Looking at Mo Yan with an embarrassed face, Li Chengyin, who was standing on the side, also sighed in his heart that this world is really strange.

If it weren't for Mo Yan's ability to not only recognize the secret words of the hidden door, but also reveal the highest token of the sect, the Moyu Spirit Ring, I am afraid that he would not have believed that he really had such a young little uncle.

You must know that the Li family, as an outer family that has been affiliated with the Hidden Gate for thousands of years, Li Chengyin naturally understands some things about the Hidden Gate, and there are also those brothers who have seen the master Leng Qingfeng, and kept in touch with these uncles.

But he really didn't even have any impression of Mo Yan, the little uncle who suddenly appeared.

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, I'm afraid that even Mo Yan's cheap senior brothers have never seen Mo Yan's real person.

This is because after Xianyun and the three of them accepted Mo Yan as an apprentice, Mo Yan's situation was a bit difficult. On the one hand, the three of them had to consult the medical dictionary to collect medicines and medicines to cure Mo Yan's "dementia", and on the other hand, they had to use their own true qi to assist him in his cultivation, so they naturally had no time to inform their disciples to return to the mountain to hold a ceremony of apprenticeship, so the disciples of this sect knew little about Mo Yan.

Even when Leng Qingfeng received a summons from Xianyun and explained that his disciple was taking care of his little junior brother in Kyoto, he hung up the phone without even explaining the basic information such as appearance, age, and height.

It's not that Leng Qingfeng wants to embarrass his disciple, but because he only received the news from Xianyun through the secret passage of the hidden door a few days ago, he knew that he still had a little junior brother, and he didn't know anything about Mo Yan, the little junior brother who suddenly appeared.

What made Leng Qingfeng scold his mother even more was that Xianyun Lao Dao didn't know if he did it on purpose or forgot, and he didn't even attach a photo of Mo Yan to the news.

just told him that the three of them had taken in a young junior brother for them, and they would go to school in Kyoto in a few days, so that he, the senior brother, would be arranged, and then there would be no follow-up.

The cold and outrageous information is short!

"Father, the meal is ready, you can come down with Mo Yan!" Just as the two of them fell into an awkward silence because of the chaotic generational relationship, Li Weiwei's knock came from outside the study door.

"Oh, got it. Weiwei, you go down first and wait, I will go down with Little Brother Mo Yan in a while. Li Chengyin did not dare to expose Mo Yan's identity without Mo Yan's consent.

The disciples of the Hidden Sect were born and traveled, and they basically concealed their identities from the outside world, and Li Chengyin did not dare to break this rule.

"Okay, then father, you and Mo Yan come down early, the food won't taste good if it's cold."

"yes, I know."

After Li Weimeng went downstairs, Li Chengyin turned around, bowed respectfully to Mo Yan and said, "Uncle Master, let's go down, or Wei'er and they are afraid that they will have to wait in a hurry." ”

After Li Weimeng's interruption, Mo Yan finally reacted.

Looking at Li Chengyin, who was nearly fifty years old, bowing to himself with a respectful look, Mo Yan had an indescribable awkwardness, and hurriedly hugged Li Chengyin and said: "Uncle Li, you are an elder and Sister Weiwei's father, you always make such a big gift, how can you ask Mo Yan for me to feel at ease?" ”

"But, but, the etiquette cannot be abolished, you are Chengyin's uncle, and you are the head of the family, Chengyin does not dare to make a mistake!" Li Chengyin, who has always been deeply influenced by the traditional respect for teachers and etiquette, couldn't help but be anxious when he heard Mo Yan's words.

Mo Yan was helpless, it seemed that his senior brother, whom he had never met, was indeed successful enough in terms of disciples.

Perhaps only Leng Qingfeng was present to scoff at Mo Yan's thoughts: "Hmph, that kid is a stunned wood, he has taught him tens of thousands of times, to be free, to untie the shackles of the world, to find himself, why can't he learn it all the time?" No wonder cultivation has not progressed! ”

People in the hidden door, who are free in the world, are looking for their true self, so when cultivating, they also require a free and easy heart.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the deep concept of abiding by the rules and regulations of the family that Li Chengyin has not been able to break through the last hurdle in these old years, and has stepped into the ranks of Xuan-level masters, and he is still only wandering in the late stage of the human rank.

Of course, such skills are actually very strong in the secular world. The stagnation of cultivation is also the main reason why Li Chengyin has invested his energy in the family business over the years.

"Okay, okay, in that case, let's choose a compromise. Uncle Li, when you don't have outsiders, you can call whatever you want, but if you're outside, we still have our own hands, I'll call you Uncle Li, and don't call me Uncle Boss, okay?

The thought of having a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties talking respectfully to him all day long, and facing Sister Weiwei's strange gaze, Mo Yan felt a tingling in his scalp. However, when he saw Li Chengyin's persistent eyes, his heart couldn't help but soften, and he proposed a compromise solution.

"This ...... This ......" Li Chengyin seemed to want to say something.

Mo Yan hurriedly interrupted: "It's nothing, Uncle Li, you don't want me to leave here overnight, right?" Thinking that he was afraid that he would have to live a "dire life" in the future, Mo Yan even moved out with threats.

"This, in this case, I won't be reluctant, whatever you want, then I'll call you Mo Yan from now on." When Li Chengyin saw Mo Yan's anxious look, he knew that he might not be able to persevere, so he did what Mo Yan wanted. If you can't do anything, then why force it!

