Chapter 116 (2/2)

”Oh, it's the old patriarch's people. I'm here to pick up people. It takes manpower to repair the square. The sect disciples are limited. The old patriarch ordered me to pick up some people here.”

”Deacon, please.”

Po didn't speak, but just watched quietly. The Deacon chose some strong ones.

”You, you, you, you, and you, come out.”

Po looked in the direction the Deacon pointed out, and saw that the selected people were stronger in the prison.

”I won't go, you kill me.”

At this time, a man in his thirties said angrily.

”No? You can't choose here.”

Seeing this man, Po was obviously stunned. The man was no one else. It was his uncle in the village and his father's brother.

The Deacon popped a fireball, looked at Po's uncle with a gloomy face and said, ”disobedient, kill.”

”Hum, I can't imagine that there are scum like you in the cultivation world. Doesn't the cultivation world stipulate that monks can't attack ordinary people? What? Want to hit me with magic? Come on, I'm not afraid of you.”

”Seek death.” that day, Deacon wozong threw a fireball and smashed it at Jianshan.

”Hum.” Po snorted coldly, slipped under his feet, grabbed the fireball, and tore it up with both hands. Although Po's true Qi can't be used and his body can't exert its power, the hardness of his body won't change. Ordinary magic tools can't hurt Po, let alone this small fireball.

”You, what are you doing?” the deacon was stunned when he saw Po tearing his fireball with his bare hands. He was in Yuanying territory. Even Jindan territory dared not tear his fireball with his bare hands.

”Hum, you can't touch him.” Po said, pointing to Jianshan.

”OK, I won't touch him, then I'll find someone else.” the Deacon is also smart. He knows that Po is next to Huang Tiesheng, the old leader of tianwo sect. He can't afford it, so he avoids some.

”Although you helped me, I won't thank you.” Jianshan looked at Po. He seemed familiar, but he didn't know where he had met.

”Uncle, don't you know me?”

Jianshan has some doubts. A Bao's appearance when he was five years old is completely different from that now. Naturally, Jianshan doesn't know that the boy in front of him is a Bao.

”Are you?”

”I'm Po, uncle. Where's my father?”

”Ah, you're Po. You're still alive. That's great. You're still alive. It's good to be alive. It's good to be alive. Come and have a look at your uncle.”

Po hugged Jianshan and cried.

Jianshan glanced at Po, then suddenly pushed Po away and said, ”no, you're not Po. Po and his mother died in a big town. Besides, if you're really Po, how can you be with these scum? Who are you?”

”I'm really Po, uncle. When I was a child, my father took me up the mountain to hunt. You were afraid I couldn't walk. Every time I went up the mountain, you carried me on your back. Once we met a beast. In order to protect me, you were bitten by the beast on your shoulder. Do you remember?”

After listening to Po crying, Jianshan knew that the man in front of him was his nephew. For five years, he thought he couldn't see Po. Jianshan didn't get married five years ago. He wanted to treat Po like his own children. Now he sees it, but he sees it under such circumstances. Jianshan hugs Po and says, ”good boy, don't cry, good boy.” Jianshan stroked Po's back and said with concern.