"It's not a manifestation, it's a manifestation in person." An Qingli returned to his original appearance and appeared in front of Liu and An Qingtao.
"My son!" The white-haired Liu shouted excitedly again and ran towards An Qingli, three steps at a time.
An Qingtao was stunned and looked at An Qingli who looked like a god coming to earth.
This is actually his sister?
You are so young, you are over fifty years old, you have the appearance of sixteen or seventeen years old, don't you look old?
"She's her sister?"
An Qingtao couldn't believe his eyes.
Over the years, due to Liu's high praise, An Qingli has been deified in An Qingtao's heart.
Now, in An Qingtao's eyes, An Qingli is indeed like a god, clean and elegant, with a fairy spirit, and his skin color is so white that it shines in the candlelight, unlike a person in this world.
It's not that An Qingtao has little knowledge, but that although he was born in the An family, he was blocked from the high wall of the An family's ancestral home because he had no spiritual roots.
The inside and outside of the wall are like two worlds. Anjia inside the wall is even more mysterious than the imperial city of Chu State.
An Qingtao only went in once when he was five years old, when he was testing his spiritual roots, and he was guided by a special person. He only vaguely remembered a large courtyard inside the wall.
Liu also followed An Qihuan's instructions and did not mention too much about the monks' magical powers and lifespans, so An Qingtao's knowledge of the monks was limited to his father and sister.
Especially his sister An Qingli, in the Liu family's opinion, she is the most amazing person in the world, and she can't even look down on the position of the Queen.
An Qingli looked at An Qingtao, raised his lips and smiled: "It's true that she is your sister. But as a younger brother, you have to pray sincerely for me to live for thousands of years."
An Qingtao's face trembled, and he was very surprised: "Ten million years, so long?"
I wouldn’t dare think about it if I were a thousand years old, let alone tens of millions of years old.
An Qingli pinched the fat on his face, raised his eyebrows and said: "The emperor in this world can only live a hundred years, and people wish him a long life. I am a monk, and wishing me a long life can make me happy."
An Qingtao protected his fleshy face, endured the pain, and said quickly: "Sister is right, I will enjoy eternal blessings and live a long life for thousands of years."
An Qingli let go of his hand, twirled the grease on his fingers, frowned and said: "From now on, eat less meat, eat more vegetarian food, and run around twice when you have nothing to do, you know."
An Qingtao felt aggrieved: "Sister, I can't run, is it okay if I don't run?"
He had obviously been praying to the Immortality Card just now, praying that his mother would not force him to lose weight. However, when her real sister showed up, the first thing she did was to force him to lose weight.
Could it be that what he was praying for was a fake tablet, and what he prayed for in his heart was what she forced him to do in return?
"Don't run?" An Qingli was not as sincere as Liu, and kicked An Qingtao to the ground, kicked him all over his body, and said solemnly, "It's okay not to run, but crawl instead. From now on.
Instead of using three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, crawl on the ground in the morning and evening. If you don't crawl for half an hour every time, eat grass instead of meat."
An Qingtao lay on the ground like a giant toad, slowly raised his chin, looked at Liu with aggrieved eyes, and accused the rumored fairy sister with his eyes.
Beauty is beautiful, but it is not a good temper.
Mrs. Liu watched eagerly from the sidelines as her daughter trained her son, secretly applauding in her heart.
It is true that a loving mother often fails, but she has a lot of grievances and wants to tell her good daughter.
"Do you remember what I just said?" An Qingli kicked An Qingtao, "Start climbing now. If you don't lose ten pounds in a month, I will throw you to the farm to do farm work and let you, the second generation ancestor, experience it."
The suffering of the people depends on how long you can be lazy and eat well."
An Qingtao let out a pitiful whine and crawled around the room on his hands and feet.
What a cruel sister, she is not the Tsing Yi fairy she imagined at all!
An Qingli's glorious image was shattered in An Qingtao's eyes.
But An Qingli kicked An Qingtao again, dissing him for crawling slower than a tortoise, and scolded him: "Looking at your fat body and weak body, it is obvious that you can't eat anything. It's OK to be moderately fat, but don't
Xu. Crawling first, then gnawing for half an hour."
Ms. Liu looked at An Qingli with eyes full of joy, took An Qingli's arm, pointed at An Qingtao who was crawling on the ground, and said with dignity: "If you don't obey me, I will ask your sister to kick you."
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After teaching her son a lesson, Ms. Liu hugged An Qingli with both hands and cried with joy: "My son, I've been waiting for you to come back. Do you know that your mother has suffered so much these years? Your father, who has no conscience, is not with me anymore.
Both of them are against me. Even though my mother is well-dressed and well-fed, her life is miserable."
An Qingli looked at Mrs. Liu's head of white hair, pulled Mrs. Liu to the next room, and asked Mrs. Liu to sit on the soft stool first. She sat opposite Mrs. Liu, ready to listen patiently.
There was just too much to say, and Mrs. Liu didn't know how to speak for a while.
So An Qingli spoke first and helped Liu open the conversation.
"Why did my younger brother curse my longevity card to only live a hundred years?"
"Is there any?" Ms. Liu was stunned. When she and An Qingtao prayed, their mouths tended to get dry because they asked for too much, so they were both used to saying what they wanted in their hearts quickly, just like chanting sutras.
"Yes." An Qingli said, "I heard it clearly."
"That might be my mother's fault again."
Ms. Liu smiled awkwardly and finally managed to open up the conversation.
An Qingli was a very patient listener and listened calmly and calmly to Mrs. Liu. I don’t know since when, very few people were willing to be patient and listen to Mrs. Liu’s chatter.
This has to start from An Qingtao’s childhood.
An Qingtao was born a fat boy, and the first word he spoke was not "mother" or "father", but "eat".
An Qingtao ate too much and gained too much weight. Many people thought that he would not live long, and even Mrs. Liu had to admit it in her heart.
Therefore, Mrs. Liu was also intentional and never mentioned An Qingli's longevity, and she always protected An Qingtao very well. This led to An Qingtao still thinking that a long life of 100 years is a long life, and it cannot be repaired.
longevity.
Therefore, An Qingtao wished An Qingli a long life, which was completely sincere.
However, after being specially admonished by An Qingli, he had to change his words and wish An Qingli a long life.
"You don't know, my son."
The chatterbox opened up, and Mrs. Liu wiped her tears and formally began to complain, but An Qingtao couldn't get away from her three sentences.
An Qingtao was raised rich by the Liu family. Although he was a little fatter, his family was extremely wealthy, and he even had An Qingli as his biological sister. Therefore, any kind of famous girl could not marry, even those
All the female cultivators from the An family who had spiritual roots wanted to get married.
However, An Qingtao, the unlucky guy, actually fell in love with a cook in the family, and he fell in love with her so much that he even went on a hunger strike to force Mrs. Liu to agree to the marriage in order to marry the cook.
Ms. Liu felt so miserable in her heart. She thought that having a son by her side would be enough, but she didn't know that her son was here to torture people.