Chapter 177 Mo Zhiru

Of course, it is impossible for my brother to accept my ambiguous statement. He immediately asked on the phone, "It's concise. Can the central idea of 300 words be summarized?"

If he really wanted me to summarize the central idea, I would directly summarize it in a simple way: "Zandara, the fortune teller in Nanyuan, was poor and strange. When I went to Nanyuan, I was caught by her and directly lost it in the chaotic madhouse for a few days."

Brother was shocked: "You were not dragged by them to do human experiments, did you?"

Brother is wise! I howled in my heart, "How do you know?" Are you following or watching Chaos while doing the experiment?

The senior brother answered and was silent for a long time and said, "Really... What have they done to you?"

"All kinds of experiments and all kinds of experiments..." My memory really don't know what tests Chaos has done to me: "Listen to Tao Yi's saying that more than ten pharmaceutical tests alone have been done? In addition, I remember a noise experiment, and I heard that there is a cold-tolerant experiment in the plan... In short, my spiritual vein has been destroyed, and I can't generate spiritual power again in the future.

There was silence for a long time.

Then the senior brother finally caught the point: "Who helped you diagnose the destruction of the spiritual vein?"

"Kirin, follow Dr. Li."

The senior brother clicked over there, "Where are you now?"

"Xi Jiang."

Brother immediately said, "Which river in the west?"

"..." I looked back at the elder and asked with my eyes: Didn't you tell my brother where I was?

The man shook his head and answered with his eyes: He didn't know where you were.

...Based on the characteristics of the brother's road idiot, this is a complete fact.

So I struggled with my brother and roughly explained the difference between Xijiang and Jiangxi. At least three minutes later, he suddenly realized: "In Qingdao, I remember Xiaojiu was there. I bought a ticket and arrived at about three o'clock. You can go to Xiaojiu to see the injury first, and then figure it out with Xiaojiu."

-Xiu said by my brother is my ninth brother Mo Zhiru.

He is two years older than me, but he is more than two years older than me. Because although he is a direct disciple of the Mo family, his parents are not Mo family, but a fucking mother - that is, his grandmother is a branch of the Mo family, so he barely ranked a name on the Mo family.

According to the meaning of the elder, Mo Zhiru was not qualified to enter the Taoist temple to practice, but when he was still eight years old, he was idle and had nothing to do. A group of brothers went to the intersection in the middle of the night to play the game of inviting A Piao to dinner and summoned a fierce guy to kill them. The fucking mother, that is, his grandmother, asked him, "Did you provoke something that shouldn't be provoked?" When Mo Zhiru was admitted to the hospital for more than 20 days and still didn't get any improvement. After getting a positive reply, she directly took Mo Zhiru back to the dojo.

Then Mo Zhiru stayed in the Taoist temple.

Then Mo Zhiru worshipped the elders as teachers and followed us to practice together.

My relationship with Mo Zhiru is very good among a group of brothers and sisters. Mo Zhiru started late. Although what he should have learned in his early years has been made up, there are always some congenital shortcomings; and although I started earlier than him, it is really a little... indignant in terms of hard study. In addition, we are not very good-looking (...) among the disciples of the Mo family, so we feel sorry for each other, and our feelings are more than my other sisters. In the past, I didn't call him brother but call his brother. Now I came to Mo Zhiru's territory by mistake. My brother asked me to ask him to take care of him. It's natural to be reasonable.

But my focus is not here. I'm surprised: "Kirin has seen it for me. Do you still come to see it?"

Brother coughed: "I have to find a way for you, don't I? You can't... not use Taoism all your life, can you?"

He pressed the last few words very low, but my heart was warm when I heard them, and I was faintly moved. It turns out that there is a person in the world who loves himself so intimately that he feels so good.

Brother said a few more words on the phone, but he was not talking to me, but telling the people next to him. After saying that, he went back to ask me, "Do you have any money with you?"

I opened my mouth and heard the gluttony next to me before I could speak, "Is it for you to find someone?" No need to prepare money, I can take you there."

I immediately said to my brother, "There is a toll."

"That's enough. I just talked to Xiaojiu. He just returned to Qingdao yesterday and is idle today. You can take the paper and write down his address, and go straight to him later.

I quickly motioned the elder to prepare a pen of paper, and he would deliberately turn into a computer directly. I immediately asked my brother, "You say it."

"He set up a stall in front of the pot selling fried ice cream at the bottom of the underground passage selling seafood next to the trestle. If you can't find a way when you go, just ask them 'where is the computer repairer'..."

Me and the eldest son: "..."

I haven't seen you for many years, and Mo Zhiru has changed a lot. I remember that when he first went down the mountain five years ago, he was still a fat man, white, fat, Q and soft. Now when I saw him in front of the ice cream jar, he turned into a tall and thin handsome man, wearing sunglasses, holding a guitar, picking blonde hair, and sitting carelessly in the underground passage. At the same time, there is a vertical "name measurement and fortune-telling" on the left, and a vertical "singing and composing songs" on the right is only one horizontal batch: "All is OK."

