The little fifth son was brought to the Golden Buddha Temple by Mao Zixing. When he came that day, he recognized his life, so he kept lying on the window outside, listening quietly as Jiumo Xuankong in the middle of the Buddhist temple preached and chanted the Buddha's name to the disciples below in Tubo language.

He didn't know why he could no longer bear to leave when he heard the Sanskrit words in Jiumo Xuankong. Later, he came every day, regardless of wind or rain. Later, he became a disciple under Jiumo Xuankong's seat.

Jiumo Xuankong gave him the evaluation: Others cultivate themselves, while the little fifth son cultivates the mind. Therefore, the little fifth son has a Buddhist Dharma name with wisdom, because every disciple has a Dharma name, so the little fifth son should have his own Dharma name.

Xiaowuzi always wanted to match his mother and Mao Zixing. Every time he finished various subjects at Jinfo Temple, he would go around the bush to Mao Zixing's military camp. The guards in the military camp recognized him as the boy who often brought food to them before taking down Gangcha City, so naturally he didn't make any trouble. Xiaowuzi naturally became a regular visitor here.

Once, Xiaowuzi actually shouted to Mao Zixing in front of everyone without any hesitation: "Ada, we're going home for dinner."

The slut was not eaten, but the slutty Mao Zixing slapped Xiao Wuzi's light head in anger, and said blushingly: "In public, pay attention to the impact."

Mao Zixing finished speaking, and the laughter in the crowd became even louder. Mao Zixing realized that this was not a disguised admission that he had an affair with Xiao Wuzi's mother.

He De next to him even cheered: "Godfather, you are so unkind. When will you get a cheap son, I don't know everyone will say so that everyone can be happy to you."

"Little bastard, are you still gossiping here? Believe it or not, I will just break your sling leg straight?" He De's expression changed immediately after hearing this. In order to learn how to ride a horse, he suffered a lot, which was even worse than Mao Zixing's training. Once he accidentally fell off the horse and was dragged by the reins for hundreds of meters. At that time, he was bloody and fuzzy. Even Mao Zixing, who had always been calm, was scared and sweated. He De's body was in the nurturing period. After riding too much horse, he left a pair of sling legs like most soldiers of his age. Over time, he could not correct it again.

"I will live on my life." This is Mao Zixing's most pertinent comment to him. He wanted to correct him several times, but he ran away with a strange cry. He De didn't want to endure the punishment of splitting the muscles and bones.

"I've obviously become accomplice with my mother, but I still don't dare to admit it. Can I, who saw my son with my own eyes, talk nonsense?"

Mao Zixing was so angry that he wanted to do it again on his forehead, but after seeing Xiao Wuzi clasping his hands together, "Amitabha" sound, Mao Zixing put down his raised hand in disappointment.

When Jiumo Xuankong saw him today, he said that Xiaowuzi had a Dharma name, named Huixin. This kid is a good material for quick-handedness and asked him to discipline Xiaowuzi well. If he didn't have any jade, he would not be able to become a weapon. His adoptive father had no choice but to say that, Mao Zixing wanted to explain clearly at that time, and now even Jiumo Xuankong, who was deaf in his eyes, knew about this. He didn't expect that I, Lao Mao, would not be safe in my later years.

When everyone looked at him with a teasing look, he knew that he could not wash his way even if he jumped into the Yellow River. Just when he was about to despair, Wu Yonglin appeared. He was like catching a life-saving straw, hoping that Wu Yonglin would find a way to help him clear his grievances.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yonglin also teased him like this: "Many people are happy after picking up such a big son for no reason, and it's too late to be happy. This is so worry-free."

Mao Zixing held a bitter face and said slowly: "I think it's better to be self-reliant in giving birth to a son."

"Old Mao, I know you are wronged, I know your character, and you like that kind of bourgeois tune. The little fifth son's mother probably won't be able to see you. You see, this is an extraordinary period, and you will settle down."

"I'm better not to be too little, am I like the kind of person who lacks women?"

"You don't lack women, but you don't have any wits. You see, you beat Xiao Wuzi's head, and those who don't know think he has two horns on his head. I respect your personal opinion on this matter, but you might as well consider it. I think you have a bit of evil fire recently. Xiao Wuzi's mother's waist, Brand said, it's okay to have five sons."

"Really?" The death of the youngest son was always a heart-wrenching problem for Mao Zixing. He once tried to inject this relationship into He De, but the two seemed to lack some family affection between father and son.

Wu Yonglin advised him that the way to transfer the pain was to let a new life of his own replace this emotion. Mao Zixing knew that he would keep his head on his belt at any time, and that one day he might just be buried in a foreign land. Every time he heard Zhou Xun talking about his unborn child with a smile, he actually had a strong desire to have another child of his own.

When Mao Zixing was alone, he found that he was too lonely and too lonely. He would think of his concubine in Jiangnan. He had become a serious criminal wanted by the Wei Dynasty. Most of her became an official prostitute. When he saw her again in this life, he probably wouldn't have the shame to recognize her. She turned into a miserable end now, but it was all thanks to him.

The woman from the Western Yi can only be regarded as a dewy marriage, and she also worked together to poison herself. It would be better if she didn't want such a woman.

Mao Zixing kept finding steps for himself, which made him feel much better. When he saw Xiao Wuzi's mother again, he would not be so distant.

The noble Mao Zixing was completely in chaos. Although the story of three people becoming tigers is very old-fashioned, this is always proven to be successful.

Later, when he saw Mao Zixing's smiles more and more, Wu Yonglin felt that although he was doing this inauthentic, it was like an intellectual who took a rural woman, who looked like the man was at a disadvantage, or the class status between the two was too disparate and had no common language, but don't forget that our Lao Mao's purpose was to give birth to a son. When he worked hard all night, he did not have time to talk.

Every time Xiao Wuzi's mother took out a hot egg from her arms and ran dozens of miles to deliver a pot of hot soup to Mao Zixing's hands, it turned out that those who were making excuses could only lick their saliva and eat.

When a woman is careless and devotes herself to her wholehearted efforts like Zhao Di in "My Father and Mother", their relationship will slowly heat up, removing some utilitarian things, making this relationship more and more lingering.

Xiaowuzi was very grateful to the other two tigers, Jiumo Xuankong and Wu Yonglin, who picked up a father for no reason.
Chapter completed!