Thousand-faced Demon Venerable online

Cowardice is a manifestation of man's incompetence.

Mo Beichen's words undoubtedly lifted Yi Zhenyao's last fig leaf.

When the so-called excuse of protecting his wife and children was stripped away, all that was left in this elderly but worthless man was his stinky self-esteem.

"Who doesn't want to go home, if possible, who doesn't want to go back?" Yi Zhenyao murmured.

"But you still haven't gone back, even though your wife and children are only three days away from the station where you feed the horses, you haven't gone back." Mo Beichen picked up the teacup and lifted the lid, "To put it bluntly, you are just afraid of being accused. Give me pointers, for fear that people will know that I have become a useless person."

"..." The old man opened his mouth, then lowered his head, his eyes lost focus.

He couldn't deny it.

He was really scared, afraid that everyone who recognized him would know that he had become a useless person.

If so, it would be better to let them all think that they are dead.

"You may even explain yourself, thinking that your wife and children should live well under the umbrella of Yi's family." Mo Beichen paused and sipped his tea, "I think Qingyun comforted you in this way."

"Isn't it?" Yi Zhenyao's eyes flickered.

"What kind of place is the Yi family, you, a person surnamed Yi, should understand better than me."

"..."

"At least when I met Yi Qingyun for the first time, he was still working hard and busy with Mrs. Yi Xiao's medicine." The difficulties Mo Beichen mentioned were just the tip of the iceberg that the mother and son had experienced.

"Yuehua, what's wrong with her body?" The dull man suddenly raised his head.

"It's very bad, I'm unconscious, I keep talking about you coming back soon." Mo Beichen said lightly, "I will go crazy from time to time."

"How could this be..." The man's eyelids shrugged.

"Because of cowardice, the woman who loves you has shouldered all the weight you shouldered." Mo Beichen explained the facts clearly, and he wanted to let Yi Zhenyao know the mistakes he had made.

"I, I..." The man lowered his head again, and ruthlessly touched his face with the back of his hand, "What a bastard."

Mo Beichen didn't try to comfort Yi Zhenyao. In his opinion, it was the other party's own fault.

"I don't know how to compensate them... I, I... don't know, is it too late." Yi Zhenyao's voice trembled.

"It's late, but this is an explanation you have always owed to your wife and children." Mo Beichen sighed, "As for whether they forgive you, that's their business."

"I see."

Yi Zhenyao was very depressed, and now he felt that he was really the worst father in the world.

He is extremely remorseful.

"Let's talk about it, I still hope that Uncle can appear at Qingyun and I's Dao Couple Ceremony." Mo Beichen stood up and motioned for Yi Zhenyao to continue sitting, "You can wait here with peace of mind for him to come back."

"Master, why did you keep that old man? The emperor doesn't want to see him," the little bench saw Mo Beichen stepping out of the bedroom and hurriedly followed.

"Your emperor's temperament, I know better than you." Mo Beichen waved his hand, "Go down, I'll walk around."

Yi Qingyun is emotional, he is not so indifferent to this sudden relative.

Mo Beichen didn't want Yi Qingyun to regret it in the future.

Or, at least he didn't want Yi Qingyun to really feel that his father was a complete jerk.

A coward who knows how to repent is better than a self-defeating jerk.

From nowhere came the soothing, lively and lively sound of the flute, and Mo Beichen's fingertips swayed lightly following the sound.

He followed the sound of the flute all the way, but found that there were many schools of fish in the creek beside the road, and they were also heading in the direction he was going.

The sound of the piano gradually increased, and the eyes of the phoenix were raised, and a young man with a dark blue color was standing by the stream, playing the melodious flute.

And by the side of the stream under the dark blue clothes, schools of fish have already gathered in their nests.

It's a miraculous thing.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Xuan Xunxun put away the flute.

There was an extra piece of steamed bun in his hand, he crushed the steamed bun with his fingers and sprinkled it into the stream.

"It's the first time I've seen such a clever way of feeding fish." Mo Beichen took a few steps.

