"Cui Bai?" The old man surnamed Zhang thought for a while, then clasped his fists and shook his head helplessly. "I'm sorry, I have never known each other, so I can't provide you with information."

Although Xia Xiong had expectations for the old man surnamed Zhang, he did not have all hope. Even if the old man surnamed Zhang said he didn't know, he still had the plan in his heart to implement it.

At worst, you can settle for the second best, protect yourself first, and then make other plans.

Being deliberately targeted by someone is nothing more than a favorite errand, and want to get a piece of the pie. Since the other party wants to give in, it is not bad, but I hope the other party can stop exploring it.

But I was afraid that the other party would not let go and insisted on a desperate attempt.

Now the Xiamen River is declining, and since that incident, several powerful generals under the sect died, the disciples in the sect felt that the Xiamen survived and scattered, and those who were either loyal or had nowhere to go, so they were forced to stay.

It’s like a building with a body, the equipment inside is mixed, and there are huge safety hazards, and accidents may occur at any time.

If you want to change this situation, you can replace the internal equipment so that it can continue to operate smoothly.

The reason why Xia Xiong asked his uncle Cui Bai to come out was to stabilize the hearts of his brothers. After all, Cui Bai's strength and reputation once had a place in the world, and there were many people following him.

I believe that if Cui Bai Zhunxin helped him, there might be many good players from the world coming. Even if they can't fight against opponents who put Xiamen in desperate situations, they will at least be much better than they are now.

At least in Vientiane City, we will not allow the other four factions to be oppressed.

As for that unknown enemy, at most, you can sacrifice some interests at that time and turn big things into small things with the other party.

But now the old man surnamed Zhang did not know Cui Bai's name, so he could only give up his original foundation and survive in another place.

I will feel a little unwilling to give up, and I will have to give up the foundation that I have worked hard for many years. But as long as I can preserve a certain foundation, I will have the capital to make a comeback in the future.

With Xia Xiong's network of relationships, he is confident that he can do it.

"Since you have never heard of it, we won't disturb you anymore. I hope you will go to the humble house to talk to you in the future."

Xia Xiong clasped his fists and was about to say goodbye to the old man named Zhang, and rushed back to prepare for the relocation.

At this time, Mo Linfeng said, "That... Is there a very deep scar on Cui Bai's right eye in your mouth?"

Xia Xiong's legs that had already taken out were retracted.

"The master's right eye does have a scar, which was left by him to save his senior brother from his enemy's fierce battle. I wonder how the little brother knows?"

"Don't ask me how I know, I'll ask you if he wears a ring on his ten fingers."

Xia Xiong nodded and explained: "That is a weapon unique to his master, with ten fingers connected."

Mo Linfeng was still calm, but his face was a little pale at this time.

"I'll ask you, and it's the last question. If so, it might be the person you're looking for. If not, then I don't know."

Xia Xiong looked at Mo Linfeng with fiery eyes. This ten-year-old boy might bring hope to him and nodded vigorously.

"Does he like to hang a wine gourd around his waist?"

Xia Xiong hesitated for a while and shook his head helplessly, because in his impression, his uncle never touched wine and liked to hang wine gourds around his waist, which was simply unrealistic.

In this regard, it is not the person he is looking for.

"My master never drinks, so how could he say that he hangs a wine gourd around his waist? So it's not."

Mo Linfeng originally thought that he could finally figure out who the identity of "Grandpa Cui" who could bring wonderful stories every day was, but Xia Xiong directly denied it because he did not drink wine because of Cui Bai's lack of drinking, and would not hang a wine gourd.

Mo Linfeng wanted to know the true identity of Cui Bai, who often likes to get along with children.

As for why such a thought?

It’s nothing more than that Mo Linfeng used to listen to stories while recalling the awkward and difficult mantras that Mo Zhihua told him, while practicing.

Mo Linfeng will follow what he understands. Those who can't even think about it. As long as they frown while listening to the story with their eyebrows, Cui Bai will ask the reasons and answer them one by one.

Therefore, after that, whenever Mo Linfeng is confused during the practice, he will go to Cui Bai.

Cui Bai was also happy to answer him. Over time, Mo Linfeng had long regarded Cui Bai as the enlightener of his cultivation path.

Cui Bai's identity also formed a mystery in his heart. He also asked his father, and the answer he got was just a harsh reprimand and the damn training room.

Therefore, Mo Linfeng knew about Xia Xiong and wanted to know if he was the person Xia Xiong said.

The first two characteristics can be accurately matched, and only the next one cannot compare the wine gourd around the waist, so I can't help feeling a little disappointed. It's like the prey that has been chasing for a long time and is about to reach the mouth, but I accidentally tripped and watched the prey escape.

"Is Grandpa Cui really not the person he is looking for? I'm thinking too much?"

Mo Linfeng muttered, but he didn't really hear the content clearly.

When Xia Xiong heard Mo Linfeng say 'Grandpa Cui', he was shocked and said quickly: "You just said you were asking who that person is?"

"Ah!?" Xia Xiong suddenly interrupted, and Mo Linfeng didn't react for a short time. "Oh, you said I missed the person you asked about just now."

"Yes." Xia Xiong nodded.

"Anyway, it's not the person you are looking for, so it's okay to tell you." Mo Linfeng's tone was a little quiet. "It's Grandpa Cui who used to tell us some things about the world. He is very nice to us and is very nice to us, so we also like him, especially the stories he tells. We have never heard of them, so naturally many children like to listen to them."

"You said, what's his surname?" Xia Xiong's face, which was already lost, felt shocked again.

"My surname is Cui!" Mo Linfeng didn't care much. The other party didn't hear it clearly, and he didn't mind saying it again.

"Submitted to Cui? Then do you know what his name is?"

"I don't know, we usually call him Grandpa Cui anyway." Mo Linfeng felt a little weaker and his face turned paler.

Xia Xiong suddenly felt that perhaps the person Mo Linfeng was the master he was looking for.

He asked quickly, "Where does he live?"

"The third household in Zuihuayu Lane is a single house with a low and slanted eaves. I don't know where it is. This sentence was told by Grandpa Cui, you can go and find it."

Mo Linfeng's tone became weaker and weaker, and he insisted on saying the last word.

Xia Xiong still wanted to ask, but he had been stopped by the old man surnamed Zhang. He didn't say a word to him and helped Mo Linfeng leave.

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