The sixth sister, Mo Lan, saw that Uncle Thirteen had indeed left the back mountain, and her breath suddenly relaxed. She turned around and activated the pass token in her hand. The white mist in the courtyard rolled, and a hole was revealed.
A gust of wind blew.
Behind the old locust tree, a white shadow came out.
It was the woman in white holding the pipa.
She craned her neck and looked in the direction where Uncle Thirteen was leaving, a little choked with sobs:
"Thirteenth Lang, he is still the same. He is exactly the same as when I met him in Zuihonglou. After so many years, he has not changed at all! Mo Lan... you... why did you lie to me and say that your father had died of illness? Yes, and why did you stop me and your father just now..."
"mother!"
The woman in white is none other than Nan Jiaren, the biological mother of Sixth Sister Mo Lan who spent hundreds of years condensing her soul.
Sixth sister Mo Lan tried her best to hold back her anger.
She explained patiently:
"Mom, that heartless man, he can't even recognize who you are. What's important to you whether he's alive or dead? To me, he might as well be dead!"
"Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you kidding? That's your biological father!"
"My biological father? If it weren't for my unwillingness to accept my fate, I would have died in the prison where he got his wife. At that time, what was his biological father doing?!"
"No matter what, he is your biological father. Without him, there would be no you. And he is not wrong. You are not unaware of the days when you were drunk in the Red Mansion. If it hadn't been for your father's favor back then, , I am afraid that I would have died of illness a long time ago, so I could still give birth to your two siblings. Moreover, it was not your father who put us two in jail, but her first wife. Your father must not have known about it. Otherwise, why would we leave our two mothers alone!"
"mother!"
Sixth sister Mo Lan looked at Nan Jiaren intently.
she knows.
My mother still harbors illusions about my father.
Simply.
She made her mother completely give up today.
"Mother, let me tell you that besides you, my father later married a girl from the Liu family, and soon after that he married another woman. The two of them are now Jindan cultivators, and they also gave birth to children for my father. They are inseparable. , in his heart..."
"It doesn't matter. A man has three wives and four concubines. What's more, your father is already a Jindan master. Having only these few wives is extremely rare."
Sixth sister Mo Lan's words not only did not hit Nan Jiaren, but made Nan Jiaren feel that her thirteenth uncle had a long-lasting love. Hundreds of years have passed, and including her, there are only four women. Even an ordinary Yuanwailang has more than seven bedrooms. Aunt.
Sixth sister Mo Lan was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Nan Jiaren realized it later, panicked, as if she had done something wrong, and said in a low voice:
"Mo Lan, I'm sorry, I...I listened to you. Don't worry, I won't go to your father. Really, don't worry, I won't recognize your father either. If he comes again next time, I hid immediately so that he wouldn't see me, but... you and your father shouldn't get into too much of a quarrel in the future. I can't help you, but your father is a golden elixir, and there will always be times when I can help you. !”
"Mom, let me tell you again, my only relatives are you and my brother. From now on, don't mention that person again, even if you think about it. You remember it!"
"Mo Lan, listen to me..."
"Okay, mother, don't say any more. You've been out for too long today. You should go back to the soul-raising tree as soon as possible."
Sixth sister Mo Lan directly interrupted Nan Jiaren, her face expressionless at this time.
Seeing this, Nan Jiaren did not dare to nag anymore. She gave a few instructions, and with a flash of her body, she floated in through the window of the main room, and then disappeared into a set of magic arrays arranged in the room. Two magic arrays were placed in the array. The root of the soul-nurturing wood turned into a piece of white smoke and disappeared into the thinner soul-nurturing wood.
