Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

As soon as Mr. Futong entered the door, he saw Yue Qianqiu wiping his sweat.

She looked around, as if she was looking for something, but she couldn't find it, so she could only ask Yue Qianqiu: "Where is your son?"

"Son?" Yue Qianqiu opened his mouth to explain, so he said, "It's not a son at all."

"Not a son?" Mr. Fu Tong was slightly puzzled: "But you both look alike."

"Spiritual pet, it's my spiritual pet." Yue Qianqiu just finished answering, when he heard a series of questions from Mr. Fu Tong: "Spiritual pet? What kind of creature is transformed into? Why does it look like the master?"

This stumped Yue Qianqiu, he couldn't figure out Feng Ling's identity for a while, and he couldn't answer Fu Tongjun's question, he really had the feeling of stealing a man behind her back.

Seeing that he refused to answer, Mr. Futong thought he had made a decision: maybe it was his own son, but he couldn't admit his identity because of face, so he could only make up a name of a spiritual pet.

She sighed and said slowly: "Actually, I'm quite open-minded. I don't mind if someone in the sect has an affair with a child. You don't have to worry about it."

???

Did this girl misunderstand something?

Mr. Fu Tong patted Yue Qianqiu on the shoulder and said: "You really don't need to care about the words of the world. Although Taoism cannot officially recognize your son's identity, it is still okay to give him the title of inner disciple. The pain of separation Although I haven't experienced it, I can understand it. If you really want to make your child happy, you can accept him as a disciple. I have no objection, and it is even less likely that others will have an objection. Having a child is nothing more than a big deal. Can't we let the child live the rest of his life as a spiritual pet?"

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Why did it evolve from a family ethics drama to a youth drama in just a few chapters and now to Qiantangjiang old uncle? !

no!Feng Ling is really not his son!How can this be explained?He is AI!He is AI! Does AI understand?Artificial intelligence!

Yue Qianqiu turned cold, and said to Mr. Fu Tong: "I'll call back Feng Ling who is playing in the mud outside, and ask him yourself if he is a spiritual pet."

"Ah? Okay." The Second Monk Futong Junzhang couldn't figure it out, watching Yue Qianqiu walk out of the door.

After Yue Qianqiu went out, he took off the hairpin on his head, shouted for the system to wake up, and summoned the system Feng Ling.

Feng Ling's stinking expression of why are you still alive is really annoying, he asked viciously: "I'm chasing dramas, why did you summon me out again?"

"Can you still follow dramas in different dimensions?" Yue Qianqiu smiled and pressed Feng Ling's head, squinting his eyes and said to him: "Your master is about to jump into the Yellow River now and you can't wash it clean, you go wash the floor for me! You called your mother in public, and made me really your mother."

Feng Ling stuck out her tongue and said, "You are my mother, so I will call you mother. If you don't give me pocket money from now on, I will surround you and call you mother every day."

"How much can I wash the floor?"

Seeing his tangled expression, Feng Ling thought that this time he would hit him hard, so she stretched out her hand and said in a slow voice, "5 taels of silver, to wash away your grievances."

"You might as well grab it!"

"How many times have you asked me to work for you for nothing? I have to pay back the principal with interest!"

Yue Qianqiu and Feng Ling were confronting each other here, he slowly stretched out his hand to make a five and said, "50 taels of silver."

"You might as well grab it!" Feng Ling rolled her eyes at Yue Qianqiu, sneered, and shouted, "Mother!"

This sound shook Mingxia Mountain, and the echo echoed across several miles.

Yue Qianqiu wanted to cover the mouth of the crumb system, but it was too late——

Mr. Fu Tong was already standing behind him.

"Mother! Why don't you recognize me! You are my own mother!" Seeing someone approaching, Feng Ling stepped forward and hugged Yue Qianqiu's waist and said, "Mother, why do you want me to be your spiritual pet? I was originally you My own son, why don't you want me? I haven't seen you for so many years, I miss you so much, and you don't even recognize me. "

As he spoke, he shed two lines of tears.

"Oscar Best Actor, this is you." Yue Qianqiu wanted to get rid of Feng Ling, but felt that he was crying too sincerely. If he was Mr. Futong, it was impossible not to think that the person in front of him was not Yue Qianqiu's son.

Fu Tongjun looked at Yue Qianqiu with a complicated face, shook his head and said: "Senior, children are innocent."

He is still childish?

This old man can live to the same age as the sky!Yue Qianqiu returned unconvinced: "This old man has lived for at least 1 years——"

After speaking, even I was surprised.

The words that blurted out were imprinted in the depths of my mind like common sense, and I wanted to recall something later, but the past was like clouds in a dream, and I couldn't grasp it no matter what.

The child's voice floated from afar, with a coquettish tone.

"Sister Tongjun! Do you think I look like a thousand years old?"

