Cultivate your sister’s immortals

“Is there anything you can’t let Laozi and I see? Could it be the newly launched Spring Palace Diagram serialization of Shuyuan? The old man waved his hand, and Mo Yi was poured into the mountain of scrolls before he could even see the old man’s movements. For a while, he was overwhelmed by the collapsed scroll, and the martial arts grandmaster was terrifying, abusing him as if he were playing.

‘Damn. Mo Yi secretly cursed that the owner of this body before he crossed was positioned in the family as a wandering son. Following the evil servant behind his back, carrying a birdcage to the street to molest the good family women can no longer describe him, holding a club to drive a tiger to bite people, and laughing in the rear is his real position!

“What kind of slag positioning is this, does daddy know that his son is unruly and low.” Mo Yi cursed in his heart, and at the same time kept pushing away the scrolls piled up in front of him in his hand, he got up and looked at his father.

The old man touched his chin and looked intently at the cowhide scroll on the desk, and when he was watching vigorously, he brought Mo Yi’s tea cup over and dried it.

“Don’t look at it, I just suddenly became a little interested in these legends.” Mo Yi coughed and moved to the desk, he saw the essence light that kept shooting out of the old man’s eyes, and he sighed secretly in his heart.

His father, that is, who is this old man in front of him? The current patriarch of the Mo family – Mo Tianjiao!

The word legend is no longer enough to describe Mo Tianjiao’s life. Starting from the grassroots, assisting the founding emperor of Yiguo to establish the country, and then accompanying Emperor Yi and Emperor Wuyi to determine Jiangshan, until now he grasps 80% of the troops of Yiguo, and he sets out to manipulate both outside and inside, Mo Tianjiao is a living founding marshal ** in Yiguo.

Then again, Mo Tianjiao’s death is described in the words of the founding emperor: the wife and daughter run away with people and do not look back.

There are only three possibilities for Mo Tianjiao’s determination: Implementation! Implement! As well as the implementation!

It’s so domineering and cool, it’s simply the best of the old man! This is not the most exciting, the exciting thing is that Mo Tianjiao has lived from the founding of Yiguo three hundred years ago to the current Yiguo prosperous, which can be called a living fossil that can run, jump and cut people.

If Mo Tianjiao said now, “Don’t worry about these things, go and learn.” ”

In the next second, he could only obediently nibble on books and prepare for exams.

If he protested, Mo Yi would be dragged out with a hundred military sticks and thought about it behind closed doors for a year.

That’s right, it’s the kind of military stick that a strong man like an ox can’t withstand with a stick, and Mo will be hit a hundred. What to do if you are killed? Rest assured, the Mo family’s famous doctor Holy Hand has gone to the sea, and Hua Tuo and Bethune may not be able to pull out two.

The most painful thing is to face the wall for a year, when the Mo family should have been demolished by the three bastards wearing the halo of the protagonist.

Mo Tianjiao slapped the table, the tea cup on it jumped and then fell with a crisp collision sound, Mo Yi’s heart also jumped, if there is an electrocardiogram on the side now, Mo Yi will find that his heart beats to a perfect W position.

Mo Tianjiao turned his head and looked at Mo Tianjiao with torch-like eyes, and said, “You boy… Want to cultivate immortals? ”

Mo Yi opened his mouth, standing in front of him was his biological father in this life, and his original body damn memory made it impossible for him to lie to this man.

“Yes, the child has some interest, cultivate immortals, who doesn’t want to, people with insight and courage should turn this day against the tide.” Mo Yi looked out the window and said nonchalantly, “Isn’t there an old saying, my life depends on me.” ”

“Cultivate your sister’s immortal!” The old man slapped the back of Mo Yi’s head, and although the strength was controlled, it still made Mo Yi dizzy and almost fell to the ground. “You kid doesn’t read books, play these virtual things all day, where are the immortals for you to repair!”

“Boy … Have your own bitterness! Mo Yi gritted his teeth and insisted, in fact, he comforted himself many times, those three people were just a coincidence, the reality is that there are no three bastards wearing the halo of the protagonist to tear down his house. But he thought deep that everything was too coincidental, he crossed over, met these three guys, and learned about the existence of immortal cultivators. Everything seems to be a harbinger of one thing: the broken clan eats jujube pills (sooner or later it will have to be played).

“When did you learn to call yourself a ‘child’? Didn’t you all call yourself ‘Lao Tzu’ before? Mo Tianjiao glanced at Mo Yi suspiciously and said, “Went out with that kid Wen Chen to take the wrong medicine? ”

Mo Yi crossed his heart and said very nakedly, “I just want to cultivate immortals, how to drop.” ”

The imaginary anger did not come, but came with a slap on the shoulder, almost making him sit on the ground with a dice.

“Yo huh? Still learned to play tricks? In the past, you were not so fat in Lao Tzu’s face. Mo Tianjiao narrowed his eyes and looked at Mo Yi and said, “Could it be that which immortal family took you away?” ”

Mo Yi broke out in a cold sweat in an instant, he was indeed taken away, but he was not an immortal, but a Cambridge doctor of psychology standing under the red flag in the twenty-first century.

“Look at what scares you.” Mo Tianjiao sat on the table with a dice and used the priceless scroll to pad the dice, and what was very bad was that he twisted restlessly, almost tearing the scroll to pieces.

Mo Yi looked at this scene and said that he would need to bring a gas mask to check this scroll in the future, provided that there must be a gas mask in this era… But there are masks.

Judging from the fragmentary memory of this body, Mo Tianjiao was bohemian, but Mo Yi did not expect that Mo Tianjiao was so unruly that he used top-secret documents to pad the dice.

Since he is an old rogue, then it is much easier to do, if it is a rigid old man with crepe crepe, Mo Yicai really has no chance.

Mo Yi’s eyes rolled and then he knelt down with a pop, he threw himself on the ground and shouted loudly: “Coach… Ah no, Daddy! I want to cultivate immortals! ”

Mo Tianjiao’s head was not lowered, he reached out and tinkered with Mo Yi’s table for a while, and felt out a small yellow book with a little color and unhealthy from the mezzanine of the wooden board and read it, it was delicious to read, and from time to time he clicked his mouth, the shape was bad, and he deserved to be the first rogue in Yiguo.

Damn it! This bastard actually wants to invade even his remaining personal privacy! Mo Yi looked up and saw what Mo Tianjiao did and almost scolded his mother, how bad this old man was, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was bad customs.

As if sensing Mo Yi’s gaze, Mo Tianjiao said slowly, “Cultivate your sister’s immortal.” ”

Before Mo Yi could react, Mo Tianjiao casually stuffed the little yellow book into his sleeve and walked to the door with his back hand, and said at the same time, “Your treasure is boring, next time I go to collect some good goods, I will check it regularly.” ”

Looking at the strong but slightly tall back, Mo Yi fell into deep thought, what is this old man? There was no explicit refusal or obstruction, and the words were vulgar. The outside world and Mo Yi’s memory fragments are positioned as Mo Tianjiao: martial artist, domineering, bold and outspoken, where does a person who dares to accuse the emperor of the emperor have so many curves.

In an instant, as if thunder had struck his head, Mo Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and muttered in his mouth, “Immortal who cultivates my sister?” ”