The first Taoist priest of the Tang Dynasty

Even the people in the temple regard these two people as the idiots of Longquan Temple, saying that they are a natural pair, a pair made by the earth.

As it gets darker.

A mile away from Longquan Temple, a black shadow appeared.

As soon as the black shadow appeared, he took out a pipe from his arms and put it near his mouth to blow it.

A sound like the chirping of insects resounded immediately.

And this moment.

Mo Li, who was eating his last meal in the dining room of Longquan Temple, suddenly opened his eyes wide when he heard the sound of insects.

immediately.

Mo Li looked outside and found no one, got up and went out through the back door of the dining room.

After a moment.

Mo Li's figure had already disappeared outside the Longquan Temple, and he ran towards the distant mountains and forests.

Just that insect chirp.

It is the unique voice of Momen.

"Li'er, come with grandfather." As soon as Mo Li was not far from the man in black, the man in black whispered to Mo Li.

This person is none other than Mo Li's grandfather.

Mo Li didn't say a word, as soon as he cast the jumping technique, he followed her grandfather.

After the two of them were tens of miles away from Longquan Temple.

The two of them fell to the ground.

And at this moment in view.

Xiaohua talked with her cousin Xu Daying and her nephew, and after chatting for a while, she went to the dining room to find Moli.

"Huh? Why did sister Moli leave before finishing eating?" Xiaohua went to the dining room but did not find Moli, and then turned to Moli's room.

After Xiaohua still didn't see Moli in his house, she felt a little strange.

but.

When Xiao Hua saw the clay pot, she remembered what Mo Li had told her in the afternoon, and immediately picked it up, left Mo Li's room and went straight to her brother.

And this time.

In Zhong Wen's house.

Zhong Wen was talking to Man Qing.

After Xiaohua broke in with her clay pot in her arms, she saw Manqing, a trace of displeasure appeared on her face, and she even snorted at Manqing.

Chapter 8 A Bowl of Clear Soup in a Dream

For Manqing.

With Mo Li who speaks bad things behind his back, Xiao Hua naturally wouldn't like it.

but.

Man Qing was just as usual, when she saw Xiao Hua coming, she quickly got up and smiled at Xiao Hua.

But Xiaohua ignored Manqing's existence, and came to Zhong with a clay pot, "Brother, this is the soup I made for you, try it and see how it tastes?"

The pottery pot that Xiao Hua was holding was made by Mo Li.

It's not the soup that Xiaohua cooked for her brother.

Xiao Hua said that she cooked it herself, which is considered a cover for Mo Li.

Who made Xiao Hua have a good relationship with Mo Li, and even got Mo Li's advice.

Zhong saw that Xiaohua disliked Manqing so much, and was so ignorant of etiquette, so he naturally wanted to teach him a lesson, "Xiaohua, where is the etiquette that the master taught you?"

Seeing her brother scolding herself, Xiaohua looked aggrieved, and bowed to Manqing, "Brother, I was wrong, hello sister Manqing."

If you change to the previous florets.

She won't apologize.

But Xiaohua now knows a little bit.

Although already 15 years old.

But this xinxing is still a little escaped.

But at the moment Xiao Hua had already apologized, Man Qing naturally wanted to speak, "Jiu Shou, it's okay, Xiao Hua is fine."

Xiao Hua immediately smiled and turned to leave.

But after turning his head, a very unhappy look appeared on his face.

It can be seen from her appearance.

Her apology just now was not sincere at all.

"Look at this girl, I made Manqing laugh at you." Zhong looked at Xiaohua who closed the door and left, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart.

Just Xiaohua's temper.

To put it bluntly, he was the one who favored him.

Zhong pets his little sister.

Also understandable.

Come on.

This is also due to Zhong's previous life.

Who made Zhong dote on his little sister very much in the previous life.

to this era.

Coupled with the fact that he grew up with Xiaohua, it was natural that he doted on Xiaohua as she is now.

in fact.

Zhong believes that Xiao Hua has a good heart.

Even if he loses some etiquette, or lacks some worldly sophistication, his kind heart can cover up most of his shortcomings.

Man Qing smiled, but did not speak.

Zhong turned his head and looked at the clay pot on the table, feeling a little puzzled.

as far as he knows.

My little sister never cooks.

And it can be said that it was the first time that this clay pot was served this time.

He said what kind of soup it was, and said it was specially cooked for himself, which made Zhong feel very grateful.

Think here.

Zhong's heart was already full of joy.

I leaned close to the clay pot and smelled it, and felt that the taste was not bad, with a hint of residual warmth.

immediately.

