Ten days later, Mo Chengjun finally returned to the Galaxy Sword Sect again and returned to his small courtyard behind the Zangfa Tower.

The afternoon sun was still shining brightly. He closed his eyes and rested on the lounge chair, with the mottled tree shadows falling in front of his eyes, face, and body.

He felt real warmth and peace of mind.

So, he took a beautiful nap, until someone rubbed a piece of goose feather on his face, and the itching feeling could no longer be suppressed, he reluctantly opened one eye with a slight squint.

Then he saw a little girl with a bun in a bun, her little face came closer, and she was snickering maliciously.

But it’s Baling’er’s daughter, Ba Nichang!

Mo Chengjun said helplessly: "Xiao Rui'er, is it fun?"

The little girl seemed to be frightened, and immediately put her hands behind her back, saying quibbled: "What? I didn't do anything?"

"Then what's in your hand?"

"Yes? No?"

As she spoke, she loosened her little hands and the feathers fell down, and then stepped on her little feet, crushing them hard into the soil.

Then he raised his hands and said with a smile: "Godfather, look? There is nothing!"

"..." Mo Chengjun slapped his forehead, helpless.

At this time, someone on the side said: "Rui'er, go and play aside, your godfather and I have something to say!"

"Okay."

The little girl ran away immediately, running on her short legs, chasing a rabbit and jumping up and down.

It was given to Zhao Rulan by Baling'er. He had raised it for many years, but now he saw his little master running faster than anyone else.

Mo Chengjun turned around and looked at the other side of the tea tree. Baling'er was also sitting on a recliner, twisting his body comfortably.

When Mo Chengjun looked at him, he asked without raising his head: "You're back?"

"Yeah." Mo Chengjun responded, but didn't really want to speak:

Baling'er seemed to feel something. He raised his head slightly, looked at it carefully, and said, "Why do I feel that something is different when you come back this time?"

"Is there any?" Mo Chengjun still said lazily:

Balinger was even more certain. He straightened up and asked, "Tell me, where did you go after we separated this time? What did you go through?"

Mo Chengjun opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Or maybe he didn't know what to say.

Should I tell the other person that I am not from this world?

Did he come from outside the world, and is he an old popsicle that has been sleeping for three thousand years?

In our world, humans cannot fly into the sky and into the earth, but they can control spaceships and land on the moon?

Not to mention whether Baling'er would believe it or not, he really couldn't say this.

Seeing Mo Chengjun's hesitation, Baling'er said simply: "If it's not convenient to say it, don't say it.

Junior Brother Mo, I just want to tell you that no matter what, you still have my friend here and the sect as your backing.

This is your home!"

Mo Chengjun smiled: "I know."

Baling'er spoke again: "However, I still have to say what should be said. This time, I really want to thank you."

Mo Chengjun said dissatisfied: "So? Just talk about it verbally?"

"Haha, of course that won't work. Tonight, I'm going to invite you all to dinner. Your sister-in-law has prepared a big table of dishes. We won't go home until we get drunk."

After that, he added: "I also want to apologize for Ru Lan's petty thoughts. I told her once that if something happens to me, it would be most useful to ask you for help.

I just didn’t expect that stupid woman to not tell the truth, but to use some unflattering tricks. For this, I apologize to you on her behalf.”

Mo Chengjun waved his hand: "You know, I won't mind."

"I know, but I don't want to create a gap between you and my brother because of this, so if you want to speak openly, you must be candid!"

This may be the reason why Baling'er and Mo Chengjun can become good friends. Even Mo Chengjun's wariness cannot resist Baling'er's frankness.

Mo Chengjun smiled again, and his smile became much more comfortable: "How many more drinks will you have with me tonight?"

"Okay, I'll stay with you until the end, Junior Brother Mo."

After hearing this title, Mo Chengjun suddenly turned around and asked: "This time I went out, I finally learned one thing. It seems that the sect has a rule that for monks of the same realm, the true inheritance is greater than the inner sect.

So, are you, 'Junior Brother Mo', taking advantage of me?

My senior brother Ba?"

Yes, Baling'er is only an inner disciple, and Mo Chengjun is already a true disciple. If we follow the rules, Baling'er will have to call him "Senior Brother Mo"!

