"My mother, there are a few people coming to our house later. You go and make a pot of tea." Ji Wuyun said softly.

"Wow, grandpa, are you here to visit the distinguished guest? You actually need to make tea and entertain me?" Ji Qingxian said with a little excitement.

In her concept, she has not been a guest worthy of tea reception for many years. Meeting such a guest means that grandfather will take out delicious food to entertain the other party, and she will naturally benefit from it openly.

"It is not yet certain whether it is a friend or an enemy. No matter what, we must be polite first and then soldiers!" Ji Wuyun explained patiently.

He only explained to Ji Qingying in his life. When he was young, he had suffered so many prejudices and misunderstandings, but he never said a word.

"Wow, the enemy is the best. I haven't beaten anyone in several days." Ji Qingxian said with an excited look on his face.

"Don't do anything randomly, make tea quickly, otherwise you won't finish the Eighteen Arhats tomorrow night and don't think about eating." Ji Wuyun said pretending to be stern.

The biggest problem with the education of the next generation is that when Ji Wuyun saw Ji Qingxia pouting his mouth, tears rolling in his eyes, and instantly all the rules disappeared, and his mind was full of thought about how to make Ji Qingxia feel better.

Ji Qingxian stuck out her tongue and jumped to the kitchen. Before boiling water, she thought for a while, took out a rolling pin from under the table, held her hands tightly in her hands, and gestured hard to the air. Her mind was full of enemies running away with their heads in her arms.

Zhao Jin brought Xiao Potian and Murong Piaopiao to the door of Ji Wuyun's house, bowed to it, and said loudly: "Sister Zhao Jin, come to visit Senior Ji with friends."

"Okay, I'm soaked in the monkey and the crown. What kind of cultural people are you learning? Come in." Ji Wuyun said impatiently.

Zhao Jin smiled and Xiao Potian wanted to enter the house first, but he grabbed him. He stepped into the yard carefully, for fear that Xiao Potian would accidentally trigger some mechanism.

"Zhao Jin, since I promised them to come to see me, I will naturally not move any moves. Just bring them in normally." Ji Wuyun said in a calm tone.

Zhao Jin hugged his fists into the air with a shame, and then made a call. Xiao Potian and Murong Piaopiao stepped in.

As soon as Xiao Potian entered the door, he saw an old man with white hair sitting in a wheelchair with a big golden sword, staring at him with bright eyes.

When Xiao Potian looked at him, his eyes actually felt a little painful, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.

This was the first time Xiao Potian felt this discomfort when he looked at him. He could not help but cry in his eyes after less than five seconds of sighting.

According to Zhao Jin's description, Ji Wuyun does not know how to do martial arts, but with Ji Wuyun's sharp eyes, he should be a top master, even far above Xiao Potian.

"My younger generation Xiao Potian, I have met Senior Ji." Xiao Potian clasped his fists and said respectfully.

Although Murong Piaopiao was dissatisfied, she could only follow Xiao Potian and said, "Murong Piaopiao, I have seen Senior Ji."

"Tell me, what is the purpose of you coming here?" Ji Wuyun asked in a cold tone.

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Chapter completed!