Lady Cultivator

"Knock knock." Two gentle pecking sounds came from outside the door.

Mo Tiange stopped practicing. With a quick sweep of his consciousness, he lifted the restriction outside: "Please come in."

The person who opened the door and walked in was Ye Zhenji's mother, Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan brought four maids with her. The person who didn't say anything smiled first: "Senior, have I ever disturbed you?"

Mo Tiange had a slight affection for Mrs. Yan, probably because her motherly love for Ye Zhenji reminded her of her own mother.

"Nothing. Madam, are you here for anything?"

"Oh, it's like this. The guest house is simple and simple, and I'm afraid that my seniors won't be used to it..." As he said this, he motioned to the maids to put down their things.

Mo Tiange took a look and saw that they were all flashy things used by wealthy people, and shook his head: "Madam, you are welcome. If we cultivators attach too much importance to external things, it would be bad. These things do not matter to me. It’s useless, Madam, don’t bother.”

"This...senior is a distinguished guest of my Ye family. I'm afraid I won't greet you well..."

Mo Tiange smiled lightly: "I understand Madam's intention. These external things are really not necessary."

Seeing how determined she was, Mrs. Yan had no choice but to order all the maids to retreat.

However, after hesitating for a moment, Mrs. Yan still smiled and said: "I have something to say to senior, I wonder if it would be convenient for senior..."

"Madam, just say what you have to say."

With her permission, Mrs. Yan asked the maid to go out first and stayed alone.

"Senior, logically speaking, I shouldn't disturb your practice with such trivial matters. However, I am a mother, and I always want to ask more about my son's affairs." After Mrs. Yan said this, she paused for a moment uneasily. He continued, "You are Zhen'er's uncle. You have spent a lot of time with Zhen'er in the past ten years, but for such a long time, I haven't even been able to see him... Senior, are you willing to tell me about Zhen'er? ? How is he doing over the years? Has he suffered any grievances? How is he doing now..."

Mo Tiange had no reason to refuse such a small request, a mother whose child had been away from her for eleven years. Of course I want to know more about my children.

"Madam, there is no need to worry. Zhenji is doing well. He is a disciple of the monk Jiedan. We, the elders of the sect, will take care of everything. He will be fine."

"Really? Does he have any friends in the sect? Has he been bullied by others?"

When asked about this question,

Mo Tiange smiled: "His ancestor is Daojun Jinghe, who dares to bully him? Besides, I won't ignore him if he wants to be bullied. Madam, don't worry, this kid has a kind-hearted personality and is very popular."

"That's good." Mrs. Yan was pleased, "Zhen'er has been sensible since he was a child. If anything goes wrong, he will definitely not tell us. I am just worried about this, so I came to disturb senior. Senior, Zhen'er has already reached the tenth level of Qi refining. , why did you choose to leave the sect at this time?"

Seeing Mrs. Yan's worried look, Mo Tiange explained: "I originally wanted to wait until he established the foundation before letting him come back on his own, but Zhenji really misses you. I have been begging for a long time. It is a coincidence that I happened to be a disciple. If his life is on the line, we might as well send him here directly."

"So that's it..." Mrs. Yan's eyes turned around Mo Tiange and suddenly asked, "Senior looks so young, how old is he?"

This sentence was indeed a bit abrupt to ask. Mo Tiange was startled. There was nothing special about his age, so he replied: "I am now thirty-seven."

"Oh? Senior is about the same age as me, but she looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She is really the envy of a mortal like me."

In fact, Mrs. Yan's appearance is already quite young. Ye Zhenji is exactly twenty, and Mrs. Yan is his biological mother. She must be over thirty-five, but she has taken good care of herself. There are no wrinkles on her face, and she looks only in her thirties. Around this time, it is the time when a woman is most mature and charming.

Mo Tiange did not return the compliment, but glanced sharply at Madam Yan's face and asked lightly: "What do you mean by this, Madam?"

If she couldn't understand that there was another meaning behind Mrs. Yan's words, she would be too slow. The purpose of Mrs. Yan's visit is indeed not that simple.

Seeing her like this, Mrs. Yan was a little embarrassed and hesitantly said: "...It's nothing. Senior is about the same age as me, but he looks about the same size as Zhen'er. I really can't tell...you are his elder. Come to think of it, if you say you are brother and sister, others will believe it..."

Mo Tiange suddenly felt as if he was laughing or crying. This Mrs. Yan is clearly worried about some unclear relationship between her and Ye Zhenji!

But her face remained calm and she just looked straight at Mrs. Yan.

