After drinking a cup of peach blossom brew, Jian Lao's face rarely turned red.
"Hey, Master, will you get drunk after just one drink?" Feng Yue couldn't help but joked.
"Why are you drunk? I am just excited. Xue'er, how can I put it this way? In fact, you can be considered my disciple, but I just didn't take you into my sect." Jian Lao smiled.
Wu Xue'er did not refute, but nodded and said: "If my physique is not suitable for following Grandpa Jian, otherwise I should also be Grandpa Jian's disciple."
"So, I am the youngest?" Mo Tian couldn't help scratching his head and asked.
"You have always been the youngest." Feng Yue said.
"Hey, there's another senior sister, I'm helpless." Mo Tian held his cheek and looked hopeless.
"Xue'er has always been your senior sister." Feng Yue said again.
"Oh my God!" Mo Tian raised his head and cried in mourning. He drank a glass of wine and said, "Good wine!"
"Pfft!" She was just complaining about everything, but suddenly she drank too much wine. Wu Xueer was instantly amused by Mo Tian's appearance.
"Say it first! You can only drink one jar of wine! You can't drink it after finishing it!" Jian Lao hugged another jar of unopened peach blossom wine and curled his lips.
"Master, didn't we just agree on the two altars?" Feng Yue asked.
"I brought this jar to look at. Do you really want to drink it? There is no way!" Mr. Jian held the peach blossom wine in his arms stingily, as if he was holding some treasure.
Seeing Jian Lao like this, Feng Yue shook her head helplessly, obviously she was used to Jian Lao being like this.
Several people drank peach blossom wine and talked about what they had seen and heard over the years, especially Wu Xueer.
Wu Xueer was not a good drinker. After drinking a small glass, her face turned red and she was a little tipsy.
Then he began to talk openly about his affairs among the core disciples. The aura of the core senior sister was clearly visible.
Compared with the three of them, Mo Tian was drinking quietly by himself and listening to the three of them talking freely.
"Hey, Mo Tian, why don't you say a word?" Wu Xueer took a sip of the wine in her glass and asked Mo Tian, who was drinking too much.
"Yes, junior brother, you are so happy today, but you are so silent. This is a bit of a bad atmosphere!" Feng Yue also frowned.
"Disciple, is someone bullying you? Tell your master, I will vent your anger for you! I want to see if there is any blind disciple in the inner sect who dares to touch me!" Jian Lao drank a little too much.
, already feeling a little dizzy at this time.
"It's okay." Mo Tian shook his head and continued drinking wine and eating vegetables.
"Who would believe you when you say it's okay?" Feng Yue said, "What's going on? Tell your senior brother that he will stand up for you."
"It's really okay," Mo Tian said: "Master, senior brother and senior sister, you can reminisce about the past, and I will just listen carefully. I am also very curious about the experiences of senior brother and senior sister. Mo Tian is just a new disciple in the sect.
My resume is far less rich than that of my senior brothers and sisters, and I don’t have much to say."
"No, no!" Feng Yue shook her head, and after a glass of wine, Feng Yue said: "Only through communication can we grow. We are all senior brothers. There is nothing we can't say. Look at your senior sister. She didn't dare to do the same as you before.
Talking, look at it now, talking more happily than anyone else."
Seeing Feng Yue, Wu Xue'er still nodded and said: "I used to be just like you. I didn't dare to say anything in front of my senior brother. I just listened silently. Now I can speak freely. If you don't understand anything or feel it's wrong, tell me.
Just come out."
"Besides, we are not talking about cultivation now, but about life. Let's talk about interesting things in life to have fun."
"I'm sorry, I can't be happy." Mo Tian took a sip of wine and exhaled.
Jian Lao on the side looked at them silently, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Is it because of Wang Feng?" Feng Yue suddenly asked.
When Wang Feng was mentioned, the wine glass in Mo Tian's hand suddenly shattered and the pieces flew everywhere.
A little bit of blood flowed from Mo Tian's palm, which was punctured by a fragment of the wine glass.
"I don't want to mention him. Give me some time. I will make him responsible for his actions. I will make him regret it. I will let him die!" Mo Tian's voice became sharp.
A tyrannical momentum erupted from Mo Tian's body, like a blood-colored flame igniting behind Mo Tian.
Seeing this scene, Master Jian slapped Mo Tian.
"Wake up! Don't let hatred occupy your mind!" Boss Jian shouted.
The majestic spiritual power entered Mo Tian's mind and awakened Mo Tian.
The blood in his eyes gradually dissipated, Mo Tian raised his head and looked at Jian Lao, and said softly: "Thank you, Master."
"This..." Wu Xueer, who was watching from the side, looked at Mo Tian with doubts in her eyes.
What was that bloody flame just now? It actually made her, who was in the third-level battle aura, feel terrified.
"Take a sip of the fish soup and calm down." As he said that, Mr. Jian personally filled a bowl of fish soup for Mo Tian and handed it to Mo Tian.
Taking the fish soup, Mo Tian swallowed it directly into his belly.
As expected of the fish soup made from century-old Xuanling grass, Mo Tian's spirit immediately improved a lot, and the restless demonic energy in his body gradually calmed down.
"Thank you, Master."
Jian Lao looked at Mo Tian and then at Wu Xue'er, with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Huh?" Wu Xue'er was a little confused, wondering why Mr. Jian was looking at her like that.
"That matter is related to you. If you allow it, I will tell it to warn Mo'er. However, the right to speak is in your hands. If you don't allow it, I won't mention it." Jian Lao said slowly.
"Master, that matter..." Feng Yue woke up instantly and looked at Jian Lao in surprise.
That incident was a lifelong pain in Jian Lao's heart, and it was also the thing he least wanted to mention.
At this time, Jian Lao actually wanted to tell that incident for Mo Tian, but that incident also had a deep relationship with Wu Xueer. It was also the pain of Wu Xueer's life, and the darkness that Wu Xueer never wanted to remember.
"No!" Wu Xueer said loudly: "I don't agree! I don't want it! I don't want to listen! Grandpa Jian, please don't talk about that thing, okay?"
Wu Xueer's eyes were filled with countless mist, and her small nose was slightly red.
Covering her ears tightly with both hands, Wu Xueer said loudly: "No! I don't want it! Wuwuwu..."
Seeing Wu Xueer crying like this, Mo Tian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly felt that the softest place deep in his heart was touched.
His eyes became dazed, and Wu Xueer, who was covering her ears and crying, suddenly became uneasy in his eyes.
"No, don't hurt my brother!"
It's as if time has gone backwards and we have returned to the scene two years ago.
Wang Feng, who slapped Mo Tian hard, looked at Mo Tian lying on the ground with blood streaming from the corner of his mouth with a sneer.
"The outer door is second, nothing more than that, rubbish!"
"No! You bad guys! Don't hurt my brother!"
A beautiful little man suddenly rushed in front of Mo Tian and stood between Mo Tian and Wang Feng.
That small body blocked Mo Tian from the inner disciple Wang Feng, who was already a second-level warrior...