The old man and I couldn't help but look sideways. In private, we felt that Mo Zhiru was very depressed now, but his business was not bad. More than a dozen little girls surrounded him. Several people on the left shouted "Master, please help me look at the palms" and on the right side shouted "handsome guys come to sing for the first time" and looked up at the sky: "This is It's a man's ideal life.

"Is it?" I sneered, "You should wait for him to take those little girls into the harem."

The glutton did not dare to answer. The fish intestine looked at me with a smile and said to me sideways, "I will meet your Mo Zhiru in the past", and then swaggered towards Mo Zhiru: "This little master, can you please take a look at me?"

Mo Zhiru looked up at the fish intestines, opened the corners of his lips, and his eyes under the sunglasses also showed a faint light: "This brother is handsome and extraordinary, and his identity is either rich or noble. What does this brother want to see more than this brother (-Mo Zhiru's name has changed so fast)?

The corners of the fish's intestines and lips bent: "What do you think of my luck?"

"Your appearance is beautiful and refined, and your words and manners are also very modest and polite. I think there should be many women who love you..."

Nonsense, haven't you seen that the eyes of several people around Mozhi have been attached to the fish intestines? His lips are red and teeth are white, pink and tender, and his voice is as sticky and sweet as glutinous rice. Which one doesn't like him?

"It's just..." Mo Zhi turned like a wind and suddenly turned down. "Little brother, you are more angry, and there is more bloody smell and killing. Even if someone can accompany you, it will not be long. You should be extremely evil. Only people with very hard lives can engrave you.

Mo Zhiru's words are very serious. The girls next to him who are chattering around the fish intestines don't take it seriously. Although they exclaimed "No way?", "Really?" "It's so scary." In fact, looking at their expressions and eyes, I didn't feel how accurate Mo Zhiru said. Only the fish intestines's eyes lit up, and the corners of their lips bent up a little: "What's what the master said?"

Mo Zhiru's lips also bent up. He raised his hand and took the fish intestine to look at it and slowly raised his head: "With all due respect, you should be like a peerless sword in your life--

I frowned.

I only heard Mo Zhiru continue to say, "Although he is a two-edged soldier, he is the king of a hundred blades. If it is too soft, it will be rolled, and if it is too rigid, it will be folded. But the person who can get your sincere treatment is naturally equivalent to getting the other hand. Because your character is the best of weapons. No matter the mountains and battlefields or the palace plains, you can always accompany that person, loyal and live up to others.

A good sentence "Let's live up to others". Mo Zhiru's words, I'm afraid that any self-conscious sword will leave a good comment after the end of the transaction.

The fish intestine was naturally very satisfied. He pulled back his hand from Mo Zhiru and walked towards us. When he came to me, he smiled very happily and looked up: "Mo Zhiru deserves to be the best disciple of the Mo family. Although he is mediocre in Taoism, he is first-class and insight into people's hearts. In all the famous swords I know, Raven Nine should be the best match for him. Later, you can talk to Mo Zhiru. If he hasn't made a spiritual contract, he will take time to go back and take Raven Nine.

I: "...are you going to talk about the matchmaker?"

"Help my brother take a look by the way." He took my hand and put a paper ball in my hand. I unfolded the paper ball and saw the book:

Brother is busy now. Go to the trestle next to buy some bags of deep-fried dough sticks to feed the seagulls first.

PS: Remember to help me find a fish sausage for an autograph.

Me: "..."

No wonder Mo Zhiru took the fish intestine with his hand and said so many flattery and flattery before. He dared to recognize the fish intestine long ago, right?

I'm busy now and don't want to see me. I'm also embarrassed to look for someone with a shy face. Since he greeted me on the trestle to feed the seagulls, I would rather obey him. I turned around and greeted the glutton behind me: "Let's go and feed the seagulls..."

The glutton is not standing behind at all. Seeing my doubts, the snarrator quickly explained, "He went to buy something to eat."

He really deserves to be a foodie...

I'm not going to invite the gluttons to go together. As for his food, I'm afraid that the deep-fried dough sticks he bought will all go into his stomach before the seagulls eat them. It happened that I didn't bring any money when I went out, and I couldn't buy a few bags of deep-fried dough sticks, so I only bought the goji fish sausage and my share, and went up to the trestle to feed the seagulls.

The sea is calm.

In the distance, the sea swung from far and near, breaking the sunlight thrown into the sea layer by layer. Close to the embankment, there are rare dark shadows fluctuating, but I don't have time to take a closer. Next to it is a "poof", followed by an exclamation from the flat ground, thousands of times, resounding through the sky--

"It's not good! Someone jumped into the sea!"