Mrs. Yan was just a mortal, and under her inadvertent pressure, she was unable to resist, and she broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, but couldn't even lift his hand, so he struggled to speak: "Senior, I... If I have offended you in any way, I hope... please forgive me."

The other party arbitrarily speculated on her relationship with Ye Zhenji. Even though she was Ye Zhenji's mother, she felt displeased, so she did so deliberately. Seeing that she was showing weakness, he withdrew the pressure and said coldly: "Take care of me and other immortal cultivators." As far as a person is concerned, what he looks like is just the white bones under his skin, Madam, don’t say that in the future.”

How could Mrs. Yan dare to refute? Thinking of the master's instructions, she must treat this senior well. Her behavior just now might have offended him. He apologized repeatedly: "Senior, please forgive me for the offence. I am an ignorant woman who doesn't know the taboos of immortal cultivators. I talked nonsense..."

Mo Tiange interrupted her: "Madam, you are Zhenji's mother, and you have the right to ask questions clearly. If you don't ask questions clearly, you won't feel at ease, right? In that case, if you have anything to say, just say it. that is."

Hearing that there was no anger in her tone, Mrs. Yan calmed down a little and saw that she behaved calmly. He couldn't help but said with shame: "Senior, please forgive me, I have seen that you are closely related to Zhenji, and I am afraid that the child will make a mistake. You are his uncle, if... if the child is ignorant, wouldn't it involve your destruction?" Qingyu?"

This was said in a polite way, but Mrs. Yan was not ignorant. Mo Tiange softened his tone: "Madam, it has been more than 20 years since the Ye family came to the world, right? Have you never been to Kunwu?"

Mrs. Yan was stunned for a moment and nodded. When she married into the Ye family, the Ye family had already been the Marquis of Changning in the Wei Kingdom, so naturally she had never been to Kunwu.

"Then it's no wonder you don't know anything about the world of cultivating immortals. In the world of cultivating immortals, there is no thought of secular human relations, and everything is only about cultivation. The matter of dual cultivation, seniority and age, has nothing to do with others. No matter who Zhenji likes, it won't matter. It will affect his future." Seeing Madam Yan's face turn pale, Mo Tiange smiled and continued, "What's more, how can the appearance and age be accurate? My master, eight hundred He is more than thirty years old, and he seems to be no more than thirty. Zhenji's master looks the same as Zhenji - Madam, Zhenji respects me as a master, how can there be anything unspeakable? Madam, please don't worry too much. , otherwise it would be sad and embarrassing if Zhenji knew about it."

"..." Mrs. Yan's face turned green and white, but she couldn't say anything. She was just a mortal woman. She didn't know anything about the world of immortality. As a mother, she was just worried about her children. Mo Tiange said it so bluntly, which made her feel ashamed.

"Okay, I'm going to continue practicing. Madam, it's rare for a real machine to come home, so you'd better spend more time with him." He said goodbye directly. Mo Tiange crossed his legs and closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to say more.

Mrs. Yan blessed her body and retreated.

Mo Tiange didn't pay much attention to this matter. Mrs. Yan was a mortal woman, so it was possible that she didn't understand. Ordinary people always think that if men and women are of the same age, something will happen if they are of different generations. However, they do not know that in the world of immortality, judging people based on their apparent age is the most ridiculous thing.

At night when they were practicing, the head of the Ye family, Ye Cheng, sent someone to invite her, saying that she had come from afar, and they held a thank-you banquet for Zhenji.

Mo Tiange thought for a while and went to the banquet.

The second uncle entrusted her with the task before her death, so that she could take care of the Ye family. Now that she has come to the Ye family, she should do what she can.

"Senior, you are finally here. Please take a seat." As soon as Mo Tiange arrived in the banquet hall, Ye Cheng greeted him warmly. A banquet table has been set up in this hall, and all the gold cups and silver cups can be seen are resplendent.

"...Uncle Master!" Ye Zhenji also came over, and Mo Tiange smiled slightly at him.

This is a private banquet. There are not many people present. In addition to Ye Cheng, Ye Zhenji, Ye Zhenji’s father Ye Zhun, there are four other people. They are all immortal cultivators with only one or two levels of cultivation. Two middle-aged people A person, a young man, a teenager.

Ye Cheng introduced them one by one: "Senior, these are the incompetent descendants of my Ye family, Ye Mou, Ye Yu, Ye Bing, and Ye Dun."

