readx;? Regarding the age of Mo Chenyan, Ling Caiwei was as curious as Yan Feiying. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhy is it that a nearly 100-year-old man has a face as young as a 20-year-old?

The six eyes of the three of them were staring at Mo Chenyan's face, as if the answer was written on his face.

Mo Chenyan was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't answer the question directly, but asked Yusuo: "Why do you want to know my age?"

Yusuo habitually brushed the beard on his chest and fluttered into the air again, glaring at Ling Caiwei fiercely, this matter is not over. Ling Caiwei was not in a hurry to avoid his eye attack, so she had to smile like a delicate flower to make up for the mistake she had made the day before.

Fortunately, Yusuo's attention was now focused on Mo Chenyan and did not continue to delve into it.

He paced to Mo Chenyan with his back hand, walked around him, and his eyes lit up excitedly: "You are really the descendant of the Mo Chen family! ”

Ling and Yan were confused when they heard this, but Mo Chenyan's expression was grim, and he stared at him vigilantly.

Yu Su burst into laughter again, and this laughter suddenly stopped at the most cheerful moment, he stared at Mo Chenyan inquiringly, then at Ling Caiwei, and asked him, "Why did you lie to the girl, what are your intentions?"

"Master lied to me?" Ling Caiwei was stunned.

Mo Chenyan's face turned red inexplicably.

Ling Caiwei pulled his sleeve and asked softly, "Master, what are you lying to the disciples?" She thought for a while, and suddenly asked loudly, "Master, you, you, you can't lie to me with fake jewelry, right?"

Yan Feiying suddenly felt dizzy. Xiao Yecai didn't know what to stimulate, and recently got into the eye of money. None of the questions asked were off topic.

He felt that it was better for him, a smart man, to come out and ask her questions to find out the truth.

"Millennial demon, how old are you?"

Mo Chenyan did not tell Ling Caiwei the truth about one thing. It's about his age.

However, that doesn't mean he lied to her.

It was she who peeked at the "Hand Tie" guarded by the Imperial Scorpion and guessed his age.

As everyone knows, she was wrong at all. However, she likes to call him a thousand-year-old demon, and he doesn't care. Originally, he was burdened with the age of the Mochen family.

Ling Caiwei tugged at his sleeve again and called Master.

Actually, he didn't like her to call him Master. However, he didn't know if she would have been so good to him if she hadn't been his apprentice?

"Girl, your master is not a thousand-year-old demon. If I'm not mistaken, he's thirty years old at most. The fisherman looked at the ink dust and asked, "Is the old man right?"

Mo Chenyan suddenly smiled, looked at his good apprentice, and replied calmly, "That's right. Under the age of twenty-nine. ”

He was relieved for a while. But Ling Caiwei stared at him in shock with her big eyes, looking at him incredulously.

Yan Feiying's hair immediately stood on end, and her whole body was on alert. It's broken, it's broken! It's a big-tailed wolf hiding next to Xiao Yecai! He complained in his heart, and accidentally had another competitor.

"You are ten years older than me!" Ling Caiwei calculated the age difference in her heart, feeling that although she had always been very disrespectful to this master, she thought in her heart that he was at least a hundred years old and very comfortable getting along.

Suddenly found that the "thousand-year-old demon" on weekdays was only ten years older than him, thinking about his behavior on weekdays, an indescribable taste came to his heart.

Yu Su pondered the ink dust and looked at Ling Caiwei's eyes, and sighed in his heart. Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass. The two men in front of him are estimated to be tortured by his elven tricky little apprentice.

Mo Chenyan didn't answer Ling Caiwei's question, pulled back her sleeve and walked towards the pharmacy.

"Wait. Ling Caiwei called out to him.

He stopped.

She asked, "Why does that book say that you were born in that dynasty?" If she hadn't been misled by the book, she wouldn't have been fooled by him all the time.

Yusu stopped the topic and asked Mo Chenyan to open a pharmacy, because in the courtyard, he heard a patient calling for the door outside.

"I'll explain to you why you misunderstood his age. Yusu touched his stomach and said, "However, can you fill the temple for me first." Aren't you hungry?"

As soon as Yusuo reminded her, Yan Feiying also felt that her stomach was empty, and pushed Xiao Yecai to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Ling Caiwei couldn't help it, seeing that he was still injured, although she kept jumping up and down, her face was ugly.

She looked at the back of Mochen Yan, put aside her doubts for a while, and quickly made breakfast for them, while Yusu talked about the legend of the Mochen family.

According to legend, all the heirs of the Mochen family have a single name and a cigarette character. Even their age is inherited from the age of the first founder of the Ink Dust Family.

For the sake of commemoration, but also for the sake of continuity. Because of the particularity of the martial arts they practiced, their lifespans were very short. And in order to break this cursed fate, they used this method to calculate the age of the heir.

In fact, Ink Dust is the fourth successor of this family. And he is currently the one who has survived the longest time on earth.

Ling Caiwei interrupted Yusuo's narration and asked him curiously, "How do you know these secrets?" This is about the secret history of a family, does Uncle Shi have some kind of connection with this family?

Yusuo's calm face suddenly flashed with a look of pain, and it was fleeting. But it was keenly captured by the careful Ling Caiwei.

He looked at the bowl of white porridge in front of him, and suddenly asked her, "Your master hasn't eaten yet, hurry up and call to replace him." The past is like smoke, long gone. I'll tell you when I think about it. Go ahead. I'm going to change the medicine for that monkey brother in a while. ”

Yan Feiying almost squirted out a mouthful of porridge, and wanted to contradict him for two sentences, but suddenly changed her mind.

Xiao Yecai regarded him as a relative, and almost obeyed his words, he couldn't offend this old man. Moreover, he also has to win him over to his side, defeat Mo Chenyan, and snatch the little wild vegetables.

Having made up his mind, he swallowed the choking porridge as if he hadn't heard.

Ling Caiwei wore a veil on her face, and obediently went to the pharmacy to replace the ink dust and smoke to eat, and the tacit understanding between the two was still there. He had already taken care of everything for her, and when she got there, she sat down and took the pulse of the patients in the queue.

Ten patients in the morning and ten patients in the afternoon every day. The rule had not changed, but when she was about to call it a day after prescribing medicine to the tenth patient, a man sat across from her.

She was bowing her head to pack her things, but she refused without raising her head: "I'm sorry, ten patients have already finished reading, you can come back in the afternoon." ”

"Doctor, can you add a number, I'm very sick!" the man's low, familiar voice sounded in Ling Caiwei's ears, and her head suddenly "buzzed" with a roar. A heart was about to pop out unobeyedly, and as soon as her hand holding the pulse pillow slipped, something rolled to the ground.

She hurried to pick it up, and the man bent down and bowed his head. Her hand grasped the pulse pillow, but his big hand grabbed her little trembling hand, and he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your hand is still so cold!"

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