The loud, aged, yet still bold laughter gradually subsided.
Chiandao Liu shook off the melancholy.
He smiled and said:
"Xiaojue, you've left Wuhun City so many times, have you taken a liking to any other girls?"
"Uh..."
Qianrenjue's smile froze.
He shook his head helplessly: "Grandpa, I haven't taken a liking to anyone yet."
"Ah..."
Chiandao Liu sighed faintly.
"Xiaojue, you need to pay more attention to these things yourself. You can't always rely on Grandpa to play matchmaker, can you?"
"Grandpa, I am paying attention."
Qianrenjue quickly cried out in protest.
He had been keeping in touch with Ye Lingling throughout the year.
He even made a special trip to see her half a year ago.
"Besides, Grandpa, there's really no need to be so deliberate about this kind of thing."
"Let it be."
Qianrenjue curled his lips.
He silently put away the two storage soul tools.
He didn't want to experience the embarrassment of being set up by Chiandao Liu and then going on a blind date for the second time.
"Let it be?"
Chiandao Liu raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but mock.
"It's been over ten years... and we haven't seen you bring back a girl for us to see."
"I... I'm still young."
Qianrenjue stammered.
He usually went out to do serious business.
He would go home after finishing his work, so he wouldn't pay attention to any so-called fate.
"You're not young anymore."
Chiandao Liu snorted softly.
Guangling Douluo in the air next to him nodded repeatedly.
"That's right, that's right, this old man has nothing to do and wants to take care of children again."
Qianrenjue raised his eyes and glanced at Guangling Douluo.
He was a little embarrassed.
"Guangling's words are true, it's been so many years since I've held a baby, my hands are itchy too."
Xiongshi Douluo clenched his large hands.
Qianrenjue's delicate skin and tender flesh appeared in his mind and on his palms.
"My grandpas, children aren't for playing with."
Qianrenjue raised his hand to cover his forehead.
If he really had one, he wouldn't dare to let them play with it so easily.
"Haha... we won't break them."
Jin'e Douluo laughed loudly.
Qianrenjue raised his hand and scratched his hair.
Compared to this kind of scene, he would rather face Guangling Douluo's eighth soul skill.
He bowed and was about to run away.
"Grandpa, if there's nothing else, grandson will take his leave first."
Chiandao Liu smiled dumbly.
He was already used to Qianrenjue's evasive behavior.
He naturally agreed.
"Alright, be careful when you're out and about."
"Grandson will."
Qianrenjue assured him.
"Mm."
Chiandao Liu nodded in satisfaction and couldn't help but praise:
"The things you've been promoting are indeed very good..."
"Much better than Ji'er."
"..."
Hearing the last somewhat deep words.
Qianrenjue paused slightly, a hint of pain appearing in his purple eyes.
After a moment of silence, he forced a smile and said:
"Grandpa, don't worry, grandson will strive to do better."
"Mm, Grandpa believes in you."
Chiandao Liu waved his sleeve with a look of emotion.
He said softly: "Go, remember to tell Xue'er to come home and visit often."
"Grandson takes his leave."
Qianrenjue bowed and retreated, then bid farewell to the several enshrined elders.
"Several grandpas, I will come to see you next time."
"Go, go, this old man is waiting for the day you become Pope."
Guangling Douluo landed.
He tossed the two bracelets in his hand.
The enshrined elders silently watched Qianrenjue's departing figure.
Their faces were all filled with smiles.
"Brother, it seems that the Wuhun Temple is truly thriving now."
Jin'e Douluo couldn't help but sigh.
Chiandao Liu had a smile on his face and said quietly:
"Yes... they are the future of the Qian family and the Wuhun Temple."
"..."
"Fourth brother, come, come, let me put the bracelet on you, let's spar."
Guangling Douluo's cheerful voice rang out.
...
Qianrenjue walked out of the Enshrinement Hall.
He looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky.
Following the scattered sunlight, he shifted his gaze to the Douluo Hall, where faith was gathered.