Ye Mou and Ye Yu are the two middle-aged men, and they sound like they are of the same generation as Ye Cheng; Ye Bing is the young man, whose name is the same generation as Ye Zhun, but Ye Dun doesn't know what generation he is. However, according to the naming rules of the Ye family, Ye Zhenji is an alternative. I wonder if it is because he has had high hopes since he was a child.

"The boy has met the senior."

All the monks in the Ye family were extremely respectful.

Mo Tiange was impatient with this and said, "We are all cultivating immortals, so we don't need these vulgar etiquette."

Seeing that she was unhappy, Ye Cheng quickly stopped her and said with a smile: "Then just follow what the senior said, you can take your seats."

Everyone in the Ye family sat down in order of priority. Ye Cheng ordered the banquet to begin, and a maid came to open the lid of the bowl. There were delicacies from the mountains and the sea, which were extremely luxurious.

Ye Cheng said humbly: "I know that my predecessors have stopped eating the fireworks of the world. It's just that we have been in the world for a long time and can't come up with anything good. Although these foods are vulgar, they are still delicious..."

Mo Tiange smiled lightly: "Master Ye, you don't have to be polite."

"Yes, Grandpa, the master of the family." Ye Zhenji took over the conversation, "Uncle Master will not be surprised."

When Ye Cheng saw this, he couldn't help but say: "You kid, it's not strange for you to be polite to so many people!"

Ye Zhenji was dissatisfied and was about to say something when Mo Tiange stopped him and said with a smile: "Your master, grandpa, is right. If you are dealing with others, it's best to do so. But that's not necessary today, Mr. Ye, Zhenji I watched you grow up, and I don’t treat you as outsiders, so just forget about these false etiquette.”

Hearing the words "I don't treat you as outsiders", Ye Cheng felt relieved. With a smile on his face, he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, since senior said so, I'd rather obey him respectfully."

Afterwards, everyone drank for a while or two and started chatting with Mo Tiange.

The Ye family has been away from Kunwu for decades, and now they suddenly see a foundation-building senior, so naturally they have many questions to ask about cultivation. In particular, the young man named Ye Dun was still a child at heart, not as reserved as many adults. If he had any questions, he opened his mouth to ask. He was scolded a few times by his elders, but Mo Tiange answered them all with good temper. Let him go. Gradually, as Ye Dun and Ye Zhenji adjusted the atmosphere, the adults also let go, and it looked like the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.

"By the way, senior," Ye Cheng suddenly said after the discussion about cultivation was almost over, "There is one thing that I am a little unclear about, so I would like to ask my senior abruptly."

"Excuse me."

Ye Cheng looked hesitant, and finally asked: "I saw that the spiritual weapon given to Zhen'er by senior seems to be not ordinary. I wonder where did senior get it?"

Mo Tiange paused and immediately understood what he wanted to ask. The spiritual weapon in Ye Zhenji's hand refers to the Aoki Sword, right? This sword comes from the Ye family, and the head of the Ye family has probably seen it before.

After looking at Ye Zhenji, Ye Zhenji shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't say anything. Mo Tiange then smiled and said, "This thing comes from a good friend of mine. It is a family heirloom from her."

"Oh?" Surprise flashed across Ye Cheng's face and he asked eagerly, "Senior, may I ask, who is your friend's name and where is he?"

Mo Tiange's face was slightly surprised: "Her surname is Ye Xiaotian - why, the head of the Ye family knows her?"

Ye Cheng was stunned again. His surname was Ye, but why was he named Xiaotian? There has never been such a person in the family!

"What about your friend's age and cultivation level?"

"...You are about the same age as me, and you have already established your foundation now."

The more Ye Cheng asked, the stranger he became. This... was completely inappropriate! If he said where he bought this green wood sword, he wouldn't be surprised, but he said it was a family heirloom of Ye Xiaotian, a young foundation-building monk.

Mo Tiange seemed to have suddenly thought: "By the way, this friend of mine was originally from a family of cultivators. Later, the family declined and moved to the secular world. Could it be..."

Ye Cheng's eyes lit up: "This sounds like our family, but I'm not familiar with the name."

Mo Tiange thought for a moment and then said, "She had an uncle named Ye Mingjiang. Does the head of the Ye family know about it?"

Hearing her say this name, everyone in the Ye family suddenly became excited. They looked at each other, and they all found surprise and doubt in each other's eyes. Finally, Ye Cheng asked: "Senior, Ye Jiang? Are you sure it's this name? "

"This is natural." She knew it clearly in her heart, but Mo Tiange pretended to be calm on her face, "I remember she said that the Ye family was originally a cultivating family in Qingmeng Mountain, and her father was once the youngest member of the Ye family. A genius monk who was famous in Xikunwu back then, he successfully formed elixirs when he was just over a hundred years old - Master Ye, is this possible?"

