Fix your sister's fairy

"Is there anything I can't see for you, Lao Tzu? Could it be the serialization of the new Spring Palace map launched by the Academy?" The old man waved his hand, and Mo Yi was poured into the mountains of scrolls before he could even see the old man's movements. For a while, he was overwhelmed by the collapsed scroll, and the martial arts master was so terrifying that he abused him as if he were playing.

'Damn. Mo Yi secretly scolded that the owner of this body before he crossed was positioned as an idle gentleman in the family. With the evil servant behind him, he can't describe him anymore when he goes to the street with a birdcage to tease the women of a good family, holding a stick to drive away the tiger and bite people, and laughing in the back is his real positioning!

"What kind of scum positioning is this, does my father know that his son is unruly and low? Mo Yi cursed in his heart, and at the same time, he kept pushing away the scrolls piled up in front of him, he got up and looked at his father.

The old man touched his chin and looked intently at the cowhide scroll on the desk, and when he was looking at it, he brought Mo Yi's teacup over and dried it in one gulp.

"Don't look at it, I'm just suddenly interested in these legends. Mo Yi coughed and moved to the desk, he saw the light from the old man's eyes, and sighed in his heart.

Who is his father, that is, the old man in front of him? The current patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Tianjiao!

The word legend is no longer enough to describe Mo Tianjiao's life. Starting from the grassroots, assisting the founding emperor of Yiguo to build the country, and then accompanying Yitai and Wu Yihuang to set the country, until now he has 80% of the troops of Yiguo, and he is manipulating the outside and the inside, Mo Tianjiao is the living founding marshal in Yiguo**.

Then again, Mo Tianjiao is a dead man, and in the words of the founding emperor, he is: his wife and daughter run away with someone and don't look back.

There are only three possibilities for what Mo Tianjiao has identified: implementation, implementation, and implementation

It's so domineering, so cool, it's the best among the old men! This is not the most exciting, what is exciting is that Mo Tianjiao has lived from the founding of Yiguo three hundred years ago to the peak of Yiguo now, and he can be called a living fossil that can run, jump and cut people.

If Mo Tianjiao says now, "Don't worry about these things, go and study." "

In the next second, he could only obediently gnaw on books and prepare for exams.

If he protested, Mo Yi would be dragged out of the military stick for a hundred years and think about it behind closed doors for a year.

That's right, it's the kind of military stick that a man as strong as an ox can't withstand with a stick, and Mo will have to suffer a hundred blows. What should I do if I am killed? Don't worry, the famous doctor of the Mo family has gone to the sea, and Hua Tuo and Bethune may not be able to pull out two.

The most painful thing is to face the wall for a year, and the Mo family should have been demolished by those three bastards wearing the halo of the protagonist.

Mo Tianjiao slapped the table, the tea cup on it jumped and then fell to make a crisp collision sound, Mo Yi's heart also jumped, if there was an electrocardiogram on the side now, Mo Yi would find that his heart had a perfect W move.

Mo Tianjiao turned his head, looked at Mo Tianjiao with a torch in his eyes, and said, "You kid...... Want to cultivate immortals?".

Mo Yi opened his mouth, standing in front of him was his biological father in this life, and the memory of his original body damning made it impossible for him to lie to this man.

"Yes, the child is a little interested, cultivating immortals, who doesn't want to, people with knowledge and courage should reverse this day. Mo Yi looked out the window and said casually, "Isn't there an old saying, my life is up to me." "

"Cultivate your sister's immortal!" The old man slapped Mo Yi on the back of the head, although the strength was controlled, it still made Mo Yi dizzy and almost fell to the ground. "You kid don't read books, you play with these imaginary things all day long, where do you come from the immortals to fix it for you!".

"Child...... Mo Yi gritted his teeth and insisted, in fact, he comforted himself many times, those three people were just a coincidence, and the reality was that there were no three bastards with the halo of the protagonist to demolish his house. But he thought deeply, everything was too coincidental, he crossed over, met these three guys, and learned about the existence of immortal cultivators. Everything seems to be a harbinger of one thing: the broken clan eats jujube pills (sooner or later they have to play).

"When did you learn to call yourself 'child'? Didn't you always call yourself 'Lao Tzu' before?" Mo Tianjiao glanced at Mo Yi suspiciously and said, "Did you go out and take the wrong medicine with that kid Wen Chen?"

Mo Yi put his heart sideways, and said very straightforwardly, "I just want to cultivate immortals, how can I drop it." "

The imaginary anger didn't come, it came with a slap on the shoulder, almost sending him to the ground.

"Yo he, have you learned to play tricks? You weren't so fat in front of Lao Tzu before. Mo Tianjiao squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Yi and said, "Could it be that which immortal took you away?"

Mo Yi broke out in a cold sweat for a while, he was indeed a winner, but he was not an immortal, but a Cambridge doctor of psychology standing under the red flag in the 21st century.

"Look scares you. Mo Tianjiao sat on the table with a fart, using the priceless scroll to pad the dice, and the worst thing was that he twisted restlessly, almost tearing the scroll.

Mo Yi looked at this scene and said that he would need to wear a gas mask to check this scroll in the future, provided that there was a gas mask in this era...... But there are masks.

Judging from the fragmentary memories of this body, Mo Tianjiao was bohemian, but Mo Yi didn't expect Mo Tianjiao to be uninhibited enough to use top-secret documents to pad the dice.

Since he is an old rascal, then it is much easier to do, if it is a rigid old man Mo Yicai, who is a crepe crepe, he really has no chance.

Mo Yi's eyes rolled and then knelt down with a pop, he threw himself to the ground and shouted loudly, "Coach...... Ah no, Dad, I want to cultivate immortals!".

Mo Tianjiao's head was not lowered, he reached out and pounded from the belly of Mo Yi's table for a while, and took out a little colored and unhealthy little yellow book from the wooden board mezzanine and read it.

Hell, this bastard actually wants to invade even his own remaining personal privacy! Mo Yi looked up and saw that Mo Tianjiao almost scolded his mother for what he did, this old man is so bad, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is immoral.

As if sensing Mo Yi's gaze, Mo Tian said slowly, "Cultivate your sister's immortal." "

Before Mo Yi could react, Mo Tianjiao casually stuffed the little yellow book into his sleeve and walked to the door with his back hand, and at the same time said, "Your treasure is boring, next time I go to collect some good goods, I will check it regularly." "

Looking at the sturdy but slightly rickety back, Mo Yi fell into deep thought, what is this old man? He did not explicitly refuse or block his mouth, and his words were extremely vulgar. The outside world and Mo Yi's memory fragments of Mo Tianjiao's positioning are: martial arts, domineering, bold and outspoken, where does a person who dares to accuse the emperor in the court have so many curves.

In an instant, as if thunder had passed through his brain, Mo Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head and muttered, "Cultivate my sister's immortal?"