He had planned to take Ji Tianyue back to Tianci mainland to raise her once he had determined that she was Ji Yue. He raised her like the great God raising Ning Xuemo and cultivating his feelings by the way. He thought that since he could like her in the past, he would definitely like her now. What he lacked was only time.

Maybe you can have a relationship after a few years. It's not too late to talk about marriage.

But now, his heart is more and more deviated, more and more difficult to control.

Looking at Ji Shenyue in front of him, he was very polite to him and looked like an elder, which made him very uncomfortable.

But I can't say anything for a while. After all, he and Ziyun's patriarch are on the same level.

The Lord Ziyun took a sip of the tea cup and said: "you had a marriage agreement before, so you should talk about making friends with your peers. But now you have nothing to do with each other. You and I are friends. Besides, your age is enough to be her uncle. Shenyue should call you uncle. This generation can't be disordered. Shenyue, give me a tea to this uncle Rongyue. "

Ji Shenyue promised. He poured a cup of tea and handed it to Rong Yuetian LAN: "Uncle Rong Yue, please drink tea."

"Rong Yue Tian LAN:" "

He bit his teeth secretly and looked at Ziyun's master with a smile: "as new as white, as old as old, a friend's Apprentice may not be his younger generation, let alone you and I are friends who forget their old age. The seniority between you and me does not involve the apprentice. Your apprentice and I have always been friends on the same level, but also friends, regardless of the elder and younger generation, so we can call them what we used to call them. They are familiar with each other It's good to know our habits. We immortals don't pay attention to those false rituals... "

Ji Shenyue saw that he was entangled in seniority, and he was stunned for a moment. I don't know why he paid special attention to this.

Later, I suddenly thought of Ji Tianyue, and I immediately figured it out!

Rong Yuetian LAN is going to marry her sister, because Ji Tianyue, he can't be the uncle of his future daughter-in-law

Ji Shenyue finally figured out what he was afraid of. She didn't want to let herself be an obstacle to others, so she smiled: "the average generation is the average generation. Maybe Rong Yuejun has some difficulties. He needs Shenyue and he are the average generation..."

Let the moon and sky smothering, eyes looking at Ji Shenyue, eyes light some deep, he bet that Ji Shenyue mouth and his heart's real suffering is absolutely distance! And the distance seems not small

However, the explanation seems not very good. He did not speak for a while, and Ji Shenyue accepted it as his default.

After a few steps back, he opened a distance with him and gave a gift to master: "master, I would like to dance my sword to congratulate my master on his birthday, so I would like to be a little gift prepared by my disciple for him."

To this request Ziyun patriarch will naturally agree, after nodding, he will happily hold his cheek and wait, but also to Rong yuetianlan's explanation: "this female apprentice dance is in fact unique, that is, she doesn't like to dance at ordinary times, even if this one is forced, it's rare that she has this interest today, and Rong Yuejun also has this eye blessing at the right time."

He excitedly ordered Xie Fengliu, who had changed back to the normal clothes of his disciples: "Jiu, you play for your elder martial sister."

If Xie Fengliu didn't want to, he immediately promised to take out a piano from the storage space. Even the piano table and stool are ready-made. When he sat there, he looked at his elder martial sister with bright eyes: "what sword dance does elder martial sister want? Harps and harmonies? Courtship? Or a perfect match? "