The blue-colored boy turned around abruptly, obviously not expecting that there were other people nearby.

"You, you are... um? Why are you pulling my steamed bun?" The boy stared at the steamed bun that was half missing from his hand, his eyes widened.

"Feed the fish, help me, how long are you going to feed such a big steamed bun?" Mo Beichen hooked the corners of his mouth, explaining his robber behavior solemnly.

"I just want to feed it slowly by myself." The boy's tone was a little aggrieved.

"Men should be open-minded, it's only half a steamed bun." Mo Beichen watched the fish below scrambling for the pieces of the steamed bun he dropped, feeling very amused in his heart.

"Throw it back more, and the little fish behind will not be able to eat it." The boy said anxiously.

"Heh, you have a kind heart, and you don't even care about the hunger of the fish." Mo Beichen was a little amused when he saw the boy's seriousness.

"You, if you don't feed me the steamed buns." The boy was a little angry.

"You can return it to you, but you can tell me how you got the fish-calling ability." Mo Beichen was a little curious.

The young man looked like Mo Beichen, who was rare and strange, "Half-monsters with stronger bloodlines of the demon clan have this kind of ability, what's so strange about it."

"Are you a half-demon?"

"Yeah, why are there still people in Xuanhuang Palace who look down on half-demons?" The young man raised his chin proudly, "Our Emperor Qingyun is also a half-demon!"

"Then your Emperor Qingyun also has the ability to call fish?" Mo Beichen raised his eyebrows.

"Calling the fish? It's not just calling the fish, it's an extremely ferocious beast that can be controlled by the emperor as long as he wants to." The young man's tone couldn't hide his yearning for Emperor Qingyun.

Mo Beichen really didn't know that Yi Qingyun had such an ability.

"Emperor Qingyun has a noble blood, so he is naturally different from ordinary half-demons like us." The young man's tone was a little envious.

"Then what bloodline do you have?"

"Darkness Shadow Cat." The young man curled his lips, his face a little unhappy, and said, "My blood is too shallow. Apart from running fast, it is not easy for others to spot me, and I don't have any offensive ability. Today I fought with people Lost badly."

"Hahaha, this is a very powerful talent." Mo Beichen reached out and touched the boy's head, who would have thought that he would touch something soft in the boy's fluffy hair.

"You touched my ear!!" The boy ran away with a swipe.

Mo Beichen rubbed his hands together, feeling pretty good.

"Boy, do you want to learn how to fight with me?" The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

"You, will you—?" The young man showed suspicion on his face, he didn't think that the weak man in front of him would fight such a rude thing.

"That deity is too good at it." The corner of his mouth curled up, "Your lords can't beat me."

"Bragging! You're not ashamed."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your emperor." Mo Beichen continued to tease with a smile on his face.

There was still some hesitation on the young man's face, "It's not like I can meet Lord Dijun whenever I want."

"Then how about I take you to see Lord Dijun?" Mo Beichen's offer was very attractive, and the boy's eyes kept rolling, obviously very excited.

"Really? Can you take me to see Lord Dijun?"

"A gentleman." Mo Beichen stretched out his hand with a smile.

The boy still had some precautions in his eyes, but in the end he walked over boldly and touched the cold palm.

"It's hard to chase a horse."

"Can I touch that ear on your head again?"

"No, no... yes."

Yi Qingyun was sitting in the bedroom, and Yi Zhenyao had a lot of conversations with him.

I don't know which sentence of Yi Zhenyao touched the heart of Lord Dijun, but Yi Qingyun didn't insist on making people leave immediately.

But he didn't let go completely and let the other party see Mrs. Yi.

Hearing a man's laughter coming from the door, Lord Dijun's mind was separated from the official document in his hand.

He raised his eyes and frowned.

"I didn't lie to you, my living Emperor." The beautiful man walked in leading a young man.

The ears on the boy's head suddenly stood up, and he suddenly hid behind Mo Beichen.

"What's wrong? Weren't you still very excited just now?" Mo Beichen asked a little strangely.