"The most talented monk of the Ye family, he successfully formed elixirs when he was over a hundred years old..." Ye Cheng murmured, with a fanatical look in his eyes. Of course he remembered that when he was born, it was the time when the Ye family was at its peak. The talented monk brought unprecedented honors to the Ye family, but later...

Ye Zhun took over the conversation: "That's the best monk in our Ye family, and his name is the word "Hai"."

"That's right." Mo Tiange smiled slightly, "So, what my friend is talking about is your Ye family. This is really fate. Unfortunately, I haven't seen my friend for a long time, and I don't know now. I can’t tell her where she is.”

After all, Ye Cheng is the head of the family. After being excited, he was already full of doubts: "But...our great-uncle has no descendants left at all..."

"I don't know about that." Mo Tiange simply pushed everything aside. She had to play the role of an outsider, so naturally she couldn't say too much about some things.

Everyone in the Ye family looked at each other and gradually calmed down. That's right, that great-uncle has no descendants left at all. Where did the Ye family monks come from?

Finally, Ye Cheng said: "Senior, do you know how your friend's uncle is doing now? Can you contact him?"

Hearing this question, a hint of sadness flashed across Mo Tiange's eyes, and he said calmly: "Her uncle has passed away."

"What?" Everyone in the Ye family was shocked.

Then Ye Zhun cried out: "How could this be? That great-uncle is only over three hundred years old now, right? According to the longevity of a foundation-building monk, he should still be alive."

"Yes, her uncle's death is more appropriately called a fall." Mo Tiange's gaze fell into the void with an indifferent expression, "Their uncle and nephew were chased by other monks, and her uncle was seriously injured in order to protect her. , so his lifespan was drastically reduced, so he passed away."

After saying these words, the hall fell silent.

Ye Cheng's face was filled with uncertainty. This kind of thing is very common in the world of cultivating immortals. Casual cultivators without a backer are likely to encounter these things. So, the last real monk who still exists in the Ye family is gone? Then didn't the Ye family really become a low-class family in the world?

Even though he was forced to move out of Qingmeng Mountain, Ye Cheng didn't feel as desolate as he does now. He has always felt that the Ye family is different from the so-called immortal cultivating families in the world, because they still have a foundation-building elder still alive! But now he knows that the foundation-building elder has died long ago...

After thinking for a long time, Ye Cheng finally closed his eyes and sighed. He is over seventy years old. Although as a cultivator, there is no problem in living to be over a hundred years old, he is old after all. He originally thought that if Zhen'er became successful and contacted that uncle, there would be hope for the Ye family to return to Kunwu. But now it seems that even if Zhen'er can build the foundation, without a mature monk in charge, what will happen to the Ye family? Back to Kunwu? What's more, it's still unclear whether Zhen'er can build the foundation.

Could it be that the Ye family really declined in his hands?

"Senior, is this true?"

"Of course it's true." Mo Tiange's expression was indifferent, and no expression could be seen. Only Ye Zhenji noticed the sadness under her expressionless face, touched her lightly, and called in a low voice: "...Uncle Master ?”

Mo Tiange turned his eyes and smiled at him. There was something in this smile that Ye Zhenji couldn't understand.

Ye Cheng murmured: "So, our Ye family...can't return to Qingmeng Mountain..." He suddenly cheered up, "Senior, is your friend...really building a foundation now? Can you contact us? To him?"

"No." Mo Tiange flatly refused, "Master Ye, my friend said that she promised my uncle that she would give the Ye family a certain amount of help when forming the elixir. However, the Ye family had better not return to Kunwu again. Yes. You need to know that enjoying all the glory in the earthly world is better than being weak and having no guarantee of happiness in the Kunwu Dynasty."

Still apologize first. This was originally a chapter from yesterday. I wrote half of it yesterday, completed half of it today, and the time has passed again. But this chapter is from yesterday, and I have opened the skylight for today. Sorry, I stopped updating it again. Moreover, if I go to buy a computer tomorrow, I won’t necessarily change it. However, the new January will start the day after tomorrow, and I will try my best to make up for all the words that were interrupted this month^^ Thank you qi and Yangyangdeyi 2009 for their pink tickets, and the straight and upper and lower 5000 years. reward. ) Book friends, please pay attention!