(Thank you for me to go to the classmates' update ticket - OX∩ one ∩ KO - two more to send. Run away. Continue to codeword--)

The number of people at the inner gate and the outer gate of Izumo Mine is placed there. There are not so many disciples than other spiritual peaks who can "squander", let them slowly survive the fittest. Pull out the top disciples to concentrate on cultivating. She can only use the stupidest and most effective methods. Arm them in full force. It is better to arm to the teeth. Build them into a tough team that will be difficult to defeat. A team that can also break the opponent's fangs

At the same time that the ink dyed clothes fully accepted her identity as the senior sister of Izumo Peak. He took over the whole peak. This is an inescapable responsibility. What she carried. It is the fate of the entire Izumo Mine. ~

There is a stubborn thing in the bones of ink-dyed clothes. When she decided it was something she had to do. She'll make it right. No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, it can't stop her.

Perhaps under the influence of the goddess of the night. She probably didn't even notice it. Now in her mind. With more and more "violence factor". She has completely integrated into and recognized the world.

Strength is king. Speak with your fists

Izumo Peak who fell from the clouds to the ground. This is the most powerful proof of this.

And her master is the body lì line to verify this again. Barbarism, simplicity and brutality, with a strong force value to sweep away a questioning voice.

She feels that such a "straightforward" way of doing things is more appealing to her heart. Let a qiē hypocrisy. Intrigue and intrigues. To hell with it

Mo Shi'an and Su Niang were placed in a courtyard not far from the Mo family's main sect.

Before we can walk in. There was a thick or faint scent of flowers in the air. High courtyard wall. It doesn't seem to be able to stop the beauty of that room. There is a sense of smell that tickles the path of the person.

Her mood was as bright as the morning glow. Walk briskly.

"Daddy" cheered like a little girl, with her immature and delicate age that had long since passed away.

"It's Yiyi. Yiyi is back," Su Niang exclaimed. There was a deep joy in his voice.

"Shocked something. Don't open the door for your daughter," Mo Shi'an's voice came out, revealing a hint of old age and joy.

The ink-dyed clothes stood at the door. Honestly waiting for Su Niang to open the door.

"Squeak" the door is open. Su Niang is smiling. Dragged her over. The hands are no longer as white as they remember. Yellowish tinge. The calluses between the fingers are also a little thicker. ~

The hands trembled slightly, but they firmly clenched the hands of the ink-dyed clothes. Reluctance to let go.

"Why did you come back? Something can't be in the door, right? See your sister? Isn't she out yet? Mo Shi'an looked worried. I also miss my little daughter who has been in seclusion all year round. lest there be anything wrong with the eldest daughter in the door.

The heart of a parent. That's pretty much the case. Even in the mouths of others. I learned that the two daughters are very promising. And it's a skill they can't even think of, but in their eyes. These two. It's all their children, the flesh that fell from them. A treasure that binds the heart all his life.

"I'm thinner than the last time I saw it," Su Niang endured. But tears were still rolling in the eyes.

After the ink-dyed clothes came back. They just met in a hurry in this sect. During that time, the Mohist sect was visited every day. Inquire openly or secretly about the ink dyeing clothes. Some people even put their brains on the old couple. I want to talk to them. Though the two men are mortal. But after all, I've lived for decades, and I still have the eyesight to do this. All pretend to be deaf and dumb. and left decisively. Go back to your own home. Bought a bunch of items for daily needs. Closed the door and lived a small life of isolation.

"It is said that even if you see your child every other day, you will feel that your child has lost weight. I didn't believe it before. Now it's believable. Ink dyed clothes laughed and quipped. Take Su Niang's arm. Squinting slightly, he gently snuggled up to Su Niang's body. Enjoy the rare warmth.

"Oh, you kid. Also joked as a mother. Wait until you become a mother too. I know that this is a piece of my mother's heart...... "Su Niang's prime number is getting bigger. And the people became shy. When we didn't meet. It always feels like there's a thousand words to say. When we met, I couldn't remember what to say. And he turned one thing over and over again. The more important it is, the more it makes sense. The more you have to say it a few more times, the better. Let the girl feel that she attaches importance to this matter.