"No, nothing." The boy swallowed.

Lord Dijun's eyes are terrifying.

Is that the noble Xuanhuang bloodline?He almost thought he was going to be eaten.

"You're weird." Mo Beichen muttered softly.

"Who is he?" Lord Dijun's indifference made people tremble.

Mo Beichen couldn't feel it, he had long been used to the other party's black face.

He almost dragged the boy to Yi Qingyun, "This is my new apprentice."

"apprentice?"

"Yeah, after all, I'm getting old, and I'm thinking that I should find someone to inherit this ability." Mo Beichen was about to let go of the boy, but who would have thought that the boy would hold on to him instead.

Mo Beichen is not yet three hundred years old, which is not a very long age in the world of cultivating immortals, but every time he looks at Yi Qingyun, who is only a hundred years old, beside him, he always feels a lot of pressure.

"I've seen the emperor." The boy's legs were a little weak, and he saluted the man in the seat.

"As long as you're happy." Yi Qingyun naturally followed Mo Beichen's tussle, anyway, it's not a big deal to take an apprentice, and looked around with bloody eyes, "Dark Shadow Cat's qualifications are not good enough."

The ears on the boy's head drooped all of a sudden.

"It's almost interesting to teach, but it's too simple to teach you." Mo Beichen said indifferently.

The young man trembled a little, and the emperor seemed not very satisfied with him.

Yi Qingyun didn't speak.

Mo Beichen could see the youth's loss in his eyes. He walked behind the man and put his arms around his neck, "Qingyun, please give him a name."

"..."

"Just give him a name, huh?"

"Mo Yu." The man finally couldn't hold back the other party, so he opened his mouth.

The young man's face was filled with surprise, his ears pricked up, and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm.

"Thank you, Dijun, for giving me the name! I like the name Moyu!" the young man said excitedly.

"Thank you, Master."

I don't know if it was intentional or not, Yi Qingyun didn't use the word "shizun".

"Thank you, Master." Mo Yu was only ten years old, with a young heart, and because he was too happy, he threw himself into Mo Beichen's arms.

"Let go." A deep male voice.

Mo Yu was taken aback, and quickly let go, feeling a little flustered.

"Master, did I make Lord Dijun angry?" the young man said softly on the way to send Mo Yu back.

"It's okay, I'm jealous." Mo Beichen chuckled, and pinched the boy's furry ears unconsciously.

"Master, master, don't touch my ears, it's too itchy." Mo Yu complained.

"Okay, I won't touch it anymore." I couldn't help poking my fingertips again.

After settling down the little one, Lord Mozun came back to appease the big one.

"Qingyun, Mo Yu said on the way that he liked the name you chose."

The man held a pen and didn't know what he was writing, and didn't answer.

Mo Beichen was not annoyed, and sat on the table, "He is just a child, so you are still his senior brother?"

Yi Qingyun paused, came to put down the pen, "I remember that Master has severed ties with me."

It seems that I said the wrong thing.

Mo Beichen pursed his lips.

"After all, it's not fun for me to teach."

Looking at him with blood-colored eyes, Mo Beichen could only scratch his head in embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, if you don't like it, I won't accept it." Mo Beichen stretched out his hand and tugged at the man's sleeve, now he had no choice but to retreat.

Seeing that Yi Qingyun's face was no longer ugly, Mo Beichen jumped off the table and sat on the man's lap, "I saw that boy, and I also missed the time when I taught you before, so I thought about it. And not only that kid likes it, but I like it too." The name Mo Yu."

Yi Qingyun embraced the person in his arms, frowned and asked, "Do you like it?"

"I like it." The warm breath sprayed against the man's ear, "It's like our child's name."

"..."

……

……

It was inevitable that the two of them would have some troubles.

Mo Beichen lay on the bed and asked, "Are you going to let him meet Mrs. Yi?"

"I don't know." The man lay beside him and said in a muffled voice.

"You'd better ask Mrs. Yi Xiao what she thinks about this matter, your mother's thought is the most important."

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