"Well, okay, then Uncle Li, let's go down, Sister Weiwei, they must be in a hurry." When Mo Yan saw that Li Chengyin agreed, he was afraid of recurring twists and turns, so he hurriedly invited Li Chengyin downstairs.

"Okay, let's go!" Li Chengyin agreed this time.

When the two went downstairs to the dining room, Li Weimeng and Chen Leer were sitting at the dining table waiting for them, and the table was still full of sumptuous dishes.

What kung pao chicken, what braised lion's head, what yellow mud stewed chicken, it can be said that there is everything, and there is a big bowl of chicken soup in front of each seat.

"Wow, Brother Mo Yan, you finally came down, I heard Sister Weiwei say that you spent 50 million to take a picture tonight, give it to me, show it to me, Le'er has never seen a single painting worth 50 million when she is so big!"

After all, Chen Le'er is a child's surname, and when she saw Mo Yan going downstairs, she quickly jumped out of the chair and rushed towards him.

She heard Li Weimeng talk about tonight just now, and her heart was very itchy, and she couldn't wait to rush to the study to see the true face of the painting worth 50 million, but Li Weimeng stopped her.

Li Weimeng didn't want Chen Le'er to disturb her father's conversation with Mo Yan, although she didn't know what the two of them were talking about, but she felt that it must be very important.

"Le'er, don't mess around! Eat first. Li Chengyin, who has always doted on his second daughter, has rarely put on a parental shelf today.

Although he himself was a little curious about the paintings that Mo Yan took for 50 million, Mo Yan was still his uncle after all, how could he let Chen Le'er mess around in front of him?

Chen Le'er stuck out her cute little tongue and obediently returned to her seat. Don't look at the usual uncle smiling, it's still scary to be serious.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Li, it's not a precious thing, let Le'er see it if you want to see it." Mo Yan saw that Chen Leer was scolded by Li Chengyin, so he hurriedly came out to relieve the siege, and handed the box in his hand to Chen Leer, and then found his place and sat down.

There are only two seats in front of the table with soup, one on the main seat of the table and one next to Li Weimeng. Mo Yan naturally couldn't do anything noisy, so he looked for a seat next to Li Weimeng.

"Wow, it's better to be Brother Mo Yan." Chen Leer got what she wanted, and after thanking Mo Yan sweetly, she jumped to the sofa in the living room next to her with the box containing the paintings, and didn't even eat.

"Why is this kid not growing up!" Li Chengyin saw that Mo Yan didn't blame, so he scolded Chen Le'er lovingly, and then beckoned Mo Yan to eat, "Okay, Mo Yan, let's eat first, don't pay attention to her." Come on, try Weier's craftsmanship, our Weier's cooking skills are first-class. ”

"Well, okay, Uncle Li, you're welcome, you eat first." Mo Yan said politely.

"Okay, okay, you two big men don't have to be so polite", Li Wei dreamed that her father and Mo Yan were polite back and forth, and they refused to move their chopsticks first, and they didn't have a good attitude, "Come to Mo Yan, try the chicken soup made by my sister." ”

After Li Weimeng greeted Mo Yan, she stared at Mo Yan with a pair of threatening eyes, as if she wanted to watch him drink the chicken soup he had made with his own hands.

Mo Yan heard Li Weimeng say this, and it was not good to be polite at the moment, so he picked up the soup spoon and said, "Then Uncle Li, Sister Weiwei, I'm welcome." After saying hello, he scooped a large spoonful of chicken broth into his mouth.

"Cough" Mo Yan drank a large spoonful of chicken soup, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he coughed lightly.

Delicious? , it's so salty!

Mo Yan was so salty that he wanted to spit it out, but when he saw Li Weimeng's beautiful eyes with a hint of murderous aura, and Li Chengyin's drunken appearance, he finally swallowed it back.

"Brother Mo Yan, it's delicious! Don't worry, drink slowly, there's a lot more!. At this time, Li Weimeng's "love" voice sounded in his ears.

"Yes, Mo Yan, drink more, Wei'er's skills have improved again!" Li Chengyin also greeted Mo Yandao, and was full of praise for Li Weimeng's "craftsmanship".

And many more? Craftsmanship has improved again? Oh my god, is this craft still called progress? Li Chengyin, the "master nephew", is too "heavy-tasted", right?

Under Li Weimeng's gaze, Mo Yan endured the pain of being so salty that he couldn't speak, and sent a spoonful of chicken soup in the bowl into his mouth, and at the same time glanced at Li Chengyin a few times with strange eyes.

The latter is also drinking a big spoonful, the difference is that people are drinking with red faces and relish.

Finally, after drinking the bowl, Mo Yan thought that Li Weimeng would let him go, but soon Li Weimeng's "demon" like voice sounded again: "Come, Mo Yan, another bowl." ”

Li Wei said in a dream, and stretched out her hand to help Mo Yan fill another big bowl of chicken soup.

Mo Yan's face changed greatly, he was so frightened that his face was like death, and he looked at Li Weimeng pitifully. This Sister Weiwei is too ruthless, didn't she just touch her breasts? Do you want to play with your life so much?

Looking at Mo Yan's pitiful appearance, Li Weimeng blushed and said, "Brother Mo Yan, just now my sister was afraid that you wouldn't be able to drink the light soup, so she specially added a little more salt to you, come, try this lighter, maybe the taste will be better." ”

Mo Yan wanted to cry, so he deliberately added "points", if you add more "points", I'm afraid that someone will really die!

Sure enough, only villains and women are difficult to raise! Now Mo Yan admires Old Master Kong to the extreme.

Insightful!

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