Five years have passed in a flash, and it is still that small courtyard, the yard has not changed much, the flowers and plants are still the same, but there are many more facilities in it, since two or three years ago, after the Mo family came to the door, Mo Sheng was not worried that Ink was staying here alone, leaving a few henchmen to take turns to take care of him.

At that time, Liu Yun's face was very ugly, and he always felt that the other party felt that he couldn't protect his nephew. Mo Xing was assassinated in front of him was the biggest shame in his life, and if that group of people didn't die at that time, he would have solved it afterwards.

Mo Xing's death, the source of everything points to Mo Min, from his tracking down Mo Xing's past, whereabouts, and contacting Mo Xing's entourage butler Yang Bo, all the evidence has confirmed that Mo Min killed people out of love, and Mo Sheng also said so much after returning to the family.

For the few Mo family guards who stayed, Ink and Wash unceremoniously instructed them to make some gadgets according to their own requirements, and the rocking chair they were lying on at the moment was one of them, the children of the Mo family, even if they were clumsy people, they would have a little craft, because at the time of their enlightenment, the first time they taught was not, and they would not be able to do martial arts, but carpenter skills, and only when this craft had a certain foundation, they were allowed to graduate and learn other things. This is a family rule, teaching future generations not to forget their roots.

Ink is very satisfied with the recliner under him, the craftsmanship of the disciples of the Mo family is really nothing to say, the things that people have created before are either not symmetrical or not durable enough, which is like now, many things are put in the yard for a few years in the wind and sun is no problem.

On one side, a little girl has grown taller and thinner, wearing a pink dress, and the cupola on her head has also been changed to a ponytail, tied with a butterfly hairband, and a slight shake of her head will drive the butterfly wings on it, making people look lifelike. The little girl liked the birthday gift given by Ink very much, and promised to try to hold back when she wanted to play ink in the future, so that Ink almost dropped the butterfly hairpin on the ground.

The little girl was sitting on a chair at this time, copying the scriptures wholeheartedly. A little face is very red, fine beads of sweat appear on the forehead, the pen in his hand is very difficult for him to hold, and a few drops of ink have been accidentally sprinkled on the clothes, destroying the overall sense of the pink dress, the ink tries not to look at these stains, saving himself from having an obsessive-compulsive disorder attack and not daring to force the little girl to change clothes, and finally makes himself crazy.

The little girl copied the scriptures seriously, looked up at the ink on the other side of the table from time to time, saw him lying in the rocking chair and swaying back and forth, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, closed his eyes, put one in his mouth, chewed a few times casually and spit it out to the sky, looking at the other party's virtue, the brush in his hand was pinched by the little girl and was about to break.

Han Fu brought people in, and several servants behind him carried food.

"Mo'er, Xin'er, you're hungry, come and try it, this is a new dish from Zuixianlou!" Han Fu asked people to clean up Liu Xin's pen and ink while letting people serve food.

Ink lazily didn't want to get up, the new dishes? How many people are trying to eat eunuchs? No, it's really not good to say that you are eunuchs!

Those guys have been improving their cooking methods in the past few years, and humans can't stop them anymore, and the words of ink seem to open the windows of their thinking, and all kinds of animals and plants have become ingredients in their eyes. In the end, in order to stop the development of the situation, Shui Mo asked the old man Wang to gather them, personally preach to them, and finally said: "Anything is allowed to be used as an ingredient, but it is never allowed to use people!"

When I said this to them at that time, many people didn't react at once, and then vomited one by one, the ink looked around and was very satisfied, everyone vomited, if someone had a calm expression, then he would let Mr. Wang focus on that person afterwards.

When the lid of the food plate was lifted, a fragrance came, and the ink couldn't help but take a breath, it was so fragrant! The little girl also twitched her nose, attracted by the aroma, but she stared at the dishes on the plate with wide eyes and studied them for a while, and finally had to give up.

Shui Mo invited a few Mo family children standing aside, "Why don't you come and try it together?"

The three of them glanced at each other, shook their heads in unison and took a step back, since they heard the steward brought by the head of the Mo Sheng family back three years ago, at that time, the young master of Mo was also politely ordered to prepare a table of delicious food for the head of the family. At that time, the head of the family dined with them and the young master of Ink, the taste of the dish was indeed very fragrant, not only smelling, but also the taste was very good when swallowed, the head of the Mosheng family and the people who came with him bluntly said that if it weren't for the fact that there were many things in the clan, they couldn't go away often, and they really wanted to come here every day to eat. But all this was almost at the end of the meal, and the young master of ink peeled off the shell of a fried very crispy thing like fried meat strips, revealing the things that still maintained the general shape inside, and watched the young master of ink and wash it in front of a few people at that time as if nothing happened, as expected, everyone vomited up, and a few looked at what they spit out, and spent the next month drinking porridge.

Therefore, every time they take the turn, they will advise each other, don't accept the request of Young Master Ink to dine together, and don't try it even if you know that the dish is very helpful for cultivation.

Shui Mo watched the three of them retreat together, as if hiding from poisonous snakes and beasts, and couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment, not knowing how to enjoy it.