To say that Su Niang is the most worried now. It's probably the marriage of two daughters.

She also knew that she couldn't be the master of her daughter. I know that the Mo family has different plans for them. It's okay to just think about getting married. It's okay to recruit redundantly. Let's do it all. How many years can they watch them? While they are now deaf and clear-sighted. The body is also good. Hurry up and give birth to the doll. They can also take it and see it. He died immediately. It's also reassuring

Have such a mind. I always bring up the topic of children. made the ink dyed clothes cry and laugh.

She's still young, okay

At least among the cultivators. That's true.

Don't talk about children. It's just that the other half doesn't have a score

In fact, look at the ink-dyed clothes. One is more at ease. There are not a few cultivators who do not have a partner

Can. Difference in profession makes one feel worlds apart. This kind of thing is somewhat inexplicable to Su Niang. She was always smiling and vague. Obediently listen to Su Niang's chatter. I just felt that the voice made her settle. The content of the voice was not half a word in the head.

"Xiaoyu, this kid. Fight small. Practice every day. Don't say come back to see us often. Su Niang and Mo Dye Yi complained.

"You know what. Cultivation is the right path. Xiaoyu is diligent. Shouldn't you put it on you? Is there such a mother as you? Nonsense," Mo Shi'an straightened his face.

Su Niang pouted. Dyed his clothes with ink. Meaning, look at your father's virtue

Ink-dyed clothes snickered. They all say that they are old and young. The older you get, the younger. That's true.

However・・・・・・ she has not been back for ten years. Does Daddy get old so fast?

There was some sadness in my heart.

"Old man. Look at our clothes. Isn't it pretty? The eyes are a little bigger. The bridge of the nose is also more stiff than before. Looking at the complexion is also more ruddy than before...... "Su Niang's cooked chopping vegetables" Dangdang Dang "The sound of "Dangdang" sounded rhythmically. Thin shredded vegetables are neatly lined up and stacked.

"Say you don't understand and still don't accept it. Cultivators have countless elixirs. It's okay to make people more beautiful, just to make your old woman a little girl in her twenties." And it's Lingmi. His eyes are not very good all these years. I had to squint slightly. Over and over again. Slow and careful water crossing. For fear of shedding a grain of rice.

In fact, they have never broken this spiritual rice, but he is reluctant to eat it. I always want to wait for the two girls to come back and eat. said that Yiyi and Xiaoyu were doing very well in the door. He is not fully believed. Those who have not experienced it personally cannot experience the feeling of being shabby on the surface and on the inside. Spirit Stone. How much is not enough to spend. These spiritual rice are stored and add up. Not less. What can't they eat?

"Where am I getting old? People say I'm young, like a young daughter-in-law in her thirties. Su Niang stood up proudly. The conversation changed." But I don't think Xiaoyu has changed. What was it like before. What is it still ...... now?"

"I worry about those who don't. I say. You're quick with your hands and feet. Our girl is waiting to eat," Mo Shi'an muttered.

"Alright, alright. That's good. It's because I'm getting old and I don't want to see me anymore. Su Niang muttered. The hands are not idle at all. The oil in the pan is well heated. A kitchen knife in hand. The dishes on the wooden board are all on the blade of the knife. Pour it into the pot and wipe it with your hands. I changed my hand and replaced the kitchen knife with a spatula. The seasoning was added quickly. The stir-fry is as smooth and natural as a cloud.

"I just said that I am not old. Now admit it. Mo Shi'an didn't say a few words, as if he was uncomfortable.

Ink-dyed clothes stood outside the door. The corners of the lips are naturally hooked. Deepen. Deeper・......

"Your grandfather came to find you. Although there are many of the fourth brothers, they are not. But you are always cousins・・・・・・ let him let him. Your mother and I raise flowers at home. It's more leisurely. Mo Shi'an said slowly.

Ink-dyed clothes silently. If only my father knew everything that ink dyed brocade had done. I'm afraid I won't say that they are cousins.

