After hearing what Mo Yuanchang said, Mo Zizai was a little embarrassed. When he was a child, he had no support in the palace, so he only brought him a lot of good things every time he came. And usually he would agree to any requests from him.

Therefore, Mo Zizai learned to grab a wool at a young age. Every time he had any trouble, he would ask his sixth uncle to help him settle it.

It’s also a blessing that Mo Yuanchang felt sorry for the two children living in the palace back then. He was not impatient every time. He would help Mo Zizai solve the problem if he could solve it. He even proposed to the old emperor that he would bring Mo Zizai and Tang Weiyi back to his own palace, but he was rejected by the old emperor.

"Uncle Six said what he said? Can't I just bring you some good things?"

"That's OK." Mo Yuanchang glanced at Mo Zizai with his eyes slanted, and said with a hint: "Since you say that, then don't make any requests later."

"I said there was no requirement, but there was no requirement!"

Mo Zizai made a promise to Mo Yuanchang with righteous words, but the next moment he immediately broke the task and said with a shameless face: "I just have a few small questions to ask Uncle Six. I think Uncle Six will definitely not mind, right?"

"I just knew that you wouldn't come to your sixth uncle if you were fine."

Mo Yuanchang looked as if he had expected it, and asked, "Tell me, what do you want to ask? As long as your sixth uncle knows, he will tell you everything."

"That's right, Uncle Six."

Mo Zizai didn't care about Mo Yuanchang's jokes, and said directly: "You see, our Great Zhou Dynasty has been established for almost eight hundred years, so we have not left any foundation?"

"For example, what are the sleeping ancestors, or the invincible army, or the treasures of heaven and earth that make people eat them and can ascend to immortality on the spot?"

"You guys have read too many verbal books?"

Mo Yuanchang looked at Mo Zizai as if he was looking at a fool, "If you eat it, you can ascend to immortality. Do you have that thing to do if your father died three years ago?"

"What are the sleeping ancestors? They can only live up to 15 years of life when they enter the human realm. Where can I get you to get my ancestors?"

"Oh, no, there are still some."

Speaking of this, Mo Yuanchang turned his head and pointed to the deepest part of the sect’s mansion, "Your second uncle is inside, a master of human realm, but he is not sleeping. If you go in, you may be able to see him."

"However, it's best to bring Manager Qiu with you when you go, otherwise your second uncle will probably kill you."

“…”

After hearing what the sixth uncle said, Mo Zizai instantly understood who the second uncle was, "Is it the one who almost killed my father?"

"That's right." Mo Yuanchang nodded with a smile, "Are you surprised? You are not going to sleep with your ancestors? Come and welcome him out quickly."

"Then forget it."

Mo Zizai said embarrassedly: "A ancestor who wants to kill me, I think he'd better return to heaven earlier."

"Yes, I feel so."

Mo Yuanchang had no good feelings for this stubborn and selfish uncle. "If your wife thinks she can easily suppress the clan, you can lead the army and make this second uncle. At that time, the sixth uncle will definitely come to cheer for you."

"Huh?" Mo Zizai heard something wrong. His sixth uncle likes to play by nature, and basically no one offends him. Why do he have such a big resentment towards this second uncle?

"Uncle Six, do you have a holiday with this second uncle?"

When Mo Zizai asked this, a hint of loneliness flashed in Mo Yuanchang's eyes, but he didn't say much, just shook his head and said, "It's okay, this old thing is a disaster. If you have the chance, you can do it."

Seeing the expression of the Sixth Uncle, Mo Zizai stopped asking more questions, but made a secret decision in his heart that even for the sake of the Sixth Uncle, he would have to lead someone to kill the second uncle inside.

"My nephew understands, I promise he won't be able to live this year."

"Hmph, what a big tone!"

A cold snorkeled suddenly from a distance, and it was like a thunderclap in Mo Zizai's ears. If he hadn't been a warrior of the Youzhao Realm, just this cold snorkeling would have made him dizzy.

As the sound came, an old man in a python robe followed Mo Yuanzhen, who was confined to the sect's mansion. The two of them slowly approached the pavilion from the entrance of the courtyard. The old man in the lead had white hair and beard, but his whole body was covered with muscles, and he looked stronger than the young man.

After the old man came, he did not talk to Mo Zizai directly, but looked at Qiu Wuping, "I felt a disgusting smell from afar. I didn't expect it was you, the dog."

Qiu Wuping, who was insulted, was not angry and bowed to the visitor and said, "I have seen the second master."

"The defeated general under his command cannot be called the second master." The visitor did not appreciate it at all and said sarcastically: " Speaking of which, I, the second master, I also want to thank you, a slave for your grace of not killing."

When Qiu Wuping heard what the visitor said, he was a little silent and used his slave to attack the master. Even if he was forced to do so, he would not be morally tenable. Therefore, even if he was scolded in person, he could not refute it.

But his failure to refute does not mean that Mo Zizai doesn't speak, scolding the people he brought in in front of him, really thinking that Mo Zizai is easy to bully.

"You old maomao should indeed thank General Qiu for not killing you, and not only thank General Qiu, but also my father."

Mo Zizai directly took out his skills in scolding his father in the imperial tomb and said mercilessly: "In my opinion, the most important thing you, an old mafia, should not curse people here, but should go to the imperial tomb to give my father a three-year favour to thank him for his grace of not killing him."

"The prince is looking for death!"

Mo Xingkui was furious because of the insult. But when he was about to step forward to teach Mo Zizai a lesson, Qiu Wuping took a step forward silently and stopped him with expressionless face.

"snort!"

Mo Xingkui snorted coldly, but looking at Qiu Wuping with a stirring breath, he knew that if he moved forward, Qiu Wuping would probably really take action.

In his heart, he was actually extremely afraid of Qiu Wuping, and in the end, he did not insist on teaching Mo Zizai a lesson except for snorting coldly.

"You're just that waste son, right?"

Mo Xingkui looked at Mo Zizai with a sinister look. Mo Congyi almost let Qiu Wuping kill him back then. Even though three years have passed, he would not forget this revenge at all. If Qiu Wuping hadn't been here, he would have rushed over and pinched Mo Zizai to death.

"No matter what I say, it's your second uncle. You don't have any respect for your elders. Did your father teach you this way when he was alive?"

"I also said that I can't live this year, but I want to see why you can't live this year."

"No need to read it, Lao Zamao."

When he heard the word "bad" and Mo Zizai's face suddenly sank. He said to Mo Yuanchang: "Uncle Six, let's go."

"Go? Where to go?"

Mo Yuanchang asked in confusion. According to his understanding of Mo Zizai, he didn't look like a master who suffered a loss but did not retaliate.

Moreover, although General Manager Qiu would not take the initiative, Mo Xingkui definitely did not dare to attack Mo Zizai. Otherwise, in order to protect Mo Zizai, Qiu Wuping would have no temper even if he beat Mo Xingkui again.

"Since General Qiu is not good at attacking this old maomao, then go to the Yulin Army to dispatch troops."

Mo Zizai was full of violence. He looked at Mo Xingkui and said in a cold tone: "My father of this sect did not slaughter back then, so I will slaughter back today."
Chapter completed!