Nanzhili, outside Nanjing, in a forest.

Several people were riding tall horses and walking through it.

Suddenly, as if they had seen something, several people stopped, and one of the leaders bent his bow and arrows, aiming at a distant grass and trees.

"Whew!"

There was a sudden sound of breaking wind, and the arrow shot straight into the grass, as if it had hit something, and the arrow stuck in something, and then fell.

"Zu is really a good eyesight, I used a clairvoyant mirror, and I could barely see that there was a hare there."

On the side, a young man in Chinese costumes, who was about twenty-eight or nineteen years old, said in admiration. Although the man on the horse in front of him looked at least ten years younger than him, his demeanor was still respectful.

It was Yan Ling and his party, and the young man in Chinese clothes was the contemporary Yue Guogong, who was hunting in the suburbs.

This is also one of Yan Ling's few hobbies.

Even if it is a fun thing, it is easy to get bored after doing it for two hundred years in a row, and even reading, for more than two hundred years, he has basically read all kinds of books, and now he only hunts or something, to entertain his emotions.

Just now, he shot an arrow at a gray rabbit hiding in the grass in the distance.

While the others were only after Yan Ling shot an arrow, they unfolded the clairglass and pointed it in that direction, and could barely see that there was a distinctive gray and white color in the grass.

His own guards hurried over and picked up the hare, which was the spoils of the lord's war.

And the young man was also amazed, after all, whether it was this eyesight or archery, it was already the ultimate realm.

Yan Ling's face was neither sad nor joyful, and he casually threw the bow on the body of the guard next to him, ignoring the praise voice.

He sighed softly and whispered:

"It's getting boring......"

"This Ancient Society ......"

He felt that he was about to cross one item off his hobby list again.

"What did you say?" The young man thought that Zu had some instructions, so he hurried over.

He, like other Yue Guogong, was also raised by Yan Ling since he was a child, from a young child to now about to enter middle age, but Yan Ling's appearance has not changed in the slightest, this impact is huge, coupled with the teaching since childhood and the immortal methods that he revealed from time to time, so that he is respectful to this ancestor who is like a god.

Especially when he was a child, he followed Yan Ling out hunting, and he revisited his old place, feeling ...... Something fantastic.

"Nothing." Yan Ling replied like this. He didn't intend to let his juniors feel his emotions, his expression was as indifferent as ever, and he casually chatted about some trivial matters.

The young man immediately spoke up and chatted with him.

However, soon there was no voice in the team again.

The silence lasted for a while, and Yan Ling finally spoke again, and said lightly, in a homely tone:

"Your wife, pregnant?"

"Yes, the doctor said it was a boy."

At the mention of this, the young man immediately laughed, touched his head, and responded.

Yan Ling's lips finally flashed a smile.

"Let's go back."

He said.

In two years, he will be three hundred years old.

He could feel that he was getting more and more bored with the world.

……

Half a year later.

A sound of footsteps sounded outside a plainly decorated hut in the Yue Guo Mansion.

Inside the house, Yan Ling was quietly sipping tea, and when he heard a sound from outside the house, he didn't even raise his head. Just by listening to the footsteps, he had already determined the identity of the person who came.

"Come in." He said.

The young man pushed the door open. With an excited smile on his face, he carefully held a sleeping baby in his arms, and his white and tender face was lovely.

He walked up to Yan Ling, saluted, and said happily:

"Ancestor, the thirty-sixth generation of the family, the first son of the long house, was born today."

As he spoke, he handed the baby in his arms to the front so that Yan Ling could see it clearly.

Yan Ling nodded slightly.

This is the thirty-sixth generation of their family, the first member of the long house since the family tree began.

In fact, a few years ago, Yan Shizhao and the younger sister of the British Duke already had a son. However, although Chen Guogong's lineage is not weaker than Yue Guogong in terms of prominence, generations are also on an equal footing, and the two sides are good to each other, and even this young man is still called Yan Shizhao "brother", but theoretically, Chen Guogong in the north should not even be counted as a second room by now.

After all, the lineage of Yue Guogong is the long house that has been passed down all the way from Yan Lingyan's eldest son, Yan Ya.

"Please give your name."

Yue Guogong, a first-time father, said, with a smile on his face. He didn't expect that his son was so lucky, his ancestor happened to be in Nanjing when his son was born, so he naturally asked his ancestor to name the newborn baby.

Yan Ling carefully looked at the baby in swaddling clothes.

The Qi Observation Technique was opened, and his eyes were suddenly filled with that dazzling color, and they shot straight into the sky.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile lightly:

"It's called...... Yan Quan! ”

……

A streamer of light detached from time and space and flew into the distant future. It has crossed the long river of time, gone through countless passages of time, and finally finally fell at a certain point in time.

One month in the fourth year of Wuxing, a woman dressed in a gorgeous robe was resting in that luxurious room.

She suddenly dreamed that a golden light crossed by her, descended from the sky, and plunged into her belly, and suddenly opened her eyes, but there was nothing in front of her, and she couldn't help but sweat.

Soon after, she was diagnosed and pregnant.

"Could it be that this is a godsend?"

The woman listened to the doctor's diagnosis and thought of the golden light of that day, and had such a thought.

October is fast by.

In the fifth year of Wuxing, in a certain room of the vast mansion, a cry suddenly came out.

Then, the excited voice of the midwife:

"It's a little boy!"

The middle-aged man wandering outside the door was already impatient, and when he heard the sound, he immediately lifted the curtain and rushed in.

He saw the midwife holding a baby boy in her arms, wrapped in precious cloth and satin, and wiping it constantly.

Seeing him enter, several midwives hurriedly gave their respects, and then said with joy on their faces:

"Congratulations to my lord, I have the joy of making Zhang today!"

The middle-aged man is also very happy, although this is already his second son, but the family member Ding Xingwang is always exciting. Looking at the pink baby, his heart couldn't help but be filled with joy.

Turning her face to look at the big bed, a woman was gasping for air on it, and when she saw his gaze, she couldn't help but smile:

"Husband, let's give him a name."

The middle-aged man took her hand, groaned for a moment, and then spoke:

"Just call him—"

"Mu Tianyang."

(End of chapter)