Chapter 5: Farewell

Upon returning home, Elder Fang was no longer in the house. Mo Ran did not think too much about it; with his experience and intellect, he naturally understood that Elder Fang likely had matters to attend to this time. Otherwise, there would have been no need for him to leave a note reminding Mo Ran to practice last time.

Mo Ran did not speak, nor did he approach. At this moment, whether it was Mo Ran or Old Fang, as long as one party said another word, Mo Ran would undoubtedly explode and demand to know everything he wanted from Old Fang. However, this outcome ultimately did not occur; the two of them tacitly chose silence.

I am leaving

Old Fang secretly glanced at Mo Ran and, seeing the calm and composed youth, finally revealed a hint of surprise on his aged face

You have just returned

As if he had not heard Mo Ran's words, Old Fang did not respond. After finishing the wine in his cup, he looked at Mo Ran and said, "The Yongwu Continent is vast"

Is there a difference

The old man has stopped his cultivation, and Mo Ran tentatively asked a question.

After the two of them had each had a cup, drinking six or seven cups in this manner, Mo Ran felt that the atmosphere was a bit oppressive. He put down the wine jar in his hand and asked, "Do you really have the surname Fang?"

Looking at the golden coins in his hand, Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You old thing, all these years I haven't seen you take out even one or two of these. It turns out you are quite wealthy, are you deliberately playing tricks on me?"

On the second day, very early in the morning, Mo Ran did not go up the mountain to chop firewood, but instead went into the mountains to hunt for some game. Following that, he went to Uncle Wang's house in the west of the village, where he managed to coax and deceive Uncle Wang into parting with some fine wine that had been treasured for several years.

Is there something wrong

"What is the use of this?" Moran suddenly asked

Listening to Elder Fang's response, Mo Ran suddenly felt that something was amiss. Elder Fang had never been so serious as he was today. Although it felt strange, Mo Ran had lived for more than twenty years in his previous life, and with the ten years of this life, his thirty-plus years of life experience did not allow him to lose his composure.

The continent of Yongwu is vast, encompassing not only five major empires but also numerous small principalities. In the northern part lies the mysterious Tanas Desert, while the southern region features the desolate lands of Bianchui. To the west, there are the nomadic tribes of the grasslands, and to the east, the expansive ocean. According to legend, there are many other mysterious places that remain unknown to the world.

Observing Mo Ran's actions, Old Fang's eyes became slightly moist. He nodded and raised his wine cup, drinking it down in one go.

Oh. There was no surprise on Mo Ran's face as one would expect; he merely murmured softly.

Mo Ran looked at Elder Fang and asked, "What is your rank?"

After the laughter, the small courtyard returned to tranquility; at this moment, the sun was about to set.

It has been five days since returning from the mountain with Daniu after delivering clothes to the Mo family. During these five days, Old Fang has not shown himself, and for some reason, Mo Ran has been feeling restless. One evening, while Mo Ran was meditating in the room, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the courtyard gate.

Wanliu Welcomes the Wind

The liquid in this bottle is called Green Jade Medicine. You have already used it. No need to look at me; there are only a few bottles left, and they are quite expensive

Old Fang sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Mo Ran, his gaze revealing a hint of affection and reluctance

"The day after tomorrow," said Fang Lao as he stood up and walked towards his room

"After I leave, if there is anything you cannot resolve, go to the Renhou Antique Shop in Ziyun City and look for a person named Fang Tang. He will assist you," Elder Fang replied earnestly.

Mo Ran did not interrupt Elder Fang's words, but simply looked straight at him, waiting for him to continue speaking

"This bottle contains 'Returning Qi Pill', and there are three inside. However, I believe you won't have any use for it." Looking at Mo Ran, Elder Fang sighed, a hint of regret appearing on his aged face. Then, Elder Fang picked up a dark green token and handed it to Mo Ran. The token was quite ordinary, but it was engraved with a black 'bird'.

Old Fang extended his hand, and with a flick of his finger, several items appeared on the table. "These are for you; use them if you can, and if not, consider them a memento."

Before long, the figure of Old Fang appeared before him. He approached Mo Ran and directly sat down opposite him

You have grown up

After speaking, Elder Fang walked towards the courtyard, while Mo Ran remained silent, making a great effort to control the urge to cry. Silently, he watched the old man's figure, as tears stubbornly swirled in his eyes.

Fallen leaves return with the wind

Do not easily provoke others; life is meaningful only when one is alive

"Fifth-level martial artist," Elder Fang responded calmly

Old Fang spoke in a disjointed manner, his words lacking coherence. Nevertheless, Mo Ran listened attentively, showing no intention of interrupting him in the slightest

Mo Ran saw Elder Fang sitting down, stood up to take the wine jug, poured a cup for Elder Fang, and then poured one for himself. After pouring, he sat down, held his own wine cup with both hands, raised it in front of him and said: "This is my first time drinking wine." After saying this, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one go.

