Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

It was only when the elders walked out of his line of sight did he realize that something was not right.    

"F * ck me..."    

Mo Nan was conflicted.    

He had called for a car to go to the airport and was ready to go back to Wan City. Why was he harassed by the elders? The action of pushing the suitcase had completely turned into morning exercises.    

The point was, he had even agreed for no rhyme or reason.    

If he did not do what he had promised and appeared to be dishonest, it would ruin his image in the hearts of the elders. It would make the elders feel that Ling Leesheng's disciple did not know manners.    

But if he went...    

"I'm really busy. Why don't you guys believe me?"    

Mo Nan stood where he was and said, wanting to cry but not wanting to.    

In the end, he still stayed.    

Thus, in the next two days, a group of old men revealed their true intentions. They put their unique skills into Mo Nan's mind through different methods.    

The old men did not ask him to learn, but at the very least, he had to remember, or at least have a certain level of understanding.    

They hoped that after Mo Nan understood, he would take the initiative to learn.    

This was a good thing that others could not envy.    

However, in Mo Nan's opinion, this was no less than a hellish punishment.    

A person's brain power was limited. Even if it was him, a large amount of new knowledge suddenly appeared in his head in a short period of time. He felt dizzy and his legs felt weak as he walked.    

It was as if his entire body had been hollowed out.    

The key was that Fu Yuxia did not let him go at night. She continuously challenged his bottom line like a fox, but she did not let him succeed.    

Mo Nan swore several times in his heart that he would let the woman next to him know the consequences of flirting with him. However, Fu Yuxia seemed to have guessed his thoughts. Every time she came to this moment, she would close her eyes and sleep soundly.    

Leaving Mo Nan to stare at the ceiling alone, his heart was empty.    

Fortunately, all of this suffering ended two days later.    

During this time, Mo Nan took Old Master Ling's place and gave the middle-aged doctors a two-hour medical lesson.    

However, due to his young age and lack of experience, the knowledge he taught was only superficial. He did not leave too deep an impression on these future big shots.    

On the other hand, his identity as Fu Yuxia's little boyfriend was remembered by many single men.    

When they were parting, many people came over to greet him and teased him.    

Mo Nan rolled his eyes one by one.    

It had to be said that the atmosphere of the seminar was quite harmonious. He felt like he had just joined a big family. Everyone laughed and played with each other. There was no need to be wary. It was an atmosphere that he had not experienced for a long time.    

However, no matter how relaxed the atmosphere was, it would end two days later.    

Compared to when he returned to Wan City alone, the group behind Mo Nan had become much larger.    

Fu Yuxia stood beside him. Behind her was a group of elders who had started discussing Old Master Ling's condition.    

After the seminar ended, all the elders prepared to go and see their old friends for many years.    

Fu Yuxia kept sending messages on her phone.    

"I have already greeted the other students of the teacher. Around noon the day after tomorrow, the senior brothers and sisters will arrive at Wan City. When they meet people, there is no need to be polite. Their temper is much better than mine..."    

"Oh."    

Mo Nan did not mind and replied.    

He did not care much about his senior brothers and sisters, nor did he intend to befriend them.    

Fu Yuxia, on the other hand, was particularly concerned about this. After a while, she simply said,    

"Aiya, look at my brain!"    

"Why don't we just pull a chat group and add you in as well."    

"I don't need it."    

Mo Nan did not know whether to laugh or cry.    

He could not stand Fu Yuxia's enthusiasm. After a short while, he looked at the chat group that appeared in the app on his phone. He braced himself and went in to say hello.    

"Hi."    

A stone stirred up a thousand ripples.    

Countless messages instantly filled the screen of the phone.    

"Coordinates: Modu. Welcome, little junior brother, to visit often in the future."    

"Coordinates: Jinling. Senior Sister has made a bed sheet and is waiting to check your body..."    

Mo Nan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He turned around in shock.    

"Are all the students of the old master like this?"    

"Probably."    

Fu Yuxia playfully rolled her eyes and laughed.    

"Don't look at how old-fashioned the old man is. The students he picked are more relaxed than the others. I am considered to be more conservative among them."    

"According to the old master, today is different from the past. In this era, thick-skinned people can learn more."    

As she spoke, she secretly pointed at Elder Wang, Elder Liu, and the others behind her.    

Mo Nan immediately understood.    

This was the first time he had heard that the old master had requirements for the character of his students. If he thought about it carefully, it made sense. If his skin was too thin, how could he ask the old master other than his teacher to teach him?    

Mo Nan could not help but become more curious about a group of senior brothers and sisters whom he had never met before.    

Just as he was about to chat with his senior brothers and sisters, a phone call suddenly came from Wan City. It was Mrs Fang.    

Mrs Fang was crying. Her intermittent words made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning.    

Fu Yuxia, who was originally laughing, heard something and instantly cried until her eyes were swollen.    

-    

Bad news came from Wan City.    

In the end, Ling Leesheng and Old Master Ling did not manage to pass through this hurdle. Before all the students and old friends arrived at Wan City, they died.    

Unexpectedly.    

It was also reasonable.    

When an old man in his 80s fainted and relied on nutrient solution to replenish his body, his bodily functions would quickly weaken. At this time, even deities would not be able to return to the world.    

The sky was gray.    

According to the online description, living people were hypocritical.    

When the old man was alive, other than the people in the circle, no one else in the vast Wan City knew the name Ling Leesheng.    

However, as soon as the old man left, all kinds of reports flocked to him, continuously praising the old man's great achievements in life. Even the television station specially made a golden time slot to do a program for the old man.    

Originally, it was an interview by the reporters on the streets. However, a few young people were trying their best to squeeze out tears because they were about to appear on television.    

According to the TV, the old man could be called the light of Wan City. It was something that all the people of Wan City should show off.    

Mo Nan wanted to laugh when he heard that.    

However, he couldn't laugh.    

Old Master Ling was not from Wan City. He had just settled down in Wan City in recent years. As a result, the old man became unclear about his hometown.    

It was not until the day the old man was buried that he let go of the thought of beating someone up.    

In the lifeless cemetery, hundreds and thousands of people came to pay their respects. All of them wore black mourning clothes that turned into a black ocean. Looking from afar, it made people's hearts unconsciously turn heavy.    

People were bound to die, but their minds could be passed on forever.    

Even though the old man died, he still lived.    

Mo Nan looked at the long black line on the outside and could not help heaving a sigh of relief.    

First, the Ling Family's memorial ceremony was completed.    

Immediately, Wang Zhinan and the other elders came forward. Among them, Zhou Zijun's grandfather was the most sorrowful and almost fainted. Ling Wushuang, who had forcefully held back her tears, hurriedly went forward to support him.    

"It's not a problem."    

Elder Zhou waved his hand and stood still once again. His eyes were red as he sighed emotionally.    

"A hundred generations of grace, a grand presence that will last forever. Elder Ling, you can go now in peace."