Speaking of which, now in this ancestral hall, in addition to the boundless Qingyuan Zhenren with high seniority, it can also be said that there are three generations in the same hall.

It's just a basket of small turnips.

Zhang Baiyun, like Zhang Baihua, is not the most embarrassing, and is in the second-generation position of "having an uncle and a nephew".

Think about it, the following should call a few little dolls about the same size as yourself "uncle and grandpa", and the above ones should listen to the little dolls older than yourself call their grandfather...... It's all bitter faces.

For the first time, Zhang Baihua felt that she couldn't go up or down...... It's so cool, there's wood!

Zhang Baiyun was slightly embarrassed.

This place is only his oldest. There's no way, it's just stuck when I'm about to turn nine years old but it's not full, and the Zhang family didn't have him when I backtested Xianyuan, ranking or something, I'm really afraid I can't squeeze in.

In terms of identity, he is still the lowest-class "son of the outer chamber", but his biological mother is still a female cultivator.

No one looks down on his background, but he doesn't dare to underestimate him.

The children of two immortal cultivators who are not bad in spiritual roots, ten of them are ** have spiritual roots, and the difference is only in the quality of spiritual roots.

This is also the reason why Zhang Yuanmu's wife was obviously very unhappy, but she still brought him over in person.

After all, in this world, fairy fate is the most important.

The Xiuzhen family attaches even more importance to this, regardless of whether he is an illegitimate child or not, as long as the spiritual root is good, he is his own son.

And in terms of mental age...... Zhang Baiyun felt that she couldn't understand why there was such a large family.

He didn't know for the time being, but what he saw so far was just a branch.

Especially after listening to an eight-year-old kid calmly report the identity of "his" pit father, he kept scolding his mother in his heart.

He will also come back to his senses, he must have worn it, and he wore it to a world of cultivating immortals.

There was a moment of confusion, but there was also a little excitement.

Think about it, this is a world of cultivating immortals that is full of heavenly materials and earth treasures, stresses the opportunity of spiritual roots, and can fly in the air!

As a man, or an otaku who loves to read Xianxia novels, can you ever have the dream of flying in the sky?

But why, does he have such an identity as a pit father?

Listen, the son of the outer chamber who was just recognized, and he doesn't even have a rank!

"In that case, last in line!" Qingyuan Zhenren obviously didn't care about his identity, so he nodded indispensably. As far as his identity is concerned, there is really no need to mind whether a child of the Zhang family's bloodline is an outer room.

It's all the same anyway.

But in Zhang Baiyun's eyes, it was obvious that he didn't pay attention to him.

I grinded my teeth secretly, thinking that I would definitely soar into the sky in the future and impress them all, and obediently walked to the end of the line.

Even if he was unwilling, his intuition told him that it was better to do what the man said for now.

Temporarily away from his colleagues in terms of distance, Zhang Baihua breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. She has been trying to adapt to the world, and even keeps giving herself psychological hints, lest one day she will slip out of her mouth when she falls asleep and dreams - this is not a joke - and suddenly sees the scene of someone else crossing with her own eyes, and her whole heart is lifted and full of defense.

How cold and selfish people from the modern world are inside, she understands this better than anyone.

Therefore, she will never stage a drama of "fellow villagers see fellow countrymen, tears in their eyes"!

"Let's start with you!" Qingyuan Zhenren nodded at the boy who had just spoken, and said.

The boy hurriedly stepped forward, and although he tried his best to calm down, there was still a trace of apprehension and nervousness on his face. Because he didn't know what to do, he looked at the fairy-like "grandfather" with some apprehension.

Qingyuan Zhenren did not blame for this, but smiled slightly and said, "What's your name?" ”

"Grandpa, grandson Zhang Yuanhe." Although nervous, he still replied very politely.

"Reach out."

Zhang Yuanhe handed out his hand without hesitation.

In the end, they are all children, and when they see this scene, they are inevitably a little curious, even Zhang Baihua can't help but stick out her head to look.

I saw Qingyuan Zhenren gently holding the boy's hand...... Then he couldn't see anything.

I didn't see him wave his sleeves, let alone chant mantras or anything like that, and the sudden disappearance of white smoke enveloped the boy's whole body, and after a while, it dispersed.

"There is no spiritual root, step down!" Qingyuan Zhenren lowered his eyes, held a pen in one hand, and lowered his head to write something on a book that looked like a genealogy that appeared in his hand at some point, and his voice was clear and inaudible: "Next." ”

Zhang Yuanhe was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to beg him to try again, but he couldn't say anything to the eyes of Shangqingyuan Zhenren.

He hung his head in disappointment, and his shoulders, which had been held high, collapsed, and he stepped aside in frustration.

Zhang Baihua didn't expect that the process of measuring the immortal fate would be so "simple", far from the various bizarre scenes she imagined, it was a bit bland and unreal!

And then, most of the dozen or so children before her retreated to the side after listening to the same sentence after a burst of white fog, especially the only few people in the Yuan generation, none of them had a fairy fate! The only one who has just been measured to have a spiritual root is called Zhang Baiwei, who is the granddaughter of their patriarch's family, and it is "two grades and four spiritual roots lack of water".

Zhang Baihua didn't know what the concept of this "second product" was, but the little girl didn't look very happy.

After her, twin boys were ahead of her.

"Zhang Baialfalfa, no spiritual root, next."

"Zhang Baiyi, no spiritual root, next."

Zhang Baihua took a deep breath, and didn't care about complaining that the name "Baimu" sounded too uncultured, and only after seeing the two cousins who looked exactly the same leave the stage, did he step forward.

"What's your name?"

"Zhang Baihua."

She stretched out her hand—everyone in front of her was going through the motions, and he didn't have to open his mouth to let them reach out.

Qingyuan Zhenren didn't hold her hand immediately, but looked at her and smiled: "Girl, how do you know about me?" ”

Everyone looked at her in unison.

Zhang Baijing was stunned for a moment, noticing those attention-grabbing eyes, and his heart was a little entangled.

Do you have to ask this here? Go back and say no in private?

"Division...... The immortal said. "It's so fast, I finally didn't spit out the word "brother".

"Yunrong?" Qingyuan Zhenren's gaze fell on a small raised dot in the middle of the lower part of her neck, and smiled: "It's also interesting." ”

Interesting...... Interesting peat!

Don't stare at strange places and say things that people don't understand, okay! She's not yet developed!

Zhang Baihua secretly complained in her heart, but Qingyuan suddenly grabbed her hand, and before she could react, he let go.

"Five grades of gold and fire, two grades of wood, and three spiritual roots, acceptable."