Dragon Tiger Mountain The main hall is filled with incense.
Zhang Qingxuan had just inserted the three pillars of fragrance into the cauldron and was kneeling quietly on the futon with a respectful and peaceful expression.
The perennial scent of sandalwood in the hall gave him a long-lost sense of belonging - the feeling of home.
After a while, there was a burst of rapid but slightly old footsteps outside the hall.
Zhang Jingqing almost stumbled in.
He had tried his best to suppress the turbulence in his heart along the way, but when he really saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure kneeling in front of the statue of the Patriarch, all his Daoist cultivation collapsed at this moment.
He stood at the door of the hall, his lips trembled slightly, his eyes instantly turned red, and his voice was hoarse with a hint of disbelief. "Qing...Qingxuan? Is it... is it you?"
Zhang Qingxuan has heard this voice countless times in his dreams.
Hearing this familiar voice, he slowly turned around.
In front of Zhang Jingqing, his temples were all stained white with frost, and his forehead also had many ravines of years.
Old Celestial Master, who was once high-spirited and full of immortality, was eventually worn out by time.
Zhang Qingxuan felt that his nose was sore and his eyes were moistened instantly.
He knelt down again without hesitation, his forehead pressed against the cold floor tiles, his voice choked but extremely firm:
"Unfilial disciple Zhang Qingxuan makes master... worry!"
Looking at this disciple who had once made him proud, Zhang Jingqing was so excited that he burst into tears. He quickly stepped forward and helped him up, with a trembling voice. "It will be good to come back, it will be good to come back! You kid, you really want to be a teacher!"
He held Zhang Qingxuan's shoulders tightly with both hands and looked up and down, his eyes full of distress and concern. "How have you been in these years?"
"Are you suffering? Are you hungry? Are you tired? Are you injured?"
For this disciple Zhang Qingxuan, Zhang Jingqing loves him from the bottom of his heart.
Especially now, this disciple who was admired by the Patriarch has come back, and he still recognizes this family. How can this not make Zhang Jingqing feel as sweet as honey?
Listening to these simple but heartfelt concerns, Zhang Qingxuan felt warm in his heart and nodded solemnly. "None of these, master. My disciple has lived a good life these years, and he has also had some opportunities."
Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing breathed a long sigh of relief and said repeatedly, "That's good, that's good! As long as you are good, I will feel relieved as a teacher."
Just as the master and apprentice were reminiscing tenderly, a milky sound suddenly came from under the altar table.
"Ouch!"
This voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Zhang Jingqing, Zhang Qingxuan, as well as Zhang Zhiwei, Zhang Huaiyi, and Chengzhen who were standing at the entrance of the hall watching the show all looked at the altar table.
I saw that there were a lot of tribute fruits on the offering table. Then, a little girl with pink and jade sculptures crawled out from under the offering table. There was still some fruit residue on her little face, and she was blinking her big eyes with an innocent look.
Seeing this little girl, Zhang Zhiwei, who was watching the show on the side, immediately became happy. He rubbed his hands and stepped forward. "It turns out to be Ningxue. Come on, let me give you a hug!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhiwei had just taken a step when he was pulled back by a thin but strong hand.
When Zhang Jingqing heard the name "Ningxue", he looked at Zhang Qingxuan's expression, and then looked at the little girl's eyebrows and eyes that were 70% similar to Zhang Qingxuan, and he roughly guessed the little girl's identity in an instant.
A torrent of family affection called "relatives from another generation" instantly overwhelmed Old Celestial Master's rational defense.
With a smile on his face, he walked quickly to little Ningxue, squatted down, and spoke in an extremely gentle tone, as if he was afraid of scaring her. "Little girl, what is your name?"
Little Ningxue tilted his little head and looked at this kind Mr. The Master: "My name is Zhang Ningxue!"
When he heard his surname was Zhang, Zhang Jingqing became even happier and continued to ask, "Do you know who I am?"
Little Ningxue replied very obediently, "You are the Grand Master!"
The words "Master" directly shattered Zhang Jingqing's heart into pieces. It was so sweet that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. "Hey! Ningxue is good! Master, hug me!"
He picked up little Ningxue and lifted him high, which was extremely rare.
Little Ningxue didn't recognize him as a stranger, and stretched out his little hand to grab Zhang Jingqing's beard. "Grand Master, your beard is so long."
Zhang Jingqing was a little hurt when he was caught, but he smiled like a child and asked, "Why, this beard is stuck to Ningxue? Then I will shave it off in a moment!"
After saying that, he really looked at his beard seriously, as if he was looking at some unsightly stumbling block.
(Beard: You are so noble, you can shake this big pot like a six!)
Little Ningxue shook his head, gently stroked his beard with his little hand, and said with a sweet smile, "Master Tai is so kind! But since it can be kept until now, Grand Master must also like it very much! Master Tai likes it, and I like it too!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi, who were standing aside, immediately opened their eyes. They all turned to look at Zhang Qingxuan, their eyes seemed to say: [Junior brother, this is what you taught me? This mouth is too sweet!]
Zhang Qingxuan was also confused and shook his head quickly: [No!]
Not to mention Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Huaiyi, even Zhang Qingxuan himself was very surprised.
My daughter is so young and can talk so well. She is a Xiao Tian talent!
Zhang Jingqing is holding little Ningxue, feeling like an ironing stick in her heart. The more she looks at it, the more she likes it.
Suddenly, he asked curiously, "Little Ningxue, where is your mother? Why isn't she with you?"
Little Ningxue did not speak, but turned to look at Zhang Qingxuan.
When Zhang Jingqing saw this, his face turned a little darker when he looked at Zhang Qingxuan, and his tone was a little "angry": "Why, can't I see the child's mother? You kid, are you still hiding her?"
Zhang Qingxuan saw this and waved his hand quickly. "No, master, it's not what you think, it's just a little bit..."
Zhang Qingxuan Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of crisp footsteps outside the hall.
Immediately afterwards, four beautiful figures walked in side by side.
They have different temperaments, but they are equally charming, as if the whole hall is eclipsed by them.
The four people bowed and saluted together, and their voices were clear and sweet, resounding throughout the hall:
"My disciple Lu Xueqi, I have met Old Celestial Master!"
"My disciple Li Yingxue, I have met Old Celestial Master!"
"My disciple Xue Qinghan (Snow Empress), I have met Old Celestial Master!"
"My disciple Gu Yuena, I have seen Old Celestial Master!"
At this moment, the incense in the hall was still there, but it seemed that the whole world was lit up by these four beautiful figures.
Zhang Jingqing was holding little Ningxue, with his mouth open, completely stunned.
Zhang Zhiwei folded his hands on his chest and looked like "my junior brother is invincible in the world".
Zhang Huaiyi took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Qingxuan. His eyes changed from surprise to deep admiration.
[Junior brother, you... are really good at playing!]