Zhong took his usual drinking bowl, poured some out of the clay pot, and handed it to Manqing, "Manqing, try it, this is the first time in history that Xiaohua has cooked soup for my brother."

"Ah? Is Xiaohua making soup for the first time? Then I really want to try it." Manqing listened to Zhong's words, smiled and took it.

"You don't know, I grew up with her, and since I took over the work in the kitchen, this girl hasn't touched the stove water anymore. As an older brother, it's the first time I've officially drank the water from her." My soup is ready." Zhong picked up the clay pot and said happily.

Yes.

In fact, Xiaohua has never touched the kitchen water.

Even when I was young.

Until now.

Although Xiaohua has also tried cooking, the food she cooks is absolutely unpalatable, needless to say.

It is comparable to Zhuo Moli.

It was the first time to taste the soup cooked by Xiaohua, Zhong still had a hint of the thought of sharing the same difficulties with Manqing.

Soup made from florets.

Zhong can definitely not taste good, even very bad.

Although there is not much soup in the earthenware pot, it is only two bowls at most.

And the color is slightly yellow, somewhat like tea, it looks like clear soup.

Zhong Xin knew that Xiao Hua's soup was not tasty, so she poured out a bowl and gave it to Manqing, which could be regarded as sharing some with herself.

As an elder brother, let's just throw it away, of course it won't.

How to put it, Zhong thinks this is the first time he has enjoyed the blessing of his little sister.

Frowning, he picked up the clay pot clock, and then took a sip.

But as soon as the soup in the clay pot entered his mouth, Zhong found that it was not as bad as he thought.

"Hey, this girl is really good at cooking soup. It tastes a bit sweet, and it tastes like sugar water." After taking a sip, Zhong said to Man Qing, signaling Man Qing to have a taste.

Manqing didn't doubt that it was there, and gracefully picked up the bowl and took a small sip, "It's really good, it has a light sweet taste, which suits my taste."

In Zhong's ears, what Man Qing said was obviously against his will.

Chung knows.

Manqing doesn't like sweets very much, but prefers light taste, or original taste.

And when Man Qing said that it suits her taste, he obviously wanted to have a soup made with a handful of florets.

But Zhong didn't expose it, and continued to hold the clay pot and drank.

in a moment.

The soup in the clay pot was eaten immediately.

But Man Qing had already drank that bowl of soup in a short while.

And this time.

Moli is tens of miles away.

If Xiaohua knew that the soup she had prepared was brought to her brother to drink, she didn't know how she would feel.

Mo Li's original plan was to share a bowl.

If it wasn't for the good grandfather's sudden sound transmission, Mo Li would probably be sharing the pot of soup in her room right now.

"Li'er, are you serious about what you told me just now? There really are three masters in the Nine Poems?" After hearing what his granddaughter said, Mo You was really puzzled.

One person worships three sects, which can be said to be unique in the current arena.

Even if someone worships two sects.

Either defect, or leave.

It is absolutely impossible to live in peace with his three masters under the same roof, and to be so close.

Mo Li nodded towards his grandfather, "Grandfather, the master of Jiushou, Li Daochang, is just a realm of perfection, and the second master of Jiushou and his uncle, I don't know what their realm is, but From the aura of the two of them, it can be seen that both of them are extremely masters in the realm of martial arts, as for the third master of Jiushou, he is the world's number one medical expert ghost hand, and this person will come at the New Year's Eve."

"It seems that you have to talk to your uncle and grandfather about this matter. Li'er, come on, come with me to see your uncle. Your uncle has already arrived in Hanzhong, Liangzhou. Now you go with me to see your uncle. "After listening to the news that his granddaughter inquired from Taiyi Sect, Mo You became more and more confused.

Then he told Mo Li and asked her to go to see his elder brother Mo Luo together.

"Grandfather, can I go later? Besides, I think Jiushou is very nice, why can't we sit down and have a good talk?" Seeing that his grandfather asked her to see Uncle Mo Li, he suddenly felt that he would I haven't finished the things I have to do, thinking about doing my own things first, and then going to see her uncle.

Mo You heard his granddaughter's words, and said coldly: "It's not safe for you to be in the Taiyi Sect at this time, you don't know who the ghost hand is, this person is a person who has been in the rivers and lakes all year round, and this time People with hands and eyes open to the sky, who in the Jianghu will not give him face? If Guishou is really the master of the nine little Taoist priests, the sect affairs will be a little more troublesome."

"Grandfather, can I go see Uncle tomorrow?" Mo Li still didn't want to leave Taiyi Sect at this time.

not to mention.