She raised the wrong cub

Chapter 17 Ancestor?
For tens of thousands of years, only a few ascended ancestors could induce the spontaneous surge of medicinal power in Beiyuan.

Hua Rong was the first.

So, it's amazing
Zhou Ling reluctantly pulled her delicate and beautiful younger brother, talking about it.

Wishing to be coquettish and cute, finally, he was persuaded to meet Beiyuan's ancestors.

Mingzhu - the ancestor of the Ming family, and also the uncle of Zhenshan master of the entire Beiyuan sect.

Since the previous master passed away, this ancestor has taken over Beiyuan, until he retreated a hundred years ago.

Now, a Huarong can attract him to come out of the mountain again. It is conceivable how thirsty cultivators are nowadays.

On the cyan marble floor, slowly flowing mist can be vaguely seen.

Looking around, the towering spruce trees are carved with quaint scriptures.

On both sides of the lobby are a few nanmu chairs, on which the head of Beiyuan Twelve Palaces sits.

Zhou Ling made the frog smaller and hid it in her pocket.

Feeling the impatience of the child in his hand, I had no choice but to keep pinching his hand, touching the back of his hand to comfort him, and signaled him not to be irritable.

On the main seat, an old man with white beard and hair, a scar on his face, and a majestic face looked over.

Zhou Ling saluted respectfully, but Hua Rong remained motionless.

Akisuke narrowed his eyes, brushed his beard, and called out softly.

But seeing that rumored "child prodigy", let alone salute, they didn't even bother to look at him.

Suddenly, a pair of gloomy eyes sank.

The atmosphere in the hall froze.

Everyone just muttered: Is he just a half-grown child with such an aloof temper and no sense of etiquette?
The old ancestor spoke, with a serious tone: "My son is six years old this year? It seems that Miss Zhou lacks the education for him. It's okay, since I chose Qingling, I will let my son live with Qingqiu directly from now on. Good day and night to teach carefully."

Qingqiu, who was mentioned by the ancestors, stood up. She was a female monk in her thirties.

I saw her long hair and high bundles, a gentle smile on her face, and bright eyes.Stepping forward to salute:

"Yes, Master Uncle, this junior will be well educated."

Zhou Ling choked, and her complexion also turned bad.

Lack of education?

The younger brother just didn't salute. Can you speak well to such a small child?
Huarong looked at the old man on the main seat with a half-smile, his eyes were sinister and gloomy, but at this moment they seemed to be looking at a dead man coldly and mockingly.

Zhou Ling glanced at it, and felt a "thump" in her heart.

No matter how powerful the younger brother is, he is still a fledgling little demon.

With a bad temper and no understanding of the rules of the world, how could he beat this old ancestor?
What if the younger brother loses his temper and makes a move and is found to be a monster?
Zhou Ling regretted it very much, and had no way out.

In fact, she thought too much, if it was really a monster race, she would be discovered just after entering the gate of Beiyuan, how could she stand here and talk.

Zhou Ling hurried forward and hugged Huarong, and took the initiative to find the steps: "Thank you for your care, my brother, who is still young and dependent on me, I will educate him carefully in the future."

Gently stroking Hua Rong's back with one hand, seeing that he didn't respond at all, my heart felt cold again.

Just when he was worried that he was about to lose his temper, Hua Rong slightly turned his head, lowered his eyes, but did not speak again.

Zhou Ling was surprised and relieved.

He squeezed his younger brother's hand, but this time he held it in his little hand instead, and squeezed Zhou Ling's fingertips gently.

Everyone just thought they were child prodigies who were arrogant and spoiled, they didn't take it seriously, talking and laughing.

After a while, he mentioned that Sect Leader Chi is about to leave the customs, and his cultivation base has risen again, which is really gratifying and congratulatory.

There was a lot of chatter, and the old man on the main seat also lost his dignity.

Probably because he didn't have the patience to deal with a brat, and let the head Qingqiu take the two of them away without saying a few words.

Zhou Ling wanted to leave a long time ago.

Her curiosity about the new life was dispelled by the words of this arrogant and indifferent ancestor.

Before the two left, Hua Rong turned to look at the old man.

Eyes lightly fluttered, and a trace of breath that no one could notice spread silently towards the old man...

Half an hour later
Two monks, a man and a woman, came beside the head of Qingqiu.

The elder brother of the Qingling School is "Qingyuan", and the elder sister is "Qingwu".

The two have gentle personalities, polite and approachable conversation, which makes it easy for newcomers to develop a good impression.

The headman left, and Zhou Ling was taken to a small courtyard by these two seniors.

The yard is in a bamboo forest.

The surrounding flowers and plants are particularly lush, the breeze is blowing, the fragrance of flowers is elegant, and the temperature is pleasant.

Brother Qingyuan swung his sleeves to sweep away the dust inside and outside the yard, and turned his hands behind his back, looking elegant and leisurely.Looking at the little junior sister in front of her, she said softly:

"This small courtyard is specially prepared for Junior Brother Xiaorong. From now on, you two will live here. If there is any inconvenient place, you can come to your Senior Sister Qingwu. Senior Brother, I have to go back first. .”

Zhou Ling responded politely, Qingyuan nodded and smiled, and then offered a long sword.

Go far away, fairy wind.

Senior Sister Qingwu was born gentle and dignified, with a straight back and eyes as soft as spring water, and said:
"Junior Sister, you're welcome, Junior Brother Xiaorong is very talented, choosing our Qingling sect is the most correct choice. You can see that the medicine is so powerful that it came here on its own initiative today. You can imagine the cultivation level of Junior Brother in the future."

Alchemists are highly respected in the three realms.

Their Qingling School has always been used to being praised by the Three Realms, but since the medicinal power was swept away by the King of Spirits more than 3000 years ago, there has never been a great power.

Now they have finally regained their vitality, and there is another child prodigy, who is here to save their Qing Ling!
Guagua hiding in his pocket: The villain moved into the house of the decent, and the decent still provided food and drink for him.

The boss really knows how to play.

　Hua Rong: He bullied me
　　Zhou Ling: Good boy, I can't beat him.

　　Huarong: I can
　　Zhou Ling: Don't brag

　　
　
(End of this chapter)