Stand out uniquely

Mo Ran gave a bitter smile: "Indeed, there is no difference. Well then, take care, Grandpa." And - picture - book

"The way you fight does not resemble that of a seventy-year-old man." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

The two sat facing each other for the duration of a cup of tea, and finally, Mr. Fang helplessly said, "Are you waiting for my explanation?"

I know nothing at all. Mo Ran's response remained as stiff as ever

Each move and technique generates a flow of air, producing a sound akin to "whoosh... whoosh...". Master Fang seems to merge with the green grass beneath him and the trees behind him, his movements ethereal. Although his actions are gentle, there is no doubt about the power they wield.

Elder Fang nodded, stood up, and took a few steps back before coming to a halt. Turning around suddenly, he unexpectedly saw a green light erupting from Elder Fang's eyes, and his aura surged correspondingly. A stream of green energy surged from his palms, adhering to them, and soon Elder Fang's body began to flicker.

"Speak up." After tapping his forehead, Mo Ran suddenly felt a heavy gloom.

When are you leaving? He did not continue to ask further, knowing that even if he pressed on, the other party would not respond to him.

After completing a set of "Qingmu Fist," Elder Fang felt no fatigue at all. He returned to his original position and poured himself a full glass of wine, drinking it down.

Haha ... ...

Diligence and frugality are true virtues. If you indulge too early, you will soon become one of those spendthrifts in the city

Returned

Mo Ran did not speak, he merely nodded.

Suddenly, Elder Fang stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said, "My surname is indeed Fang." After saying this, he strode away. At that moment, Mo Ran could no longer control himself; tears surged from his eyes. Although no sound was made, the tears that flowed incessantly represented Mo Ran's sadness and reluctance. For just a moment, when Elder Fang turned back, Mo Ran clearly saw the tears welling up in his eyes.

However, I cannot provide you with the explanation you desire

Are you back

Hearing the tone of Mo Ran, which did not exhibit the expected shock and helplessness, Old Fang was momentarily taken aback. He suddenly felt that this small boy, who had lived with him for eight years, seemed somewhat unfamiliar. Regaining his composure, he asked with a bitter smile: "What do you know?"

The currency of the Brave Martial Continent is divided into four types: crystal coins, gold coins, silver coins, and copper coins. Each type of currency has a different denomination, and the exchange rates are as follows: 1 crystal coin = 100 gold coins, 1 gold coin = 100 silver coins, and 1 silver coin = 100 copper coins. The annual living expenses for an ordinary family are approximately 50 silver coins. Therefore, although the 10 gold coins given by Elder Fang may seem like a small amount, it is already a considerable fortune for the farmers in this small mountain village

Finally, it's time to leave, Mo Ran murmured

"Yes, it is me," Mr. Fang's voice came through the room, seemingly carrying a hint of fatigue in his words

After Mo Ran finished speaking, both an old man and a young boy burst into laughter.

Listening to Elder Fang recounting his experiences with great familiarity, Mo Ran finally showed a slight change in expression. He had not been in this world for long and had initially thought that the Martial Continent, belonging to the Five Great Empires, was already vast. However, he did not expect that there were even broader realms in the directions of east, south, west, and north, and there were places that even Elder Fang was unaware of.

In that moment, Mo Ran suddenly found it difficult to suppress the reluctance in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly: "Isn't it tomorrow?"

Seeing such an expression on your face truly surprises me; I find it hard to imagine that you are only ten years old.

What should I do

Haha ... ...

Mo Ran understood that this was "Qingmu Fist." Although the old man did not teach him the entire set of techniques, he had watched the methods provided by the old man countless times. However, due to the lack of internal energy to support it, he was unable to practice.

I only know that the you from a few years ago was not the real you. And now, the you of today is the true you, Mo Ran continued.

Entering the kitchen, clean the wild game that has been caught, steam what can be steamed, boil what can be boiled, and roast some as well. Once everything is prepared, place a small wooden table in the center of the yard and arrange the completed dishes on it. Of course, there is also the fine wine that was "acquired". Just sit there, waiting for Mr. Fang to return.

There is something.

Hearing this address, Old Fang suddenly trembled, stopped in his tracks, turned his back to Mo Ran, and said with a somewhat choked voice: "Take care of yourself too"

"Alright, I am leaving. I hope to see you again in my lifetime," he said, his words tinged with a hint of melancholy. After speaking, Old Fang walked out.

... ...

The Flying Cloud Empire is merely one of the five great empires, not as vast or as powerful as you might imagine. Even so, the empire is still home to countless experts, with various families and sects forming a complex web of influence.

I am only ten years old

"After all this time, was it just to set the stage for this sentence? You should know that I am not a reckless person," he said, taking over from Old Fang with a faint smile.

Without being polite to Elder Fang, Mo Ran took the items and casually stuffed them into the pocket of his coat. Elder Fang looked at the silent Mo Ran and then took out 10 gold coins, tossing them to Mo Ran, saying: "Here, make it last; it will be enough for many years. When you grow a bit older, go to the city to find a job."

But we still have to go