He couldn't regain his senses for a long time.
"Indeed, Grandpa is right, a long time has passed."
Qianrenjue whispered.
He raised his foot and walked towards the residence where he and his sister had lived as children.
The layout remained unchanged.
Even now.
When Qianrenxue returned, that courtyard still belonged to the two of them.
Several sticks of incense emitted wisps of white smoke.
Rampaging wantonly in the house.
Ding-ling-ling!
The bell hanging on the wall seemed to be moved by the smoke and rang slightly.
Qianrenjue still remembered his instructions.
If you miss me, then shake the bell in your hand.
"Hmm~ Aren't I here."
Qianrenjue sat cross-legged on the ground, propped his chin, and sat quietly.
...
It wasn't until dusk.
That Qianrenjue stepped on the long steps and returned towards the mountainside.
He had already checked the gifts given by the enshrined elders.
Among the four soul bones.
Except for the left leg bone produced by the 60,000-year-old Netherworld Ghost Tiger.
The other three were not suitable for him.
A 60,000-year-old soul bone was actually very good.
But Qianrenjue still didn't plan to absorb it now, there was no rush for this kind of thing.
The glow of the setting sun spread along the horizon.
Seeming to have a golden, brilliant long sword horizontally across the sky.
"Nana, be careful."
Qianrenjue had just stepped into the courtyard.
Hu Liena, who had already woken up and washed up, walked out of the kitchen.
She was holding a steaming bowl of meat soup in her hand.
She was neatly dressed, tall, and her orange short hair set off her small face full of smiles.
No longer uneasy.
"Eh? Senior brother, you're back."
Seeing Qianrenjue.
Hu Liena immediately smiled, standing still, her expression gentle.
"Mm, I'm back."
Qianrenjue nodded lightly, looking at the kitchen direction with some doubt.
He urged softly:
"Nana, don't stand there, put things down."
"Mm."
Hu Liena responded with a smile.
Qianrenjue was about to walk towards the kitchen, but turned his head to ask Hu Liena.
"By the way, where's A Yin?"
"A Yin and teacher are both inside."
Hu Liena replied softly, wiping the table under the gazebo.
"Master~"
A Yin's voice was weak, as if calling for help.
"Ah, Saintess, Mom, don't cut, don't cut, I'll do it myself, it won't hurt."
Qianrenjue walked in curiously.
Standing at the door, the aroma of vegetables wafted over.
What came into view was A Yin, who was burning the fire, and Bibi Dong, who was facing away from him.
The strange thing was.
One of A Yin's arms had turned into its main body, reaching onto the cutting board.
Several tender branches and leaves withered painlessly on their own.
Then they shrank back again.
Qianrenjue's expression was extremely strange, and he asked in confusion:
"What is Mom doing? Why did you come back so early today?"
"Of course, I'm preparing a gift for Xue'er."
Bibi Dong's voice was gentle.
Without turning her head, she picked up the Blue Silver Emperor on the cutting board and crushed it.
"Then A Yin, she..."
Qianrenjue looked at the pitiful A Yin, still puzzled.
"Mom thinks she's quite fragrant, plump and juicy, and not astringent."
"And it's not poisonous, just right for making spices."
Bibi Dong explained with a charming smile.
"Fragrant, spices?!"
Qianrenjue blinked his eyes, feeling a little dumbfounded.
"You siblings lack nothing, and Mom has no private property."
"Of course, the handmade one must be the best."
Bibi Dong didn't take it seriously.
These were all tender buds that A Yin voluntarily dropped after seeing her spider scythe.
It was harmless to A Yin, who had vigorous vitality.
Besides, she still had to drink her son's blood.
"No matter whether it's the best or not, elder sister will like anything Mom makes."
Qianrenjue shook his head and approached Bibi Dong.
At the same time, he waved to A Yin and stretched out his index finger for her to suck.
Getting closer.
Qianrenjue realized.
Bibi Dong mixed the fragrant and sweet grass juice with cream and squeezed it on the cake.
I wish you all a happy life!