Feng Ling stepped forward, shook Mr. Fu Tong's arm and said, "Just let my mother recognize me, okay?"

Yue Qianqiu felt a splitting headache.

Feng Ling's face even became familiar, it wasn't the familiarity that they saw in the mirror, but the familiarity that they seemed to have had such a memory in the past, just like Mu Shenxue——

What are you doing, Feng Ling is a system so don't give him past and present lives.

Feng Ling turned her head to look at him, her eyes darkened, she swallowed after wanting to say something, just ran over, patted Yue Qianqiu on the back, and still joked: "Mother, it's my son who is unfilial and made mother unhappy .”

"Try calling me mother again!"

"Mother." Feng Ling blinked her innocent eyes and said, "Mother asked me to shout this."

This system is wasteful and black-bellied, how could he have set up such a system?Yue Qianqiu wanted to cry but had no tears, looking at Jun Futong who seemed to be looking at Qiantangjiang's old uncle in the distance, he could only grit his teeth and recognize Feng Ling.

"Okay! I, my, dear, son, son!" Yue Qianqiu said every word, and he leaned forward again, and discussed with Fengling's ear: "But when I was a man, could you You can't call me daddy, save yourself some face."

Feng Ling sullenly said in a low voice, "I can help you get a female number for free."

How about being a female number again?From tomorrow onwards, there will be rumors circulating in the Jianghu that he has collected all his apprentices and juniors into his account.

"Whatever you want." Yue Qianqiu was really helpless.

"I just don't want to call you master." Feng Ling said with a smile: "It makes us feel like a master-servant relationship."

"Then can't you call me the host like other system texts?"

"No," Feng Ling shook her head and said, "I prefer to call you mother."

"Brother Qianqiu can do it, please, mother really can't." Yue Qianqiu said: "One last discussion, 500 taels of silver, you can change the title to Brother Qianqiu."

Feng Ling pretended to be in deep thought for a long time, rubbing her thumb and index finger together as a hint.

Yue Qianqiu was really helpless, took out 800 taels of silver bills from his pocket, and hit Feng Ling in his hand, his eyes lost their brightness, and he murmured, "I have finally seen the method of forcing krypton."

"No way, I have to shop online even in a different dimension." Feng Ling said seriously: "Brother Qianqiu."

It sounds like Brother Qianqiu was a little nauseous at first, but it's better than 'mother'.

Yue Qianqiu wiped off his sweat, walked up to Mr. Fu Tong, and explained: "It's not okay to call 'Mother', Feng Ling will call me Brother Qianqiu from now on."

Mr. Fu Tong looked at Yue Qianqiu, then at Feng Ling, nodded and said, "I can understand you."

She thought to herself, although she doesn't care whether Yue Qianqiu has a child or not, there are many people in the Taoist sect who care. Even if everyone knows that this child is the child of Peak Lord Yue, the fig leaf must be pulled.

So the two of them talked together and confirmed Feng Ling's identity - the steward of Qianzhang Spring in Qingyan Peak.

The position is neither high nor low, so it can be regarded as an aboveboard entry without examination.

But Feng Ling didn't care, he only cared about his annual salary.

Mr. Fu Tong smiled and compared an 'eight' and said: "It's 800 taels. Compared with the peak owner, it's not much, but it's enough to spend. If Xiao Fengling is short of money, even if Feige sends the letter to me, I will pay you a lot. Open my small treasury for you."

Feng Ling's face still had baby fat on it, and it looked very easy to rub.

Mr. Fu Tong stretched out his hand and squeezed it, it was soft.

After confirming Feng Ling's matter, Mr. Fu Tong patted his head as if waking up from a dream, and said to Yue Qianqiu: "Little Feng Ling is so cute, I forgot to have something serious to tell you."

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The author has something to say:

Fengling's side story: a dialogue, because writing the pronouns of the characters would spoil the story, so I didn't write it.

"does it worth?"

"Is it worth it or not, Feng Ling, you are still young, how do you know how to please love?"

"Where can I find you in the future?"

"You can't find me anywhere."

"I will find you, whether it takes 1000 years or 1 years, our family will always be reunited."

"Feng... Ling, do I...have a future...to come?"

"Yes! I'll save you! You don't—"

Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him slowly closed his eyes. Feng Ling held the dead man's hand, and tears rolled down his eyes. The surrounding weeds can't shake.

He grabbed the dead man's hand and stuck it to his face, trying to transmit his own temperature to him.

But death is death.

The body will be cold.

The last family member also died, and in the mighty world, I was left alone at this moment.

Feng Ling got up, looked at the drowsy sky, and slowly closed his eyes. He walked aimlessly, unable to even howl loudly.

He is a creature born against the way of heaven, not a human, demon, ghost, god or Buddha. Looking at this world, no one can take him in.