Seeing Ling Jingya exposing his shortcomings in front of a little hairy child, Yun Xiandao's face was a little unbearable, so he suddenly stood up from the sofa and shouted at Ling Jingya loudly.

"Old Don, you"

"Okay, okay, grandpa, grandpa Tang, you both have to say a word. For decades, every time we meet, I pinch, and I think about it when I don't meet, I say are you two tired? I'm going to ignore you two if you do it again. ”

Seeing that the second old man was red and his neck was thick like two roosters, he heard the sound and came in Ling Xuexian stood between the two old men with her waist crossed, her pretty face was tense, and she stared at the two of them angrily and said.

"Okay, good Xuexian, grandpa is wrong"

"Good Xuexian, don't, don't be angry, Grandpa Tang doesn't care about him."

Looking at Ling Xuexian, who had her hands on her hips and her face was tense, Ling Jingya and Old Man Du hurriedly stopped fighting, and coaxed Ling Xuexian with a smile on their faces.

"Damn, that's okay?" Mo Feng, who was standing on the side with his eyes wide open and watching the two old men fight, was suddenly stunned by Ling Xuexian's move.

After a "turmoil", the meal was already ready, and everyone sat around the table under Ling Jingya's greeting.

It was only now that Mo Feng learned from Ling Jingya's mouth that the inconspicuous old man in front of him was the person in second place in Maoshan Mountain, except for the Yunhe Dao Chief, he was the most senior.

Since his first trip to the National Security Base, Mo Feng's cognitive world has undergone earth-shaking changes during this time, while slowly digesting abilities such as Bing Hao and Qin Mu, some religions that only exist in novels have also begun to break into Mo Feng's field of vision, among which Mo Feng's most memorable is this Maoshan faction.

Qin Mu also emphasized him when introducing the Yunhe Dao people on the spot, Qin Mu vaguely revealed that the identity of the Yunxian Dao people is Tang, and it seems that it also has something to do with national security.

Thinking that my father was able to persist until now, this Yunxian Dao person has contributed a lot. Mo Feng suddenly had a good impression of this raunchy Yunxian Daoist.

There were six people sitting in this table in the private room, Ling Jingya, Yun Xiandaoren, Ling Yue and his wife, Mo Feng and Ling Xuexian, and the other family members were all dining at the table in the hall outside.

Under Ling Jingya's repeated requests, Mo Feng sat between Ling Jingya and Yun Xian Dao Chief, and Ling Xuexian was also pulled to his side by Yun Xian Dao people, and in the end, it was Ling Yue and his wife who accompanied him in the last seat.

Although he is very uncomfortable with Ling Jingya's enthusiasm, given that he is Ling Xuexian's grandfather. Seeing that his love for Ling Xuexian didn't seem to be fake, so Mo Feng didn't deliberately guard against anything except for keeping an eye on his words.

After the food was served, Ling Jingya proposed to drink the wine brought by Mo Feng today, and Yun Xiandao, as a guest, naturally had no objection. What's more, a person of his status has never drunk any wine, what kind of wine can this Mo Feng bring with him at such a young age, whether it is a little more expensive on the market.

Being able to drink a sip of Mo Feng's wine can be regarded as giving this young man a face. This kind of thinking is not only old man Du. Except for Ling Xuexian, everyone here has the same idea. This kind of thinking is also normal for a family like theirs.

Before Mo Feng came, because there was no corresponding packaging box, he used a gift box without labels at home to pack the two jars of wine, so he couldn't tell what brand of wine it was from the outside.

"Hehe, Fang family boy, what kind of wine is this? Why doesn't there even have a label on the bottle? ”

"Huh? Blue? ”

Ling Jingya just took the bottle out of the box and took a look. I only heard an exclamation, and before Ling Jingya could react. was snatched by the Yunxian Daoist who was sitting on the other side of Mo Feng.

"Old man Tang, what are you? Blue? ”

Seeing that the wine in his hand was suddenly snatched away, his eyes widened angrily, and Ling Jingya, who was shouting at Yun Xian Dao people, shouted halfway, as if he suddenly understood something, and looked at Yun Xian Dao Ren who was holding the bottle with trembling hands at the moment and asked with a look of surprise.

"That's right. It is really blue and white, the glaze is white and blue, the glaze is smooth and translucent, smooth and moisturizing, and the glaze shows duck egg blue. The brightness of the glaze often flashes God, this is a treasure in blue and white, Yuan Zhizheng blue and white! ”

Old man Du didn't seem to hear Ling Jingya's surprise question, his eyes seemed to be glued to the bottle, and he couldn't pull it out again. Talking to himself, a series of blue and white characteristics from the Yuan Dynasty to the Zheng Dynasty were spit out by him in one breath, and then he opened his mouth wide, and he gasped for a while before he could be considered relieved.

Mo Feng only knew that this Yunxian Daoist was very moral, but what he didn't know was that Yunxian Daoist was an expert in signing ancient porcelain, and it was said that the ancestor of Yunxian Daoist made porcelain for the court.

Hearing Old Man Du say so surely, except for Ling Xuexian and Mo Feng in the room, everyone in the room stared closely at the big-bellied porcelain altar in the hands of Daoist Yun Xian, and even their eyes became hot.

This is not that everyone is greedy for this blue and white vase, Ling Jingya's study also has a few blue and white tweed that act as a façade. But if you can make Old Man Du so out of shape, the preciousness of this bottle is intriguing.

"Old Tang, are you sure you didn't look away?" Ling Jingya asked Old Man Du in a slightly trembling voice, and while Yun Xiandao didn't pay attention, he quietly placed the other same jar in the box in front of him under his chair.

"You don't believe what I say, you're insulting" Before the Yunxian Dao man, who was angry because of Ling Jingya's doubts, finished speaking, Ling Jingya, who came to the back of the Yunxian Daoist, snatched the jar from the Yunxian Daoist's hand, and then quickly ran back to his seat.

Looking at Ling Jingya, who was acting like a child, Ling Xuexian suddenly covered her face, shame! After a moment, he raised his head and quietly glanced at Mo Feng opposite. I thought that Mo Feng, as the owner of the bottle, would be a little excited after learning the value of the bottle, but to Ling Xuexian's surprise, Mo Feng's eyes were all indifferent, and there was no excitement and remorse after learning about the peerless treasure.

"Old ghost Ling, you and a junior from other people gave you such a precious gift, are you really embarrassed to accept it? If you accidentally spread it one day, I'm afraid that outsiders will call you greedy for money! ”

When Yun Xiandao was holding the bottle and couldn't put it down, he was suddenly snatched back by Ling Jingya without warning, and he was just about to get up to grab it, but he thought that this was originally a gift from Mo Feng to Ling Jingya, so he got up half of his ass and sat down again.

sat down, but his mouth was not idle, and as soon as his old eyes widened, he began to sneer at Ling Jingya.

Ling Jingya, who was happily putting the two jars together, heard what Daoist Yun Xian said, his body shook slightly, and the excitement on his face suddenly disappeared, this old thing is ugly, but there is some truth in it! (To be continued.) )