Farming Boy With A Magic Ring

The Old City Lord chuckled, "Jingjuan, don't you dare make a scene with me. Take a look yourself. How many days has your precious son been fooling around? How did I set the rules? Huh? He is the son of the city lord of the east district. I told him to be disciplined. Be clean and behave yourself. Don't run to the brothels all day long. But has he ever heard of my words? Huh?"    

    

"Damn it, drinking flower wine all day long, visiting brothels, smoking dirt... Forget it, he even spends all day with a bunch of hooligans... Today he steals a chicken, tomorrow he steals a duck. Let me ask you, is my family lacking money or food? F * ck, every time I tell you about him, you keep protecting him."    

    

" The most intolerable thing is that he's narrow-minded and petty. He's a self-centered person, and when it comes to dealing with servants, he's either beating or scolding them. When he treats his own brothers, he keeps tricking them. Let me ask you, how can you become the City Lord with such a personality? "    

    

Jingjuan shouted unreasonably," But he is your son after all. Your position will not be passed on to him. What is the meaning of you passing your position to your daughter? Mo Yuzhen was going to get married after all. Once she got married, at that time, wouldn't the City Lord of the East District be given to an outsider? Are you worthy of your ancestors? "    

    

Old City Lord chuckled, "The City Lord of the East District's surname isn't important. What's important is that he can be beneficial to the people! Stop screaming. All of this was caused by you, the mother. If it wasn't for you being too protective, how could he have achieved what he has today? "    

    

" Master, are you serious? There's no room for negotiation at all?" Jingjuan's face suddenly darkened as she coldly asked.    

    

"What is it? Do you still want to use violence on me?" Mo Cheng's face also turned cold.    

    

"I dare not. How would I have the courage to do so? But old master, you seem to have forgotten that my mother's family is from the Sword Resisting Villa, right? You also forgot that my brother is now the Manor Owner of the Sword Resisting Villa, right?" Jingjuan threatened in a cold voice.    

    

How could the Old City Lord not understand the meaning behind her words? It instantly angered him until he was half dead. He pointed at Jingjuan and shouted angrily, "What a shrew! You used your mother's family to pressure me again. After so many years, every time I quarreled with you, it was not because of your hard work that you became the Manor Owner. It was because your brother was a Manor Owner. Mo Lei felt that it was because he had a few cheating uncles that he dared to look down on others. He doesn't listen to me."    

    

"Fine, fine. You are amazing. Didn't you always talk about your family? Today, I will say it here. Don't say that your brother is here.    

    

Even if the Heavenly Emperor's father is here, it's useless. "    

    

"Butler, give me instructions. From tomorrow onwards, prepare for the ceremony of succession. I want to pass my position to my daughter Mo Yuzhen in the near future."    

    

"Yes, Master!" The old butler lowered his hand and agreed. Then, he turned around and gave the order.    

    

"Alright, Master. You are ruthless. Humph, humph, you will regret it!" Jingjuan left after saying that. After a while, a carrier pigeon flew out from her bedroom towards the Sword Controlling Villa.    

    

"Father, why don't you give this seat to Liu? Don't really make the Sword Management Manor unhappy. When the army comes, it won't be a joke." Mo Yuzhen was very clear about the methods of the Sword Resisting Manor. It could be said that it was useless. Her father was definitely not a match for them.    

    

"Don't be afraid. Tomorrow, I will send a letter to the Sect Master of the Skyhill School. He is an old friend of mine. I believe that he will not stand idly by."    

    

"What's wrong, Old Mo? Your position is restricted by others?" old ruffian had a surprised look on his face.    

    

"Xuan Er, this is?" Only now did the Old City Lord have the time to ask about old ruffian's history.    

    

Before Yang Hsingchen could say anything, Mo Yuzhen said happily. "Father, you still don't know, right? This Master Loong is really powerful. My brother was forced to fall off the cliff by Western City's Shaofan. He was the one who saved him. His medical skills are amazing. Oh right, he even passed his medical skills to my brother! "    

    

" What? What did you say? Your brother was forced down the cliff by Fan Wei? What's going on? Hurry up and tell me!" The Old City Lord was shocked and hurriedly asked.    

    

Mo Yuzhen acknowledged and then told him everything that happened between her and her brother. The more the Old City Lord heard, the more it frowned. Finally, it said, "According to what you said, doesn't that mean that the West District has been plotting against my East District?"    

    

Mo Yuzhen nodded. "Yes, father. They actually pushed the spy Yin Di into my side. Just thinking about it makes me feel terrified."    

    

"Not afraid! From the establishment of our eastern city until now, we have gone through countless waves and waves, big and small. They're not qualified to take us down. Tomorrow, I will write a few more letters to my old friends. Let them come and walk around the east side of the city, let the people from the west side and the Sword Resisting Villa take a look. I, Dong Cheng Mo, also have friends in the martial arts world!"    

    

Old ruffian shook his head when he heard that. "Oh my dear Old Mo, you can't do this. You can fix the books for this and that. You can't always place your hopes on others."    

    

"You have to know, whether it's friends or relatives, they have no obligation to help you for free. Only if you have something that interests others will they help you. But this is only a thing that can cure the symptoms but not the root of the problem. What do you mean by that? It's all a lie to lean on people. If you fall down, you crawl on your own. Only when you are strong enough will you not be bullied. Waiting for others to help you won't be a good thing."    

    

The Old City Lord blushed after hearing old ruffian's words. " How could I not understand this principle? But of my two sons, the eldest son, Xiaoxuan, is wholeheartedly begging for mercy. He has to be benevolent and benevolent in all matters, and has never been willing to learn martial arts. His second son, Mo Lei, relies on his powerful grandfather and powerful uncle. And he never learned martial arts."    

    

Speaking up to this point, he gave Mo Yuzhen an approving look. "Only Little Zhen is unwilling to be mediocre. From primary school to martial arts, only then did he have some small skills. However, she is still a girl after all. Furthermore, there is no master teacher to teach her. She only learned the Kung Fu of a three-legged cat. "    

    

"Furthermore, our eastern city has always been focused on agriculture. Who would go and learn martial arts when they have nothing to do?! You know the reason. In our Spirit Star. Even if you train to death, your fist will only be slightly harder. It was impossible to cultivate the Genuine Qi. That was why it had fallen to this extent. Oh right, Master Loong, no one here has been able to practice medicine for hundreds of millions of years. How do you know medicine?"    

    

Old ruffian chuckled. "I have always lived in the mountains and rarely come out. That's why I don't know much about your market. You don't know me. Old Mo, don't worry too much. With you, Master Loong here... What do you mean by eight swords? As long as they dare to come... I guarantee that they won't be able to bear the consequences."    

    

The Old City Lord stood up in excitement. "Master Loong, you know martial arts too?"    

    

Old ruffian said proudly, "Of course! However, I only know how to talk on paper. You, Master Loong, can't really fight with others."    

    

"Ah?" The Old City Lord sat down powerlessly. He thought to himself, 'What's the use of talking on paper? Isn't it the same as not saying anything?'