The little girl watched intently, but she refused to put down the chopsticks, staring at the ink with her big bright eyes.

Ink is very speechless, this thing is not made by himself, and he doesn't even know the material, so he returns to the little girl with the same look.

Liu Xin's mouth was nunu, and she motioned for the ink to come first, not knowing what it was, she would definitely not eat it.

Ink brushed aside the bamboo shoots covered on it, turned out the piece of meat inside, not big or small, and there was a calf next to the piece of meat, Ink made a look of sudden realization: "Look at the shape should be a bird, or a very small chicken or something like that, look at it!" said and stretched out the meat on the chopsticks in front of the little girl.

The little girl looked cautiously for a while, and after seeing the ink and wash eat it herself, she finally couldn't resist the temptation of the fragrance, picked up a piece and began to eat it, not noticing the ink and water's cunning look at all.

"Mother, why doesn't Brother Mo have to exercise lately, hasn't Dad always been very tight?" the little girl said while eating.

Han Fu glanced around, got the agreed eyes of Shui Mo, and said, "There's nothing to hide! Your brother Mo finally learned the method of absorbing aura without deliberately cultivating some time ago, and he doesn't need to meditate and cultivate every day, he absorbs aura all the time when he eats and sleeps!"

The little girl's eyes are very bright, she can still do this!

"It's useless!" Looking at his daughter and a few Mo family disciples on the side, Han Fu said, "Your brother Mo has spent a lot of money to let your father and Uncle Hao Ying plus Teacher Zhou Bin take turns to supervise, twelve hours a day, as long as the body is not absorbing aura, you will be whipped and reminded, and you haven't slept well for a few days and nights in the first few days." ”

The three Mo disciples on the side looked at each other, people can only absorb aura when they are meditating, they can only be free of distractions when they are meditating, and they can concentrate on their talents as long as they are high, and they don't need to meditate on them, but it is impossible to do this all day, mental concentration is limited, and it is impossible for people to maintain mental concentration all the time, especially during sleep time. Even if some monks are in retreat for months, it is impossible to use all the time. This kind of behavior of ink painting is to oppress one's own body, forcing the body to instinctively remember this behavior. You can't do it without that kind of perseverance and pressure.

Little girl, think about it, Brother Mo has always been a little strange before, and he is often followed by a few fathers, so that's the case.

"What about Daddy, where has he been lately?" the little girl asked with a sense of understanding, the movement of biting the meat in her mouth accelerated, Brother Mo ate too fast, and he would suffer if he was slow.

Han Fu smiled skillfully: "He and your Uncle Hao Ying are in retreat, saying that there is nothing to do and not to disturb him, it seems that you have to use your Brother Mo's method to supervise each other." ”

Ink listened to it and thought of a funny picture, two men sitting facing each other, each with a leather whip next to them, they always absorb the aura while paying attention to each other's state, as soon as they find something wrong, they immediately whip each other, this picture must be very beautiful, I can't bear to imagine.

"No wonder I haven't seen my father teach Brother Mo a lesson lately, it's not fun! By the way, what about Mr. Zhou? I haven't seen him recently. ”

Shui Mo gritted his teeth when he heard it, and he treated the meat in his mouth as a little girl to bite hard, what does it mean not to see and not teach himself a lesson!

"The painting demon of the Drunken Township Building has often appeared recently, attracting a lot of people to see it, and your teacher Zhou is almost sleeping in the Drunken Immortal Building now, and he hasn't come back for several days. ”

"Hmph, a pervert!" said the little girl.

Ink actually wants to defend Zhou Bin a few words, he is not a pervert, he is just an otaku, he doesn't know how to contact the goddess, and it is much easier to get started in the face of painting demons than in the face of living people.

Shui Mo looked at the yearning expressions of the three Mo family disciples next to him, thinking that the three of them hadn't gone out to see it when they came here, and he usually commanded them to do this and that, so he was too sorry for them, and said to them: "When the chef of the Drunken Immortal Building comes, if you are interested, you can go to the Drunken Immortal Mansion with the chef to see it, I should not be in danger if I stay in the City Lord's Mansion and don't go out, so you can rest assured, and I should give you a day off." But remember, the chef in the drunken village and the chef in the house are all together, so don't eat indiscriminately, you can order any pastries, I will say hello to the chef and give you free of charge, but you are not allowed to take it!

"By the way, Mr. Wang has also disappeared recently, why don't you see anyone?" Shui Mo thought that the last time he saw someone was more than half a month ago.

"Uncle Wang is the imperial chef in the palace, because he returned to his hometown to retire here because he was old, in recent years, he has been studying medicine and food with Master Shen Dan, and he has a great understanding of medicinal food, this time he went back to the palace to discuss with a few friends.

It's mostly show-off, isn't it? Think about it in the past few years, these days are the most casual, right? At that time, I was inexplicably trained and memorized, and I felt that I had relived the nightmare of my previous life! No, it was more of a nightmare than a nightmare!

Now that the bitterness has finally come to an end, no one cares about themselves anymore. Ink lay down, rocking the rocking chair and squinting his eyes.