Even if Yun Feimiao could tell the difference, he would have to say that he couldn't, and he would also take the initiative to accept the punishment and give them a bunch of delicious food to make these four little kids happy.
Lan Tingyun also liked this uncle very much. He had mermaid blood in his body and was naturally water-loving. Yun Feimiao's aura was almost identical to that of water, and Lan Tingyun felt like a fish in water when he was around him.
Therefore, Lan Tingyun followed Yun Feimiao with the jellyfish in his arms every day, and felt very sad because he could not sleep in his uncle's room at night.
Yun Erge's little daughter often comes to look for Yun Feimiao. Every time she comes, she holds a book in her hand and asks Yun Feimiao various questions.
If Yun Feimiao was coaxing other children, she would go and ask Xie Yang for advice.
The little girl often sighed, "Uncle Xie knows a lot. Uncle Xie knows a lot too. Unlike my dad, who often doesn't know anything when asked."
Her brother Yun Zhichuan also likes Yun Feimiao very much, but he prefers practicing sword rather than playing with Yun Feimiao.
Before, there was no one in the Yun family who was good at swordsmanship, and he always had no idea how to learn it himself.
Now that many sword practitioners have suddenly come to his house, he is happier than anyone else.
But he couldn't learn what Yun Feimiao taught him, and he couldn't learn what Xie Yang taught him either, so he ran to Feng Zhuo and Jiang Qingruo for help.
Feng Zhuo initially thought the kid was quite interesting and was happy to teach him the Feng clan swordsmanship that he had improved countless times.
He felt that his magnificent swordsmanship needed a successor, but Yun Zhichuan obviously could not be that successor.
After teaching for a few days, Feng Zhuo sent a message for help to Yun Feimiao.
When Yun Feimiao arrived, he saw Yun Zhichuan sitting on the ground crying loudly, still holding his wooden sword tightly in his hand.
At that moment, Yun Feimiao was a little dazed. He felt that the figure in front of him overlapped with Yun Wuyang from thousands of years ago, and even the crying sounds overlapped.
"Ahhhh what should I do, Xiaoqi? I can't learn it!"
"Ahhh, what should I do, uncle? Why can't I learn it?"
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