Speaking of which, though. Ink-dyed brocade is really thick-skinned. Their relationship is simply not repairable. She can still come and take advantage of her family. Is. She didn't even know what to say.

Think about it too. A concubine whose man is not at home. The family is not to be seen. The teacher is not waiting to be seen. The cousin who was the mother of the house was even more unwelcome. How sad it is that life is uncertain.

"That was the idea of the ink-dyed clothes?" Ink-dyed clothes asked casually.

"It's always your fourth brother who has come forward. But listen to what he says. It doesn't seem to be doing well after dyeing brocade and getting married. Su Niang sighed and said.

The older a person gets, the more softened he becomes.

It is even easier to sympathize with the "weaker" party.

"Does Xiaoyu know about this?" She lowered her eyes. Don't let too much emotion be exposed.

The old couple looked at each other. Said curtly: "You know Xiaoyu's character. We...... I didn't talk to her about it. ”

She knew it

With her old sister's stinky temper. It's good not to have trouble dyeing brocade. Can you still be kind enough to care about her life or death?

At this time, the two realized that the love of the eldest girl was a little wrong. only to remember. The eldest girl is gentle and gentle on the surface. In fact, he is a person who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside. I have an idea in my heart. Let alone. They didn't do it right in the first place. That shop was "earned" by two girls. There's no reason for them to secretly pass it on to someone else.

"It's just a shop. Send it. But dad and mom. Don't use your own things to supplement others in the future. Let's be hungry and full. When sleeping in a leaky house. People don't care about how we live. She paused. continued: "And . . . Since our family has passed the sect. In the future, you should pay attention to the title. ”

"Yes. This has to be changed. Mo Shi'an said resolutely.

They can't help their daughters. You can't hold your daughter back. Those who have converted to religion. I also call someone else a father and grandfather. It's so inappropriate.

"Mother's savings. Look at your dad in the future. Su Niang also nodded busily.

"Clothes. That shop was run by the girl we to. Don't blame her. Mo Shi'an suddenly remembered something. admonished.

"Ruomei?" The ink-dyed eyes flashed." Is she still following Xiaoyu now? ”

"yes, thanks to her. Otherwise, your sister has that temperament. I don't know how to take care of myself. And he is always guilty. I don't know how many people will be offended. Su Niang said with a smile.

The speaker has no intention and the listener has the intention

Ink-dyed clothes heard something else from inside.

"That's right. There's a smukken girl. Said that you entrusted her to help take care of Lingtian. When you're away. They sent us the spirit stones and the spirit rice. Hey. That's a good boy too. Yiyi. You have to thank people. You've been going for ten years. People can still keep their promises. It's not easy, it's such a good person now. Not much. Mo Shi'an got up and grabbed a box from under the bed. The spirit stones are all here. We'll keep it for you. "A smile on his face. Even the wrinkles are flying.

"Ran Xun?" Ink-dyed clothes were surprised." Do you send it every year? ”

She had wondered why her magic circle on the periphery of the Refining Hall's spiritual field hadn't been deserted. Went and looked it up. I know that this Ran Xun junior sister has been taking care of it. Only if she kept the harvest or everything to herself. I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the Lingtian is also put away.

But now I know the truth from my father's mouth. I was a little moved. As Mo Shi'an said. Now such a good man who keeps his promises. Not much.

"It's not bad. Daddy will help you memorize it all by pen. Ran Xun said that he also had to remove the spirit stone consumption of the magic circle outside the Lingtian. I also went to inquire about it. It's all good, too. Mo Shi'an handed over another booklet. The above neatly records a certain year and a certain month. How much reels are earned. How many spirit stones are cloudy. It is clearly the handwriting of her father Mo Shi'an.

Seemingly. This is the "ledger" that my father remembers.

"Ran Xun. I made a note of it. Be sure to thank her when you go. "Ink-dyed clothes are under Mo Shi'an's gaze. Put away the books. Positive color channel.

The latter nodded in satisfaction. There was a little pride in his eyes.

His daughter is not one of those who built a foundation. It will not be forever. The kind of person who looks down on the friends he once made.