Heaven-defying Shuangjue arrogant concubine

Chapter 688
"Father, did you go to the opposite side?" Mo Yirou saw that the old man Du and his father came back one after the other.

"Well, tomorrow I also want to follow them to the back mountain to have a look."

"Okay." Does this mean that the father-in-law acquiesced in his daughter's ability?

The corners of Tuoba Lianxiong's lips could not help but curl up.

It is happier for a daughter to be affirmed by her father-in-law than for him as a father, or to be affirmed by her father-in-law.

After dinner, Mr. Mo sat alone in the room, thinking of his niece and grandson who hadn't met yet. Their family can be said to be better than blue, and each generation is stronger than the other.

Lying on the bed, he could not sleep, so he took the jug given to him by his son-in-law today, and came to the yard, thinking about using wine to help him fall asleep.

Before the half bowl of wine poured out reached his mouth, he smelled a rich aura in his nose.

Ok?What kind of wine is this?

Mo Lao took a small sip, and the next moment, his expression froze there.

Where is the wine?
This is simply divine water, a pot full of pure divine water?

Even if the high-ranking family's ten years of divine water is not as good as this pot, and the son-in-law will give a pot as soon as he makes a move, what kind of concept is this?
In comparison, the Shenshui from the upper-class family seems to be not as pure as this, and is a little inferior.

Only the three great families and the divine master know the source of the divine water from the upper-class family.

It dripped from the mouth of a phoenix on their altar in one of the temples on Upper Liuling Mountain.

They only come here on the appointed day every year, and the magic water dripped out in a year is only enough for each of the four families to share half a bottle.

The four locks on the door symbolize the four families, the family of Shangguan, the family of Wenren, the family of Moshi and the gods. It cannot be opened if one family is missing, or if there are more families.

This is to balance their power, prevent a certain family from encroaching on their own, and make it stronger.

Holding the divine water in the bowl, Mr. Mo suddenly thought of something that was very painful and broke him. In the afternoon, he generously poured half of the bowl of divine water to Patriarch Tuoba.

He instantly understood why Patriarch Tuoba was so anxious to leave as soon as he finished drinking, it turned out that he was afraid that he would settle accounts after the fall.

Distressed!My flesh hurts!Egg hurts!All kinds of pain!

With trembling hands, Mo Lao wanted to pour back the unfinished divine water, but how could the spout be so small?Every drop is wasted.

Later, he still sent the divine water in the bowl to his own mouth without a drop.

The divine water nourished his meridians and eight meridians that had been dry for a long time, and the aura from the backing here was particularly strong, and it crazily drilled into his body.

Feeling the moaning sound of refreshing muscles in his body, even the skin on his body was stretched a lot, the whole body looked relaxed, radiant, and much younger.

The small half of the bowl just nourished the meridians in his body and adjusted his physical condition. If he drank the big half of the pot, maybe he could break through the bottleneck of wandering on the edge of Shenxuan in one fell swoop.

However, he was reluctant.

He wants to keep it and share it with his niece and little grandson. He is old, and no matter how strong he is, there are limits. It is better to make his descendants stronger.

Originally, he wanted to use the strength of alcohol to make him sleep until dawn, but he didn't expect the feeling of heartache to make him unable to sleep.

Mo Lao, who didn't sleep much all night, was not as depressed as he imagined, but just as energetic.

Early in the morning, he went to the back mountain with the "Mojiajun" and watched their physical training in front of them, push-ups, squats, climbing trees, running... Simple and ordinary, but watching them practice one by one is a joy Almost.

(End of this chapter)