As soon as the sky was dawning, the horizon was white with fish belly, and a little boy who looked to be four or five years old was sitting cross-legged.

He had a healthy complexion of wheat, ear-length black hair, neat and plain clothing.

His eyes were staring straight ahead, and as he inhaled and exhaled, purple intent flowed under his eyes.

After a long time, I heard a slight sigh: "It's still not good, my Xuantian Gong still can't break through the bottleneck of the first layer." ...... Could it be that this world is different from my original world? ”

This muttering, obviously very young, shows behavior and language that does not match the age.

It's obvious that the young man is old.

And he is the protagonist of this novel, the son of luck in this world - Tang San.

And the young and old people are not only the son of luck, but also Yu Qingqian.

Ever since she learned to speak and walk, her every move was different from the little radish head behind her that still had snot.

Yu Qingqian learned to speak early and was considered by everyone to be precocious.

Coupled with her cute appearance - she is obviously a soft and cute child, but she always has a serious face, and she successfully captured the hearts of everyone in the Salted Fish Sect.

The Great Elder especially likes this little young master, and walks around the sect with his hands behind his back all day long, acting like a little old man, which makes people laugh a lot.

For example, now.

Great Elder Yu Zhu had just ordered a bottle of peach blossom brew that Grandpa Yu Mu had hidden for a long time from the Zongmen wine cellar.

The petals of the sake brewing are plucked from my grandmother's tree. I heard my father say that the original peach blossom tree was blooming luxuriantly, and it was my grandmother's favorite one.

Grandpa liked it too, so he picked all the petals and made wine.

The peach tree became bare, and he took a pair of scissors to turn his grandfather's head bare.

Grandpa realized his mistake and repented of the bare peach blossom tree until he wept bitterly in front of his grandmother.

I don't know if it's really repentant.

Since then, that bottle of wine has become a treasure for grandpa, and the treasure is very good.

Great Elder Yu Zhu had coveted this bottle of wine for a long time, and finally let him seize the opportunity to get it.

Yu Zhu raised his head and took a sip of the peach blossom brew in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction.

Yu Mu's old wine collection is still very good, and he will come next time.

After taking a sip of wine, Yu Zhu noticed the little man not far from him.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was sure of what she was holding in her hand.

Yu Qingqian rushed over, tugging at the Great Elder's trouser leg, and his mouth began to be broken.

"Grandpa Bamboo, you're drinking again. Drinking alcohol is not good for your health, you should drink less...", the expression on his face can be described as wonderful.

His brows were furrowed, his face was serious, and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Grandpa Bamboo, why don't you listen to persuasion? It's better to cultivate than to drink, you lost the competition with your grandfather before..."

Yu Zhu looked at Yu Qingqian, who was holding his hands behind his back in front of him, sighing for a while, and shaking his head for a while, and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha, shallow, you're still young now, and when you grow up, you'll know the fun of drinking!"

Yu Qingqian pursed his mouth in disagreement, and was immediately attracted by the sound of rustling from behind him.

It's a grandpa's civet!

She excitedly hugged the cat and took a few puffs, while Yu Zhu, who was in a bad mood, turned around and prepared to slip away.

"Yu Zhu, you shameless bull's nose came to steal my wine again!" The sound was loud and reverberated throughout the mountain.

That's right, this civet cat is not only grandpa's soul pet, but also his eyes!

Everywhere the civet cat went, it was under his surveillance.

Yu Mu ran over angrily in a big robe, waving a wooden stick that was folded casually on the side of the road.

There is still the aftertaste of peach blossom brewing in the air, which is a little intoxicating.

"How dare you steal my big baby! I'm fighting with you!"

This bottle of wine was bought by Yu Mu at the cost of his hair.

Yu Qingqian grinned, different from the seriousness just now, this well-behaved little face was full of joy.

She was amused, she was getting older and younger!

After visiting the wine cellar, Yu Qingqian continued her inspection journey with a small hand behind her back.

On the way to the outer hall, I met a group of people who were about to go out of the mountain to buy.

They each had a sack in their hand, saying that they were going to carry more fruits that were not available in the mountains to eat.

Yu Qingqian also really wants to eat. Although she is a real volume king, this does not prevent her from being a foodie.

"Shallow, go back and bring you candy back."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman dressed in sackcloth, she was in charge of all kinds of procurement matters in the sect, and every time she went out, she would bring snacks back, so Yu Qingqian liked her very much.

"Okay, thank you, Auntie!" She replied cheerfully, with a sweet smile on her face, in stark contrast to her usual serious appearance.

She would only be like this in front of her mother and aunt, and as for the other salted fish who practiced paddling, they were not worthy!

She's such a double standard.

Watching the purchasing team go away and gradually disappear from view, she turned around and continued to walk towards the outer hall.

The outer hall is on the mountainside. The steep hill was forced out of a large platform, on which the hall of the outer hall was built.

Of course, this place was carved out by the ancestors, and they don't have the strength.

The outer hall is a storey building supported by eight carved stone pillars on both sides, which is not grandiose in fact, but it is amazing enough.

This stone pillar also has a lot of origins.

It is said that when everyone in the sect reaches level 95, their name will be engraved on it to show glory.

Of course, it's been years since I've had a name on it, and I don't have any expectations for reaching that level.

Because they didn't even set out to get to that point!

Yes! It's angry when you think about it!

Yu Qingqian put his little hand in his breath and walked into the hall from the outside.

It's lunch break, and some of the people in the hall are sleeping on their stomachs, and some are gossiping together.

Seeing her walk in, they greeted her familiarly.

"Little young master, this is free to come and inspect again."

The young man in the gray robe at the head said with a smile, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and reached out to hug Yu Qingqian, the head of the radish.

Yu Qingqian only felt that his vision of the "little dwarf" suddenly rose, and his vision became broader.

"Yes, yes, the little young master is here to urge us to cultivate again."

The people in the crowd made a lot of laughter.

Yu Qingqian's face became a bun, and he felt powerless against the gags of these people.

There is no way, she is now a powerless little cub, and if she wants to make these people roll up, she has to lead by example.

So, she said solemnly: "From today onwards, you must give me serious cultivation!" ”

The milk voice is milky, and there is no power, and I can hear that these cute babies are staring in their eyes.

"I know, little young master~"

The coaxing tone made her angry and helpless.

Forget it, she went to find her father first, and she had to let these leaders roll up first, and then lead the disciples in the door.