"The little junior sister is indeed talented, and she entered the realm of Lun Ling before she was fourteen." Wuyan nodded, and ate two more slices of radish before continuing, "Maybe she inherited her mother, that is, Luo Bingqing, another disciple of Luo Shibo." Senior Sister Luo is now less than two hundred years old, and she is already the youngest council elder in the War Department. The elder level of Tianjian Mountain is divided into several levels, such as the Counselor Elder, the Council Elder and the Attending Great Elder, Senior Sister Luo is not more than a few dozen years older than me, and she has already achieved such results, in addition to her own talent, there are also her meritorious achievements. ”

Mo Zhiyu only felt that this family was so complicated, and couldn't help asking: "When the little junior sister saw that her mother was called 'senior sister' or 'mother'?" ”

"You can call it whatever you want, it's just a title, but it's generally a mother-son title." Wuyan replied very seriously, and ate two more slices of ham, "In short, if you want to win the favor of the little junior sister, you must be recognized by Senior Uncle Luo and Senior Sister Luo." To be recognized by them, you have to have results that they can afford. In addition, it is best not to mention Senior Brother Luo Bingyang, Senior Uncle Luo is very sad about this son, Senior Sister Luo also invited herself to be transferred for this reason, and she does not return to the mountain gate all year round. ”

Mo Zhi thought for a while and said, "Senior brother, I don't think you said anything practical?" Didn't you just talk about other people's parents? ”

Wuyan ate two pieces of tofu and looked at him lightly: "I made it clear what they like the most, isn't it important?" As for what they like, this is a side story, and if you are interested, you can find out, so I don't recommend it. Also, I'll tell you another rumor. It is said that Senior Sister Luo had a crush on Uncle Luo, and marrying Senior Brother Luo is also for Uncle Luo, but just listen to it, it's best not to talk too much. ”

Mo Zhi looked at Wuyan in a daze, although this news is also heavy, but why does he think that this is Wuyan and wants to talk about gossip on purpose? However, the matter of the Luo family is finally over, and he can continue to ask about other things.

However, Wuyan suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "I've eaten, go back to the war department first, maybe you won't come back for a night, you can rest by yourself, remember to wash the dishes." After saying that, he wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, got up and left, leaving Mo Zhiyu with chronic depression.

When Mo Zhiyu looked back at the dishes on this table, there was not much left, although he had eaten a third of it before, but he had listened to the gossip just now, and he didn't eat anything at all. He remembered that he was so slow and methodical when he spoke and ate before, and he couldn't see that he ate so quickly and in such a large amount, and the dishes on this table were actually not for him to pick up the wind and wash the dust?!

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The night breeze blows this peach forest, and the peach blossoms fall from the branches and fall under a wordless stone tablet in the forest. The man walked slowly to the forest on crutches, brushed away the peach blossoms near the stele, and put down a small glass bottle.

"Are they short of blood again?" A female voice sounded, and it turned out to be from the stone tablet, full of indifference and contempt.

"Senior sister, don't be so sensitive, just by the way." The man sat down slowly in front of the stone tablet, lazy, "If I only came to get blood, how can I have the face to see you?" ”

"And what are you going to ramble about?" The person in the stele spoke very politely, but the small glass bottle in front of the stele disappeared.

The man took out the flask and shook it, saying, "Don't you feel the child?" I took him as an apprentice. ”

The person in the stele sneered: "Just for this? Do you think you'll protect him by doing this? Sooner or later, they will find out about him, and by that time, not only you, but I will also be an outcast. ”

"I know." The man took a sip of wine, still lazy, "I just think, maybe, his appearance can free us?" ”

"Relief? What do you say in your dreams? The man in the stele sneered, "Do you want to take him to resist?" I am the end of rebellion, the end of the blood supply jar! ”

"Senior sister, you're not resisting, you're going crazy." The man's eyes showed exhaustion, and his words were full of helplessness, "Master has been in retreat for many years, life and death are uncertain, you are sealed here again, he is the last Yue family." He is the only way to get you out. ”

"Gale, if you make up your mind, do it. If you don't succeed, turn into a handful of loess and accompany me here. The person in the stele spoke slowly, and he couldn't tell whether it was support or ridicule. Before the stele, the small glass bottle reappeared, but there was half a bottle of red liquid in it.

The man tilted his head, a little dissatisfied: "Senior sister, is today's chat time over so soon?" I have a lot on my mind for you. ”

"I don't listen." The person in the stele firmly refused.

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The morning light spilled out of the window, bringing a few peach blossoms. Mo Zhi opened his eyes vaguely, looked out the window, the lake was glowing with golden light, in a trance, there seemed to be a graceful shadow coming from the morning light, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, and wanted to call out a name in his heart......

"Meow!" A huge shadow fell from the sky at this moment and smashed into his face at once.

Mo Zhiyu pulled the meow ball off his face in great frustration, and looked at the window again, and there was already a girl standing outside the window, smiling lightly.

"Uncle Junior?" Mo Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously looked through Luo Bingqian and looked at the morning light behind her, but there was nothing there. He seemed to remember something just now, but he was frightened by this meow ball, and there was nothing, so he was even more depressed.

Luo Bingqian didn't notice Mo Zhiyu's distraction, and only smiled and said, "Don't call me Little Uncle, you are now a disciple of the Mountain Chief's uncle, and I will call you 'Second Senior Brother'!" ”

Second Senior Brother...... Mo Zhiyu felt that this title was even more depressing, so he said: "I call you 'little junior sister', but can you not call me second senior brother?" I'm not very fond of this number. ”

"Then I'll call you 'Senior Brother'." Luo Bingqian also changed it simply, throwing a box in through the window, "You change your clothes first, I'll take you shopping in a while!" Then she jumped away like an early lark.

Mo Zhiyu took the box, opened it, and found that it was a set of clothes for the disciples of Tianjian Mountain, and there were two other boxes, one of which contained a pair of white jade Heavenly Sword Mountain badges, and the other contained a pill, which smelled of herbs, but hid a smell of blood.

Mo Zhiyu got up and changed his clothes first, this day Jianshan's clothes looked loose, and they automatically fit as soon as they put on their bodies. He smoothed out his bun, then retreated and went out, and saw Luo Bingqian coming with a food plate, which contained a bowl of porridge and a few steamed buns. When she saw Mo Zhiyu, she said, "This is the breakfast that Senior Brother Wuyan left for you, and it's still hot." ”

(End of chapter)