Four-and-a-half-year-old baby girl: My seven brothers spoiled me after I came down from the mountain

Chapter 133 Master is a big trap

"I am also a member of our Sanqing Temple. Why can't I attend the Taoist Conference?" Qi Zhou asked in confusion.

"It's because we are Sanqing Guan." Seeing her confusion, Mu Xuan explained, "The Xuanmen Conference is held once every five years, but not everyone can participate. The number of places is limited. As for us Sanqing Guan, this time only Uncle Tang Qing has a quota for himself."

"Master, don't you have one too?" Congee frowned and looked at him with a tilted head.

"Master..." Mu Xuan paused, always feeling like he was speaking ill of his master, but the fact was that he could only tell the truth, "Master, he was originally qualified, but five years ago , that is, in the last session, he failed to compete with others, and there was no place for him."

Hearing this, Congee looked surprised, "Didn't Master say that he is very powerful? He is still No. 9 in Xuanmen."

"That's Master playing a word game for you. This Xuanmen refers to our Sanqing Temple."

"Ah..." Qi Zhou counted on his fingers, Sanqingguan's No. 9, and the master had...

The little chubby hand suddenly paused, and Porridge's eyes suddenly widened, "Including Master, doesn't he only have nine brothers?"

"So." Mu Xuan gave her a look.

Porridge became silent for a moment. She originally thought that the master was more powerful than the fool and was ranked ninth. Unexpectedly, he was actually the ninth of Sanqingguan. That was the last one.

For a moment, she didn't know how to react. Her cheeks slowly puffed up, and she couldn't say anything. Master must have done too badly. Even if it was bad, he was still bragging!

"However." Mu Xuan changed his voice, "It's not impossible to get a quota. As long as you can get the recommendation from your seniors, you can participate. But Master Tang..."

Mu Xuan frowned, even he felt that their Sanqingguan was really having a bad year this year.

"What's wrong, Uncle Tang?" Seeing that he didn't speak anymore, Qi Zhou asked.

Mu Xuan sighed before continuing: "Uncle Tang was tricked by someone when he went on a mission some time ago, and he is still unconscious now."

Hearing this, Porridge's little brows also wrinkled, but he did not feel depressed for long, but asked: "Elder brother, can I go see Uncle Tang?"

"Do you want to see if you can cure him?" Mu Xuan instantly understood what she meant, and reminded him, "Corridge, Uncle Tang's condition is very serious this time. After his accident, the Ninth Bureau hired a lot of help for him. No matter how much people treat him, it’s useless.”

Lunchou didn't say anything, and looked at him watery, with sad eyes, which made Mu Xuan feel a little uncomfortable, "What, what's wrong?"

"Look, look, I know that senior brother doesn't believe me anymore. I'm no longer your favorite junior sister. You must have another junior sister!"

After saying that, the little girl stood up angrily, stamped her fat legs on the ground hard, and the flesh on them trembled.

Mu Xuan burst out laughing when he saw it, and his eyes became even wider. He was still laughing, still laughing!
This is the default!

Seeing that the little girl was so anxious that her eyes were red, Mu Xuan did not dare to tease her anymore. He coughed lightly and hurriedly said: "Of course not. Senior brother, you are the only junior sister. How can there be other junior sisters? Senior brother is wrong." Come on, don’t be angry about porridge, senior brother will take you to eat something delicious."

"Huh." Congee snorted heavily, holding the chubby arm and turning his head. She is not that easy to bribe!Don't even think about bending her fat waist with a little delicious food!

"Two meals." Mu Xuan looked at her and said with a smile. Seeing her ears twitching, the smile in his eyes deepened, "Ten meals."

The corner of Qunchou's mouth suddenly raised, "Okay then, then I will believe in senior brother for once."

After saying that, he emphasized: "I'm not doing it for that little delicious food."

It’s for those ten o’clock of delicious food!
Mu Xuan couldn't stop laughing. He raised his hand to pick up Zorridge and put it on his lap. He touched the little junior sister's chubby little arms and nodded with satisfaction. The little junior sister should be taken good care of.

After thinking about it, he got down to business, "Qiu Pou, since you want to see it, let's go and have a look. If Master Tang can be revived, then everything will be fine." "Yes, yes." Porridge said with all his strength. Nodding his little head, "How will you know if it works if you don't try it?"

She really wanted to be open-minded, do her best, and obey fate. It would be best if she could be revived. If she couldn't be cured, then find someone else. She couldn't just give up without trying.

After listening to these words, Mu Xuan's brows slowly relaxed. No wonder the master always said that the junior sister has a good understanding. Their Taoists pay attention to the natural theory and really shouldn't pay too much attention to the results.

He's the one who got the point.

In this regard, Junior Sister is more open-minded than him.

"Then I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, and we'll go see Uncle Tang together."

"Okay, okay." Porridge nodded repeatedly. Remembering that he didn't buy ginseng, he ran to Grandpa Qin, hugged his legs and climbed up. Grandma shouted: "Grandpa .”

Grandpa Qin was sitting on the balcony reading the newspaper when suddenly a soft breast dumpling appeared in his arms. His expression suddenly softened, and a smile appeared on his prim and serious face. He put his hands behind her to protect her. , "What's the matter, Porridge?"

"Grandpa." Congee hugged his arm and asked, "Do you know anyone who can buy ginseng? It's best if it's a little older. If you don't have 500-year-old ginseng, you can buy ginseng that's 400-[-] years old."

It's just that it will be better at a slower time, but it will still be effective.

Grandpa Qin knew that they went to buy ginseng and asked doubtfully: "Didn't you buy it when you went out today?"

Speaking of this matter, Qi Zhou became angry and told the story angrily. Grandpa Qin's face instantly darkened.

What a Cen Zhiyuan, he actually dares to bully his granddaughter. Do you really think that his family is the only one in the world that has 500-year-old ginseng?
Ah.

He sneered and said, "Don't worry, leave this matter to grandpa. How many kilograms of porridge do you want?"

This is the same as Chinese cabbage.

Congee was even more domineering than him. He waved his little hand and said, "First come a hundred catties!"

Grandpa Qin was also amused by her, "Okay, okay, wait, you can see it when you wake up tomorrow."

"So fast?" Congee was a little surprised.

Grandpa Qin nodded slightly and smiled without saying a word.

After all, he was once the leader of the Qin family. When he was young, he was no worse than Qin Lie. He also lived decades longer than him. His resources and connections are self-evident.

"Grandpa is so awesome!" Cheongchou cheered, leaned over, hugged his face and kissed him loudly. The wet touch came, and Grandpa Qin couldn't help but froze, and his body stiffened slightly.

Congee didn't notice at all, she hugged him and rubbed him in his arms, "Wow, Congee likes grandpa so much!"

Listening to her words, Grandpa Qin gradually came back to his senses. Looking at the little girl in his arms, the wrinkles on his face spread out.

The little granddaughter is just more lovable than the grandson.

Unexpectedly, he remembered Cen Zhiyuan's words again, and his eyes turned cold.

If you want to be the director of the Ninth Bureau, then he wants to see if he has that ability!
(End of this chapter)