Mo Qingchen thought about it more and more, feeling that this thing was feasible, or rather, she had to try no matter what.

  So, how to get the martial arts secret book? If you ask Yunzhi to ask her brother to bring one, it's probably not possible to satisfy your own mind. After all, her brother is just an ordinary child and cannot have the right to randomly select a secret book from the scripture pavilion.

  There are only four months left until the end of the year, and I must find a quick-fix secret recipe to be effective. In that case, isn't it necessary to personally visit the Zangjing Pavilion?

  Mo Qingdun sat in a rocking chair, swaying back and forth, constantly thinking about this matter. After some thought, she remembered one person - Fourteenth Uncle!

  Fourteenth Uncle was the closest person to her in the Mo family, apart from Grandfather and Yun Chi. Since Grandfather's identity made it inappropriate for him to help himself, asking Fourteenth Uncle for this small favor shouldn't be a big deal either. With his status, taking herself to the Scripture Pavilion to choose a secret book should not be difficult.

  Tomorrow is just a rest day, can take this opportunity to find fourteen uncle.

  Mo Qingchen was just thinking about it when he heard a voice say: "Girl, what are you thinking about?"

  "Ah, Grandpa, you're back?" Mo Qingchen jumped up from his rocking chair.

  Mo Danyan looked at Mo Qingchen, hesitated for a moment and said: "Cough cough, girl, you're worried too. If it's really not possible, we won't participate in the year-end competition."

  "Grandpa, what are you talking about? Didn't you say that we must attend the year-end gathering?" Mo Qingchen asked in surprise.

  Mo Danyan narrowed his eyes and said: "You're an exception, you've just been brought back to the Mo family, even if you don't participate in this small competition, it's not a big deal."

  Mo Qingchen lowered his head and said softly: "Grandfather, I don't want to be an exception."

  Mo Danyan was taken aback for a moment, then said: "Uh, girl, you really have spirit." In her heart, she scolded Mo Dashan until he was covered in blood, but she didn't dare to confess the wrong thing she had done to Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingchu didn't think this had anything to do with his determination, it was just that the path of cultivation was fraught with difficulties, like crossing a mountain range of ten thousand peaks. If he couldn't even take the first step and instead chose to escape, then it would be hard for him to achieve anything in the future.

  Mo Danyan looked at Mo Qingchen, who was worried about his cultivation at such a young age, and felt a pang of sympathy. He opened his mouth and said, "Girl, the old peach tree in this courtyard, the peaches should be picked now, otherwise when the autumn wind comes, those big juicy peaches will fall to the ground, it's really a pity."

  "Hmm." Mo Qingchen nodded in agreement, she didn't expect Mo Danyan to suddenly change the subject.

  "Heh heh, little girl, tomorrow you gather the familiar kids from Chaoyang Hall to pick some peaches and have a peach banquet." Mo Danyan suddenly said.

  "What?" Mo Qingchen almost stumbled.

  Mo Danyan's whiskers twitched as he said, "What, does Grandfather's peach tree that is often watered with the water used to soak spiritual medicine not qualify as a Peach of Immortality?"

  Mo Qingchu wiped away cold sweat and said: "It's just that every year Grandfather holds this, Mo Qingchu doesn't know how to deal with it."

  "In the past, it wasn't such a hassle. When the season came, we'd pick them all and send a basket to the old man if he liked them. If not, we wouldn't send any and would use them for wine or eat them slowly."

  Mo Qingchen walked up to Mo Danyan and naturally patted his back, saying: "Grandpa, can this peach still be brewed into wine?"

  Seeing Mo Qingchen's sparkling eyes, Mo Danyan laughed and said: "You little girl, why does Grandpa think you love drinking?"

  Mo Qingchen stuck out his tongue and said, "How could I? It's just that the spiritual wine Grandfather gave me to drink that day was too delicious, and from then on, I fell in love with that taste."

  Mo Dashi's face turned awkward as he said, "Heh heh, you're right, this peach has some spiritual energy to it. The fruit wine brewed from it may not be comparable to the divine wine of that day, but it's still a rare and beautiful wine."

  "Grandfather, why not just do it as usual? You give some to those you're familiar with and use the rest for brewing wine?" Mo Qingchen ventured. Although she understood that Mo Danyan was doing this to help her get along with the people of Chaoyang Hall, the thing is, she had more important things to attend to tomorrow, how could she have time to deal with that Peach Banquet nonsense!

  Mo Danyan stretched out his finger to wipe Mo Qing's dusty nose and said, "You little girl, at such a young age you love wine and are so petty, it's not good. Grandpa still has some peach wine stored here, I'll give you some when you come back. I'll take some of the peaches from this tree with me, and after you entertain the kids tomorrow, let each of them bring some back, it'll be a lively occasion. Little girl, you've come and grandpa hasn't even properly celebrated for you yet."

  Mo Qingchen heard this and couldn't shirk it, so he scolded: "Thank you, Grandfather. Mo Qingchen isn't stingy, but in the past, Grandfather always gave peaches to others, yet when Mo Qingchen came, he didn't give any, people will think that Mo Qingchen is greedy."

  "You're still young, why think so much?" Mo Danyan patted Mo Qingchen's head.

  One night without words, after finishing breakfast, Mo Qingchen sent Yun Zhi to deliver messages to several familiar people.

  "What's going on? So early in the morning?" Mo Ran asked as she lifted the curtain and entered, seeing Mo Ning Ruo's delighted expression.

  "Tenth sister, take a look." Mo Ning Rou handed a plain letter with faint peach blossom petals printed on it to Mo Ran Yi.

  Mo Ran glanced at the invitation and sneered, "I thought it was something important, but it's just Xiaoshiliu's invitation. Is she trying to use this opportunity to get everyone to go easy on her during the year-end comparison?"

  Mo Ning Rou bit her lip and said: "Tenth sister, Qing Chen isn't that kind of person, she also sent you a post."

  "Hmph, I'm not going!" Mo Ran said, turning to leave.

  "Shijie, the peaches from Wu Yeye's house are really delicious. I heard that today we can also drink peach wine." Mo Ning said softly.

  These words made Mo Ran's feet, which were originally about to go out, stop in their tracks. She hesitated and said: "Is that so..."

  Mo Ning said with a smile: "Tenth sister, go on, go on, Hu Tou and the others will all be going."

  But at the moment when the rooster's crowing had just stopped, people began to arrive one after another at Mo Qingchen's residence.

  Upon hearing the knock on the door, Mo Qingchen said, "Yunzhi, go and open the door, see who's arrived."

  "Ah." Yunchi responded crisply and turned to open the door.

  Mo Qingchen smiled as he gazed at Yunzhi's back, who was wearing a brand new moon-white silk skirt today, making her look even more elegant and refined. No matter what, she was still a young girl full of longing for the future, and although she usually appeared calm and composed, she actually loved lively scenes.

  "Master Fifteen." Yunzhi opened the door and nodded at Hu Tou who was standing outside.

  Hutou didn't stop and walked straight in, shouting: "Qingchen, Qingchen, I'm here!"

  He was closely followed by his servant Cheng Feng, who brushed shoulders with Yun Xi and glanced at her.

  Mo Qingchen clearly saw that Yun Zhi's pale face was tinged with a captivating flush.

  "Hu Tou, you're here quite early." Mo Qingchen said with a smile.

  "Hmph, what's wrong? Don't you want me to come earlier?"

  "Hehe, no way, I'm actually feeling bored being alone. Come sit here." Mo Qingchen pulled Hu Tou to the table that had been set up in advance in the courtyard.

  Just then, there was another knock at the door.