But Baling'er never told him about this matter. He only figured it out after meeting Chu Xuexian, Zhao Wuchen and others.

This incident shows Mo Chengjun's narrow social circle, but there is no doubt that Baling'er did it on purpose.

As expected, the smile on Baling'er's face froze slightly, and then she said with a grimace: "No, no, I just forgot. Well, we have known each other for so many years, so it doesn't matter what we are called."

Mo Chengjun smiled "haha" and said: "It's okay, it's not a big deal, it's just that I want to hear you call me 'Senior Brother Mo'.

How good is that?

Junior Brother Ba!”

Baling'er couldn't even hold back his smile. Under Mo Chengjun's aggressive gaze, he suddenly turned his head and shouted: "Ah haha, your sister-in-law is still busy there, I'll go back first, Rui'er, Rui'er, Rui'er

Son, stop playing and leave!"

With that said, he got up and ran away as fast as he could, without giving Mo Chengjun a chance to speak again.

As for Mo Chengjun, looking at Baling'er's back, he didn't say anything more and just grinned.

This time, he smiled naturally and happily.

…

It was night, and a banquet began at Baling'er's mansion.

Baling'er and Zhao Rulan had been preparing for this big banquet for a long time. The dishes were carefully prepared by the best restaurant chefs in Yunjian City. There were all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, not to mention rare and exotic animals, and there were many that were beneficial to spiritual practice.

medicated diet.

The wine is exchanged from the sect's wine cellar, and it can be exchanged with contribution points. The spiritual wine that has been dusted for at least a hundred years not only tastes great, but is also aimed at monks and can suppress mana fluctuations to a certain extent.

It's the wine that can really make monks drunk, and it's called 'Peach Blossom Brew'.

As for the guests, they all knew acquaintances, and the five-person rescue team came naturally.

Jindan Master Zhao Wuchen also brought his wife, a red-faced woman with white hair and elegant temperament, whose exact age cannot be determined.

The other four people came together. They all brought gifts, which were not precious, but they were all thoughtful. Most of them were for Ba Nichang, but they made the little girl smile so happily that she couldn't close her mouth.

Then Xue Pan and his son also arrived. This matter actually had nothing to do with them, but Xue Pan's act of helping them still made Zhao Rulan recognize them more and be more willing to get close to them.

Finally, there was Mo Chengjun. He was the most bachelor. He rode a donkey and came to the door empty-handed.

It can be seen that he is here just to eat and drink.

Under the bright moon, a group of people were sitting around a square table.

When the dishes are served, the wine is poured, and the aroma fills the air, and all the guests are salivating and their eyes are shining.

Most monks have bad appetites, but this does not mean that monks do not like to eat.

In fact, their sharper senses make them pay more attention to the quality of food and have higher requirements for dishes.

And such a table was enough to make them all look at each other.

This time, Baling'er escaped from death and was the most emotional. He and Zhao Rulan first picked up their wine glasses, said a few words from their hearts, and sincerely thanked everyone.

Then there was chatting, bragging and spanking, with the 'Peach Blossom Wine' until the glass was dry. After a while, the atmosphere was heightened.

Well, even though three thousand years have passed, and even though the world has changed, the wine table culture seems to have remained unchanged.

And in this banquet, Mo Chengjun was considered the centerpiece, the one who was drunk by everyone.

There is no other way. His true identity and thunder magic power have been exposed. It is impossible to keep a low profile. He is naturally the object of everyone's curiosity and the center of everyone's defense.

In particular, Baling'er was still holding his shoulders, bragging about his past to everyone, telling everyone about my brother's past, leaving everyone stunned.

To be honest, Mo Chengjun's past is actually lackluster and his experience is pitiful, but I can't help you look at it from another angle!

Not to mention the legend of breaking through the foundation building even after passing the 'forty limit', the three self-researched secret records he handed in and his status as an improver of "Hunyuan Qi" can make people sit up and take notice.

Even Zhao Rulan and Xue Pan were dumbfounded, and they understood why Baling'er valued this brother so much?

Mo Chengjun knew that this was Baling'er's 'retaliation'.

To 'retaliate', he asked him to call him 'senior brother' in the afternoon, but you can't help but let others brag at the wine table!

And, how should I say it?

Listening to others praising themselves, that’s also, sorry, cough, quite refreshing!
To be continued...