people going to Mo Fu would be quite inconvenient, so he tactfully declined. He carried Mo Ningruo on his back and slowly walked towards a side of the red wall, where there was a small gate.

  "That little girl, what a great strength!" exclaimed the tall and sturdy young man. Two girls of the same age, one carrying another without any effort, walking such a long distance, it's really not easy.

  Another young man clicked his tongue and said, "Wow, this Mo Manor is quite something. I wouldn't be surprised if it's actually inhabited by immortals. Why do I feel like those two little maids are exuding an otherworldly aura?"

  In this mundane world, girls of her age are still playing with mud and wiping their runny noses, no wonder young people have such thoughts.

  This time, the young scholar unexpectedly did not retort, but instead gazed silently in the direction where the two little girls had disappeared.

  At the street corner, three young people bid each other farewell and headed in the direction of their respective homes.

  The three of them were originally good friends who grew up together, but the tall and sturdy man's family ran a martial arts school in the city, while the other clever young man's family ran a small shop, living a relatively comfortable life.

  As for the young scholar, he was originally from a very good family background. His father was a jinshi and held a small official position in the city, but unexpectedly, a bout of pneumonia took his father's life. His mother was greatly traumatized by this and became bedridden, passing away just a few years later.

  In an instant, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered. The family's wealth, which was not thin, was exhausted in one morning, leaving behind a solitary youth. Fortunately, the young man had a strong sense of ambition, influenced by his father and having read books since childhood. Looking at the declining family fortunes, he secretly vowed to study hard, like his father, to pass the imperial examination as a scholar-official or even a high-ranking official, in order to comfort his parents' spirits in heaven.

  With the help of two old neighbors, the young man built a thatched hut in the forest outside the city and devoted himself to hard study for several years, just waiting to take part in the imperial examination next year.

  At this time, the bookish man quickly stepped out of the city.

  The young scholar entered the forest and saw the familiar thatched cottage from afar, a smile spreading across his face. Although it was simple, it was after all his own home.

  As soon as he entered the house, he was stunned. Beside a broken and old table that was missing one leg, there sat a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar. The man wore a long blue robe and a hat of the same color, smiling slightly as he gazed at him.

  "Who... who are you?" The scholar's face was full of surprise, but his hand quickly pulled out the broken fan that was tucked at his waist, ready to use it as a weapon.

  A middle-aged man watched the movements of Shu and laughed loudly, saying: "Young friend, I have been observing you for many days, your words and deeds are very much in line with the requirements of my sect, are you willing to take me as your master?"

  In this world of cultivation, there are five major schools of cultivation: Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Demon and Yao. This middle-aged man is a Confucian cultivator. Book lovers also like to read:

  This school of Confucianism is a bit strange and does not require practitioners to have spiritual roots, but rather to possess the aura of books.

  The aura of this book requires you to be a reader, but it's not that you can read it out just by reading books. It's a mysterious and subtle thing that needs the convergence of mood, insight, opportunity, talent and other factors to trigger it.

  It is precisely because of this that among the countless readers, there may not be one person who possesses the spirit of this book. Let alone ordinary people in the world, even fewer have the opportunity to read and recognize characters. From this, we can see how difficult it is for Confucianism to find a disciple.

  That day, the middle-aged man passed by Luoyang City and unexpectedly found a young scholar who possessed the aura of books, not that kind of vague one, but rather radiating all over his body. He was overjoyed in his heart, this is indeed an excellent seedling.

  The Confucian scholar decided to stay and secretly observe the young scholar's behavior. After observing for a while, he felt that although the young scholar's words and actions seemed a bit unconventional, they did not lose their innocence.

  Thinking he couldn't stay hidden for long, he finally revealed himself.

  "You, you must be joking?" The scholar's mouth was agape in surprise. Who would come up and say they want to take someone as their apprentice? Wait a minute, could he be some kind of renowned scholar?

  But immediately, the middle-aged man's words almost made him stumble: "I'm not joking, young friend, have you ever heard of immortal cultivators?"

  "You won't tell me, you're the one, right?" The scholar felt that today was a bit strange. First, he met two unusual little girls, the place they lived in, and the rumors of immortals. And when he returned home, someone was sitting in the hall, claiming to be an immortal.

  Seeing the bookworm's disbelieving face, the middle-aged man didn't waste any words. The blue long gown moved without wind, and his body slowly floated into mid-air.

  Then he looked at Xiaoshu Sheng with satisfaction, his eyes getting bigger and bigger, pointing at him, his lips trembling, and finally spat out a word: "Ghost..."

  A middle-aged man suddenly appeared, falling from the sky, and hit the scholar's head with a feather fan in his hand. He said irritably: "What kind of ghost is this? Is it a cultivator? Have you ever heard of a cultivator?"

  Seeing the young bookworm's bewildered shaking of his head, the middle-aged man helplessly shook his head and patiently explained the general idea of cultivating immortality.

  "How about it? Are you willing to bow to me as your master and join the Hidden Confucian Sect?" The middle-aged man asked, shaking his feather fan with an air of elegance.

  It turns out that there is still such a magical world!

  The young scholar's eyes shone brightly as he thought, his face filled with a look of deep longing.

  "Little friend——" The middle-aged man called out again.

  But... but I still have to take the imperial examination.

  The middle-aged man suddenly got up in a huff, but restrained himself and began to educate the young scholar by tapping his head with a feather fan.

  On the other side, Mo Qingchen carried Mo Ningruo in through a side door, his serious face intimidating the gatekeeper into absolute silence about today's events, before sneaking towards Yang Yi Garden.

  Mo Qingchen spun around, and Mo Ningyao let out a helpless sigh: "Sixteen, did you... get lost?" Over the past two years, she had gained some understanding of this younger sister.

  Mo Qingchen smiled awkwardly: "Fourteenth sister, can you give me directions? Otherwise, when night falls, I won't be able to guarantee that I'll make it to Yang Yi Garden."

  Under Mo Ning Ruo's guidance, Mo Qing Chen walked through the secluded small path across the outer courtyard, passing by one garden after another. However, when he passed by a hanging flower gate, he ran into Mo Ran Yi face to face.