Facing Xiao Moqi's question, Lingxi fell into silence.
After all, she has concerns.
Suning's "other identity" involves too many things, and it is even more related to the life safety of his father and uncle.
Even if there are no outsiders in the coffee shop at the moment, who can guarantee that there will be no ears on the walls?
Therefore, Lingxi cleverly changed the topic and said: "Uncle Master, I am more curious about the favor you owe the Qi family than the luck of Buddhism."
"What a big favor, and it takes you half a year to pay it back?"
"After all, you are the sixth elder of Kunlun. Don't you feel tired from working so hard for these worldly mortals?"
Xiao Moqi pulled up a single sofa and sat down. He shook his head helplessly and said: "This matter is a long story. If we really want to explain it in detail, we have to start from twelve years ago."
Lingxi said enthusiastically: "Idle time is idle, just listen to stories."
Xiao Moqi took out his lighter, lit the extinguished cigarette pot, started smoking and said: "Twelve years ago, I lost my temper after drinking. I left Kunlun that afternoon."
“The road ahead is uncertain and I don’t know where to go.”
"Walking aimlessly, going in circles, feeling in a trance."
"Like a lonely ghost who has lost his body, he is at home in all corners of the world and wandering everywhere."
"A month later, I passed by Xuanyang City."
"I don't have much money left with me, and I can't even afford a bowl of clear soup noodles."
"In order to survive, I have to lower my profile and help people tell fortunes, read Feng Shui, and check marriages under the overpass."
"Anyone can give you five or ten yuan, and you can make a living on it and barely make ends meet."
"The dignified Sixth Elder of Kunlun, the Second Master Xiao of the Xiao family, one of the top ten families in Kyoto, has almost been reduced to begging for a living."
"Oh, isn't that ridiculous?"
There was some self-mockery in the corner of his mouth, and he said with lonely eyes: "The family's face is not important, and I am not afraid of being blamed by my ancestors."
"After all, my surname is Xiao, and the blood of the Xiao family flows through me."
"No matter how much you mess around, it can't change the fact that I am a member of the Xiao family."
"Brother, little sister, they know my temper and won't get angry with me because of it."
"The Xiao family, I can ignore it, don't ask, don't think about it."
"But in addition to being a member of the Xiao family, I am also a disciple of Kunlun, the Sixth Elder of Kunlun who is well known to everyone in the Six Paths of China."
"I can't ignore my master's reputation and cause my senior master to become the laughing stock after dinner."
Speaking of this, he shook his right arm and pointedly said: "Fortunately, I have this human skin mask, which allows me to continue to beg shamelessly."
"From a street crook to a slightly famous fortune teller."
"Year after year, until my third year in Xuanyang City, I finally had the money to buy myself a small house."
"A second-hand house in the suburbs with an area of more than 40 square meters is just right for one person to live in."
Suning said in surprise: "With your ability, how did you earn so much money in three whole years?"
Xiao Moqi said with shame: "How much does senior think I should earn?"
Suning smiled bitterly and said: "You don't need to call me senior, just call me Yigou."
Xiao Moqi gossiped: "You have a close relationship with Ling Yatou, and anyone with a discerning eye will know it at a glance."
"With all due respect, it is widely rumored that Ling Yatou has a real dragon destiny, and a female has a male destiny."
"We are destined to be married to Suning, who is destined to be a true phoenix. We are a perfect match."
"Both of them can't live without each other."
"For outsiders to try to get involved, it's nothing more than harming people's lives."
