Chapter 361 Fortunately, no one was killed
"Whatever I can teach you, it's up to that kid to do his best."
"He was weak when he was a child, so we wanted to send him to the Qingyuan Sect to strengthen his body. Who knew, accidentally, he would become a Qianlong, much more powerful than me."
Being praised by his relatives, Li Dalong pretended to be proud in a humble tone, waving his hands repeatedly, but the wrinkles on his face looked like flowers.
In fact, Comrade Dalong is a little guilty.
After all, he didn't even know that his son and Xiao Bing'er were on the Qianlong List. He only found out after the county magistrate rushed out the next morning to lead his horse in person.
So awesome.
Lao Li was in high spirits when suddenly the surroundings became quiet and his waist was pinched.
He raised his head:
"Oh, my son, you are always back."
"The dragon and phoenix of our old Li family are back. Hurry, sit down."
"Having made such great contributions in southern Xinjiang, Your Majesty will definitely reward you with something, right? How much will it cost?"
"Being a prince is more than enough!"
The whole family laughed and praised it, it seemed a little different, but it didn't seem to be any different.
Anyway, the family got together last year, when he was still weak and sick, and his uncle, aunt, and others also smiled and praised him, but the content of the praise was changed.
Even if Xiao Li’s classmate becomes Xiao Li’s overlord, he is still someone who has seen big scenes.
But in the face of praise from relatives and friends, the same style still sticks to the ground.
Li Mo and Ying Bing sat down, one sitting next to Li Dalong and the other sitting next to Gu Xueqin.
In the presence of relatives and friends, the two of them behaved a lot, as if they were back to being in front of the Qingyuan Sect, neither far nor close, neither salty nor indifferent.
After all, so many people are watching.
He lowered his voice and asked, "Dad, isn't it the Chinese New Year yet? Why are all my aunts and uncles here?"
"It's from Tankou Feng'er." Li Dalong whispered calmly.
Li Mo was confused, what was he talking about?
"You don't know what nickname is on your Qianlong list?"
"Little God Hammer...Wang's Wife Fighting Soul?"
"Ask if you know." Li Dalong picked up the wine glass and drank with his uncle.
"..."
Li Mo's fists were clenched hard.
Who said that the best actor in the Qingyuan Sect has no hostile forces? Um?
Yantian Sect! You wait for me for thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.
As soon as he and Ying Bing sat down at the table, the atmosphere became even more lively. Moreover, Ying Bing had been cold and cold since she was a child, so no one touched her.
All the firepower was poured towards classmate Xiao Li.
The aunt saw the two of them sitting together and behaved well. She remembered that the two of them had conflicts in the past and they didn't look like anything was wrong, so she narrowed her eyes and asked with a smile:
"Xiao Mo is already this old, and you haven't said a kiss yet?"
It was common for people to get married at the age of sixteen during the Dayu Dynasty.
Crunch——
Um?
As soon as the aunt finished asking, she looked to the side in confusion. What was making such a deafening sound?
"My parents are in love with each other, so I also believe in free love and don't engage in matchmaking."
Li Mo sat upright with a serious look on his face.
Second uncle Bruce Lee coughed lightly and said:
"It's good to have free love. If you ever get the idea, just tell your second uncle that the girls from my colleagues are very pretty. They can be considered concubines or something like that, and they are still worthy of being in the hall."
Crunch!
"...I haven't married yet, what kind of concubine is there without a concubine?"
Li Mo's eyes changed slightly and he waved his hands repeatedly.
My uncle was still bright-eyed and squinted at the training uniforms worn by the two of them:
"Let's not worry about the little one. Xiao Mo and Xiao Bing'er must be focused on martial arts. They will compete for the top spot in the Qianlong Ranking in the future. Do we need to help?"
Li Mo nodded, indicating that his uncle was right.
He, Li Mo, is devoted to martial arts.
Tonight, he planned to stay up all night asking Bingtuozi for advice on how to call the Golden Crow Projection. There was no need to elaborate on his desire for enlightenment.
Unexpectedly, my uncle drank another glass of wine, stroked his beard and said:
"But then again."
"You two little guys can work together on the Qianlong List. Okay, working together and making progress together will be a good story."
"..."
Li Mo's eyelids twitched.
Oops, I forgot to change it when I came back.
"Hey, yes, the clothes you two are wearing match each other quite well." Li Dalong's eyebrows were beaming.
"Practice uniforms, these are the training uniforms Zongli ordered for me and Ying Bing."
"Why are the standard clothes one black and one white, with different styles?"
Faced with soul torture, Xiao Li was speechless for a moment.
"I'm going to rest first."
Ying Bing glanced at Li Mo, stood up, turned around and returned to the room.
"Er smash, what's going on in Southern Xinjiang?"
Gu Xueqin changed the topic. She had indeed been worried for a long time. Now that she saw her son come back with all his hair and tail intact, she still felt lucky to survive the disaster.
Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief and picked out what he could tell about what he had seen and heard in Southern Xinjiang.
After drinking for three rounds, he also apologized, got up and left the table.
He subconsciously walked towards the wing, then retracted his steps and corrected his route, heading towards his bedroom.
Bingtuozi naturally wouldn't live in the same room with him at home.
We can only 'part ways' for the time being.
Relatives and friends watched the two go back to their rooms and looked at each other in confusion. It was hard to imagine that the two would get together.
The main thing is the child Ying Bing. He is beautiful, but he is too cold. When he was brought home as a child, he thought he was a mute who could not speak.
But when those eyes look at you, it makes people feel that the soup that Meng Po fed her might have been mixed with a lot of water.
"Aren't these two little enemies?" Auntie was a little surprised.
Uncle looked at Li Mo returning to his room and raised his eyebrows:
"Haha, isn't it good to be enemies? You should stop worrying about the two little guys in the future."
With Xiao Bing'er's personality, who would get close to someone who doesn't please her?
If you can't even talk, can you become enemies?
The special thing is the word "only".
Auntie and second uncle and all the relatives and friends did think that the two little ones didn't seem to have any problems, but since uncle had spoken, they nodded.
For example, second uncle came to convey the matter because his boss mentioned it again and again.
The relatives and friends said goodbye one after another, and the hall became quiet again.
Li Dalong watched the two little ones go to different rooms, sucked his teeth, and his heart was relieved.
He and Gu Xueqin were a little worried.
Although Xiao Bing'er still looked cold and aloof, she was indeed a little different. Other relatives and friends could not notice this, but the couple watched her grow up and had a sixth sense.
This time, the feeling was even stronger.
Fortunately, the two of them had not slept in the same room.
They had not yet gotten married, what if someone died...
Comrade Lao Li and his wife looked at each other, and they were relieved, but they felt a little empty in their hearts.
"Wife, where are the dictionary and reading glasses at home? Bring them to me."
"What for?"
"I'll find a good character in advance, so that it will be convenient to name it later..."
"Forget it."
Gu Xueqin rolled her eyes at him.
Xiao Mo was okay, just a little naughty. When the private school teacher sent him home, he said that this child was smart, but he couldn't discipline him.
Li Dalong?
This is a guy who can recite "人有有什么FU" as "fuck everyone" after being taught by the teacher eight times.
Oh, by the way, the father and son had the same private school teacher.
.......
ps: Make up for yesterday morning
