Time has not left any traces on Senior Wan Ling.
Her appearance looks exactly the same as it did decades ago.
Her hands are as soft as silk, her skin is like gelatin, she is wearing a light yellow palace robe, a long skirt that reaches the floor, her hair is standing up, with green hairpins, her eyebrows are as curved as willows, her eyes are like lake water, and her nose is small, even at a quick glance, she looks... Much younger.
No one can see that she is enough to be Zhao Yian's grandmother.
But her temperament is completely different from back then.
Wan Ling exudes a graceful and elegant aura in every move she makes. Even with her every frown and smile, you can feel the strong confidence contained in her, as if nothing in the world can stump her.
"Junior...Junior Zhao Yian, I have met senior."
Although Zhao Yian felt a little strange, but this was the Golden elixir monk in front of him, so he naturally did not dare to make any mistakes casually, so he had to bow slightly cautiously.
His eyes were downcast.
Avoiding Wan Ling's playful gaze.
"Zhao Yian, Zhao Yian..." Wan Ling muttered it several times and smiled: "It's a good name, but I don't like hearing the title of senior. From now on, just like the head of your family, you can call me uncle." That’s it.”
The words fell.
Her beautiful eyes turned and landed on Zhao Yongqi.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao Zhao, as the saying goes, you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. You shouldn't just do it to offer me the elixir this time, right? But this three-thousand-year-old eight-treasure soul-nourishing flower is indeed of great use to me, so you have your heart. "
It can be seen that Wan Ling is indeed in a good mood.
Otherwise, he would not have called Zhao Yongqi "Little Taoist Fellow Zhao" as a joke; this was the name he used when they first met decades ago. At that time, Zhao Yongqi was still young, so he was called "Little Fellow Taoist Zhao", but now he is no longer the same name. A young monk embarking on the path to immortality at the beginning of the year.
"Uncle Master's Dharma eyes are as bright as a torch."
Zhao Yongqi showed an embarrassed smile.
"To be honest, I did have selfish motives for visiting my uncle today. Due to the Shuiyue Valley recruitment order, most of the monks of the Zhao family have come to the Ninety-sixth City. This junior came here because I want to ask my uncle to arrange a small Help me with a kind word when I'm at the base."
"The Zhao family is willing to offer various resources and spiritual stones to Uncle Master every quarter. If Uncle Master is driven by anything, the whole Zhao family will definitely obey his orders."
Zhao Yongqi came to ask for help.
Of course, it is not based on empty words.
The so-called affection is false, only interests are the most real.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, and to bind Master Wan Ling as a big backer, he took out the most cherished three-thousand-year-old elixir in the clan, and was willing to dedicate a considerable amount of immortal cultivation resources every quarter in the future.
"snort."
Wan Ling snorted proudly and feigned anger: "As expected of that person's successor, he is exactly the same as that person. Whenever he comes to the door, he always asks me for help."
Zhao Yongqi smiled bitterly and did not answer.
If only Zhao Shouyan, the second-generation patriarch, were here.
With his style of doing things, when he heard what Master Wan Ling said, he might just say, "Can we do it? If not, I'll leave." This is his way.
It's a pity that Zhao Yongqi is not Zhao Shouyan.
He didn't have such a close relationship with Master Wan Ling, and he would never dare to behave so wildly.
"I heard that you married two wives?"
Wan Ling did not directly answer whether he agreed or not, but changed the subject and asked about Zhao Yongqi's personal affairs as if he were chatting with others.
"yes."
Although Zhao Yongqi didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, he didn't dare not answer. He replied cautiously: "They are Zhao Yongwen, a member of the Zhao clan, and Xiong Wushuang, the daughter of the Xiong family leader in Qianzhong Domain."
"There is another person named Zhao Fuyu." Wan Ling reminded.
Zhao Yongqi was stunned for a moment.
But he still answered quickly: "Zhao Fuyu is just my junior sister, and I have no relationship with junior sister Yu."
He was puzzled.
Wan Ling is already a Jindan monk, why is he still so gossiping and focusing on love affairs all day long.
"Yeah?"
Wan Ling sneered: "That's not what Fuyu told me."
"Uncle Master, have you seen Junior Sister Yu?"
Zhao Yongqi was slightly surprised. He never knew that Zhao Fuyu was actually involved with this beautiful uncle. Could it be that Zhao Fuyu told her something, so she came to investigate today?
"Forget it, I don't care about the affairs of you juniors."
Wan Ling's thinking was very fast, and he had no intention of explaining at all. He continued on his own: "I know about the Zhao family. It is not easy for the Zhao family to develop to the current situation in southern Xinjiang. I will not take advantage of you." It’s cheap, and there’s no need to make offerings or anything like that.”
"but......"
She paused.
Her beautiful eyes fell on Zhao Yian, and she continued with a half-smile: "I don't have a reliable person to drive me around. I think this kid is very popular with me. How about keeping him by my side and letting me control him for a while?"
"this......"
Zhao Yongqi showed hesitation.
He looked at Zhao Yian, but saw Zhao Yian looking at him with a pleading look. Zhao Yongqi felt a little guilty and couldn't help but avoid Zhao Yian's pleading look.
"Are you embarrassed?"
Wan Ling asked back, seeming to lose interest in an instant, waving his hands in disinterest and saying: "Forget it then, you can go down."
"Ex...Uncle, don't be embarrassed. It's a blessing for me to stay and work for my uncle." Zhao Yian didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly a look of determination appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly agreed with the belief that he would be willing to die.
"Ha ha......"
Wan Ling was amused.
She couldn't help laughing and teased: "You kid, you don't think I'm going to do anything to you, do you? You can rest assured that I'm a newbie here, and there are indeed few reliable people around to help me. You just happened to be able to do it."
...
"Clan leader, where is Junior Brother Yi'an?"
When he returned to Youzheng Street, he happened to meet Zhao Chongmao. He saw Zhao Yongqi and Zhao Yian going out, and only Zhao Yongqi came back. There was still a smile on his lips, as if he had encountered some happy event, and he couldn't help but wonder.
"Junior brother Yi'an."
Zhao Yongqi pondered for a moment.
He carefully considered his words and replied: "Uncle Wan Ling is short of manpower. Junior Brother Yi'an has been helping like this for a while. He probably won't be back for a while. I can ask Uncle Chongmao to help take care of his affairs."
Zhao Yongqi spoke very tactfully.
He can't say that he sold Zhao Yian at a good price, and the Zhao family has a big backer in the Ninety-Six City.
However, Zhao Chongmao is calm and sophisticated.
When he came back to his senses, he quickly thought of something.
[Being left behind by Senior Wan Ling? 】
Who is Senior Wan Ling? He is an old friend of the second-generation patriarch Zhao Shouyan, a dignified golden elixir-level monk. Zhao Chongmao, as a veteran of the two dynasties who has watched the development and growth of the Zhao family, has naturally heard of Senior Wan Ling.
How could someone deliberately keep Zhao Yian by his side for no reason?
Thinking of the very similar looks of Zhao Yian and Zhao Shouyan.
Zhao Chongmao felt that he had tasted three of them. He smiled, shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.
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