Sitting cross-legged for a long time, Han Li rubbed his legs, which were swollen due to the inability of blood to circulate. Then stand your legs up and tap them lightly with your hands.

It's early summer, and it's still a little cool. Han Li was wearing the special clothes made by the Zhao Mansion, he didn't know what material it was, but it was thin but very warm. I heard the little guy who brought food to Zhao's Mansion every day say that this is the style that their young master personally designed for the master a few years ago, what kind of pajamas are they called. Pajamas, the senior brother will choose the name.

Thinking of his senior brother, Han Li slowed down his mind and grinned, secretly glad that the third uncle had saved Zhao Mu back then, otherwise how could he have intersected with a figure like his senior brother.

However, the senior brother's temperament is quite interesting, obviously he specially tailor-made clothes for himself, but he said that he wore it before, and now he can't wear it before he gave it to himself.

The food in the Zhao Mansion was also very delicious, and many dishes were unheard of by Han Li before, and there was something that everyone talked about here.

That year, Master Zhao was depressed because of the recurrence of his old illness, and he didn't think about tea and dinner. The housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion hired multiple doctors, but none of them had obvious results. Until the last doctor diagnosed and treated, took the pulse for a long time, and bluntly said that Master Zhao was not in serious trouble, it is estimated that the old injury recurred, causing him to have no appetite, and asked the cook to cook a few novel dishes for Master Zhao to eat, otherwise after a long time, he would not eat all the time, and it would become a serious illness sooner or later.

The chef of the Zhao Mansion was originally the head of a large restaurant. One day, a person in the rivers and lakes deliberately found fault and wanted to blackmail the restaurant, saying that there was too much salt in the dish, and he asked the shopkeeper to call the cook up to theorize.

The cook came to the hall from the kitchen, and saw that the people who were finding fault were tall and big, with a sideways face and bruised tendons, where did he dare to say more. At this time, when he saw the cook's promise, he was even more determined, and he planned to understand the cook's life with a knife to deter the shopkeeper.

The cook saw the big man slash with a knife, and the whole person was frightened. Fortunately, someone on the second floor saw that the road was uneven, slapped away the big knife with one palm, and kicked the big man again.

When the big man saw the idea, he fled in embarrassment. The cook thought that he had no family, and he was grateful to the person who made the shot, and he was afraid of the revenge of the Han, so he followed the righteous man, and later learned that the righteous man was the master of the Zhao Mansion and the master of the Hundred Forging Hall, so he became the cook of the Zhao Mansion.

Seeing that Master Zhao was in trouble today, and the doctor had words first, he naturally tried his best to make Master Zhao return to normal, but unfortunately, despite his frequent means, Master Zhao still had no appetite.

Later, the young master of the Zhao family was worried about the master, so he came to the kitchen and handed over a few strange dishes to the cook. As soon as the dish was served, Master Zhao moved his index finger and ate it in a hurry.

For more than a month, under the strategy of new dishes every day, Master Zhao returned to normal. Since then, there have been as many as 100 novel dishes in Zhaofu, which have been circulated to this day.

After listening to the little girl's eloquent narration, Han Li felt as if he was there, and he couldn't help but feel that Old Brother Zhao was a good person as always, the deep affection between Senior Brother and Old Master Zhao, and the strangeness of Senior Brother.

In the past three months, the more he learned about the various strange things that Senior Brother had when he was a child, the more Han Li felt admiration for this Senior Brother.

It's a pity that since the test that day, I have been practicing hard in order to break through the nameless mantra, and I have never met my senior brother again, and I don't know how my senior brother is now.

Han Li thought that he hadn't been home for almost a year, and began to miss his parents and little sister. Thinking about the money they have sent these days, if they have already received it, life at home must be better.

Thinking of this, Han Li had to cross his knees again and continue his cultivation. After all, Mo Lao only cares about the progress of the formula, and only by satisfying him with his progress can he maintain his status as a disciple of Mo Lao's personal lineage, and can he save more money to send home.

"Whew...", the window was blown open by the wind, Han Li had no choice but to get up and close the window, and saw that the wind outside the house was calm and starry, and he was secretly wondering where the evil wind came from.

Suddenly, Han Li, who had already refined into the first layer of the mantra, broke out in a cold sweat as his spiritual sense grew.

Han Li immediately turned around, and sure enough, a man in black with a mask and a slightly short figure was sitting at the head of his bed. He clasped his hands on his chest, and the deep eyes in his mask were looking at him with interest.

Han Li saw the man in black, just sitting, not acting out of the ordinary, his spirit was tense, but his tone was calm: "I don't know what the seniors are doing here."

Seeing that Han Li was taken aback by him, the black man took off his mask and said softly, "Senior brother, it's me."

The mask was taken off, revealing a face with a clear appearance, and there was still some childishness on his face, it was Zhao Mu who had infiltrated the Valley of the Divine Hand.

Seeing that it was a senior brother, Han Li let out a big sigh and relaxed his mind. Looking at the handsome face of the senior brother who was getting more and more amazing day by day, it turned a little whiter, and his tone couldn't help but be a little sour: "Senior brother, you scared me to death", and sat on the bed as he spoke.

Zhao Mu moved to the side and said tentatively: "Recently, how has Mo Lao treated you."

Han Li's mind was full of thoughts, and he said conclusively: "Mo Lao is as kind to me as a mountain, and he treats me very well on weekdays, Han Li can't wait to serve him from time to time to repay his kindness."

Zhao Mu looked at Han Li for a while, and when he saw that he was a confidant with a face dead, he sneered, and then played with the taste: "If that's the case, I'll leave immediately." Then he put away his playfulness and said, "Senior brother, senior brother asks you one last time, how does Mo Lao treat you."

Han Li heard Zhao Mu bite the words junior brother and senior brother very hard, and all kinds of memories of the past came to mind.

That day, the stone was crumpled into powder, and the man opened his mouth and said that he was in good hands.

On that day, a group of children sat in the Zhao Mansion sadly, mourning their former benefactors. The man's eyes were red, and he was grief-stricken, but he still said thank you.

That day, the man was clothed and fed since he was a child, but he ate cold steamed buns and listened to himself talk about his thoughts.

That day, the man carried himself into the room with a sound sleep on the steps, and his movements were gentle.

That day, the man called out to him and asked him to change his name to Senior Brother.

That day, the man was expressionless, carefully explained the mantra while drinking wine, and brought himself autumn clothes, which were obviously specially prepared, but only said that they were his old clothes.

There are too many memories that come to mind. Han Li was a little tired, he wanted to go home to meet his parents, he wanted to go home and hug his little sister, instead of intrigue. After all, he is still only an eleven-year-old child, and he has not yet grown to the height of admiration of thousands of people.

In the end, thinking of Mo Lao's ill intentions and fanatical expression, he was a little alone and a little difficult to support, Han Li's eyes became firm, and he decided to choose to believe Zhao Mu, believing that he really cared about him, rather than being sent by Mo Lao to test his tone.

After all...