Ten minutes later, Xie Qin stopped in the front yard of an ancient building, looked at the closed courtyard door, and said:

"Old ancestor, Yuanshi Tianzun is here."

An old voice came from the yard: "Let him in."

Xie Qin looked at Zhang Yuanqing and said in a low voice, "You can go straight in."

After all, he turned and left.

Zhang Yuanqing gently pushed open the mottled gate of the two mountains, the moon was shining like gauze, the shadows of the trees in the courtyard were mottled, and three red lanterns were hung.

On the only stone table in the yard, sat a boy of six or seven years old, with hair tied in a hosta, wearing a loose robe, holding the crab's legs with his small hands, and gnawing on them.

Half of the face is oily.

The boy's mind was all on the food. When he saw Zhang Yuanqing coming in, he ignored him. He was a completely ignorant and innocent child.

Zhang Yuanqing looked away and looked at the brightly lit ancient building. Bright lights shone through the lattice door.

He shouted towards the ancient building: "Thank you senior, I came in?"

No one in the building responded.

Zhang Yuanqing yelled three times, but no one answered.

He immediately cast his eyes on the foolish boy, but still couldn't believe it, he asked tentatively, "Senior Xie is inside?"

Only then did the boy look up at him, and an old voice came out of his small mouth:

"in front of you."

Is it really this kid? Zhang Yuanqing turned pale with shock: "The younger generation is so stupid that they don't know Mount Tai. Thank you senior for rejuvenating and being unparalleled in the world. The younger generation is shocked and cannot express their admiration in a thousand words."

He bowed his head and bowed: "That's not the case, it's not enough to express the junior's admiration for you."

Looking at Yuanshi Tianzun who suddenly knelt on the ground, the boy was taken aback, and a smile quickly appeared on his small face: "Your boy is very interesting, sit down and eat crabs with the old man."

Zhang Yuanqing immediately sat over, not opposite to the boy, but beside him, picked up the jug in a supporting gesture, and poured wine for him.

Although the ancestor looked like a minor, he was actually a young child over a hundred years old.

"The ancestors have long admired their names. I have seen many demigods, and you are the most special. You have all returned to your original nature and rejuvenated your youth." Zhang Yuanqing said.

"This is the characteristic of the Earth Mother, nothing unusual." The patriarch of the Xie family picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

Mother Earth, is this the professional name of a musician at the demigod stage? Zhang Yuanqing took advantage of the situation and said: "Old ancestor, how do you say that!"

The patriarch of the Xie family used a silver shovel to shovel a piece of crab roe into his mouth, and said with a contented look on his small mouth:

"Only mothers and children can unleash the power of a musician, especially at the demigod stage. If you maintain the appearance of an adult man, the power of your skills will be greatly reduced. Women who have not given birth to children will also be unable to unleash the true power of a musician."

There is such a saying? Huh, the core ability of a musician's profession is breeding, which seems to make sense Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of Wahuangtu.

Emperor Wa holds the holy baby, corresponding to mother and child.

"Listening to the old ancestor's words is better than reading ten years of books." Zhang Yuanqing poured wine attentively: "The old ancestor drinks."

The immature, fair-skinned and lovely boy toasted for a drink. JrNovels.com