Journey To Longevity

Suddenly, several months have passed, and it is time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Families in the Lingshan Mountains in Binhai City, as well as shops in the square city, each posted, hung, or embedded the "Shentu" and "Yului" peach charms on the front of the door, praying for blessings and eliminating disasters.

It's just that the Green Fire Valley is as quiet as ever, and nothing has changed.

But in the early morning of this day, when the time of day arrived, a white jade flying boat quietly landed outside the valley, and Zhang Tianwu jumped off the Zhang Tianwu deck.

A little man poked his head out from the edge of the deck, stretched out his hands, and called out crisply: "Grandfather."

Immediately, the child turned over and jumped towards Zhang Tianwu from the Zhang Tianwu deck with arms, hands and feet spread like a flying squirrel.

Zhang Tianwu took it easily, put his palm-sized hands under the child's creaking nest, laughed and threw it up again, several times in a row, the laughter of the two became louder and louder.

While the two were joking, another pair of extremely young men and women descended from the flying boat.

"Great-grandfather." The elegant man in the green shirt hesitated to speak.

However, the woman next to her with a woman's hair in a bun gently pulled her husband down without showing any traces, but she didn't say a word of persuasion, but just looked at the pair of great-grandfathers and great-great-great-great-grandsons gracefully.

It's just that all these small actions fell into Zhang Tianwu's eyes. He threw it away and asked with a smile:

"So what if I fell, Ming'er has taken countless medicated baths in the past few years, her body is strong, and the porcelain is very solid, so she won't get in the way if she falls a few times. Minger, tell me, don't you!"

"Gaozu, if I am taller, I want to fly like Gaozu." Zhang Tianming said with a smile.

But at this time, the formation outside the valley opened a door just beyond the crowd, Zhang Bixing walked out of it, he bowed to Zhang Tianwu lightly and said: "I have seen my uncle."

"I've seen Uncle." The man and woman also bowed their hands and said.

"Is the ancestor free now?" Zhang Tianwu asked.

"I'm already waiting in the pavilion." Zhang Bixing responded, and he immediately walked ahead and led the group of people in.

After entering the valley, Zhang Tianming, who was in Zhang Tianwu's arms, kept looking around, looking very curious.

Zhang Tianwu didn't let him down until he came to a place more than ten zhang away from the pavilion.

As soon as he landed, Zhang Tianming ran like a runaway pony on the ancient Qingshi Road towards Shiting.

But halfway through the run, he suddenly tripped over a crack in the stone and fell to the ground.

He turned his head and glanced at the few people not far away. Seeing that they didn't seem to come forward or cry, he got up by himself and stood where he was.

"Grandfather, father and mother, hurry up." Zhang Tianming shouted repeatedly, shaking his little hands.

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up and down and ran into the pavilion in one breath. With his big eyes open, he looked curiously at Zhang Shiping, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon in the pavilion, and Bai Qi, who was lying on the side. Glanced back and forth.

"Little guy, what are you looking at?" Zhang Shiping put the teacup on the table and said softly.

"Grandfather Yuan, this tiger is so big." Zhang Tianming pointed at Bai Qi and smiled.

Up the generation is father, grandfather, great-grandfather, great-grandfather, heavenly ancestor, great-grandfather, great-grandfather, distant-ancestor, originator

And if the family members of the Zhang family are counted from Zhang Shiping's father Zhang Tong'an, it is "Yuan Hengtai of the same generation, Tian Zhi Bi Wen Tian".

There have been many generations between the generation of the word "Shi" and the generation of the word "Tian".

If in the secular world, Zhang Tianming, the grandson of Yun, wanted to pay homage to Zhang Shiping, the distant ancestor, it must be in the ancestral hall, offering sacrifices in front of the spirit tablet.

But in the practice world, not to mention the descendants of the ninth generation, there are also existences beyond the tenth generation.

Of course, Zhang Shiping has no heirs, and Zhang Tianming is not in his lineage. The reason why this child called him so, must have been taught by someone. Valley

As for who?

Zhang Tianwu didn't think much about this kind of thing, so it was either Zhang Wenxing or Zhang Lu's couple.

Zhang Shiping would not be disgusted with this kind of etiquette, after all, Tianming is a genuine member of the Zhang family.

Besides, even clansmen of the same bloodline, after the fifth server, the blood relationship between each other has become weak.

"It's called Bai Qi, and the guy on the rock is called Jiang Si." Zhang Shiping said.

Zhang Tianming looked in the direction Zhang Shiping pointed at.

And Jiang Si, who was on the boulder not far away, raised his head and looked over after hearing the voice, grinning his white teeth, and looked at the most talented child in the new generation of the Zhang family.

At this time, Zhang Tianwu and others also came outside the pavilion.

"Greetings to the ancestor." Several people bowed respectfully.

"Sit down, why do you think of me today." Zhang Shiping said softly.

Zhang Tianwu stepped forward and sat cross-legged on the futon under Zhang Shiping. He embraced Zhang Tianming and said loudly: "After this new year's festival, Ming'er will be three years old. I want to bring it to the ancestor for you to see. Recognize people!"

"Chinese New Year? Are you going to be three years old so soon?" Zhang Shiping said in a daze.

He doesn't know how long it has been, and he doesn't know what it's like to have a new year.

The little man Zhang Tianming took out a pair of small wooden signs from his pocket, with a few words written on them twisted and twisted. Only after careful inspection could he see clearly that they were "Shen Tu" and "Yu Lei".

He broke free from Zhang Tianwu's embrace, ran to Zhang Shiping ~www.readwn.com~ handed the wooden sign forward, and said crisply: "Grandfather Yuan, it's for you."

Zhang Shiping took the wooden sign with a smile, stroked the child's head, and then looked up at Zhang Wenxing and his wife.

And Zhang Lu lowered his head slightly, not daring to look at the patriarch of the family.

Zhang Shiping withdrew his gaze, looked at the wooden sign, pointed to the word 'God' on it, and asked softly, "What's the name of this word?"

Zhang Tianming immediately replied loudly, and then read the remaining three words again.

"You've learned well, let's go play with Bai Qi." Zhang Shiping said, and he patted Bai Qi beside him.

Bai Qi stood up immediately, wrapped the child with his demon power, put it on his back, and then jumped out of the pavilion.

"Little Tiger, bring the child here and let Master Jiang take a look." Jiang Ru said via voice transmission.

But when Bai Qi heard it, he turned his head and ran in the opposite direction, climbing and walking among the mountains, rocks and vegetation. Zhang Tianming was not afraid either, he grabbed the short white hair on Bai Qi's neck and shouted excitedly, the childish voice echoed in the forest.

Jiang Ru stood up suddenly, and said grinningly: "If you don't call for three days, you want to go to the house to expose the tiles. How dare you pretend that you didn't hear it?"

Then it lowered its head and took a bite of the spirit grass. After swallowing it, it turned into a yellow light and followed Bai Qi away.

After the child went to play, Zhang Shiping said slowly: "The child taught well, but have those talkative old servants been driven back to Sanyuan Island?"

"Back to the ancestors, I drove back those talkative old servants!" Zhang Lu said quickly.

"En." Zhang Shiping nodded and said. He could tell that although this girl from the Lu family was not very good at cultivation, she was also a smart person.

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PS: Write about the family affairs, after all, the protagonist's practice is not something that can be improved in a short period of time!