Zhu Yi's sky was still gray, half opened his eyes like a child, and seemed not very clear. The people in the town got up early. Those who had jobs went out to do things, and those who had no jobs were at home.
Some other noble lords, feeling that the world owes him comfort, lie in the bed and turn around. Even if they are tired and have backache, they are reluctant to leave the warm bed and dare not face the cold New Year.
There are also differences in the Chen Family Mansion. Today is a big day for the Chen family. It is said that the old ancestor who died for hundreds of years has returned to the family.
This is an old immortal, an old longevity star. Many people in Zhu Yi's family who have close ties with the Chen family got the news, and they kept dragging their son to the Chen family's house. Upon arrival, they all looked around, but could not find the rumored old man with white eyebrows and hair. Finally, I was instructed to look at a young man in his twenties, and all of them swore at the news of the bastard who made a fool of themselves.
The old immortal is surrounded by his family's descendants. The head of the Chen family and the old people of all ethnic groups seem to have turned back to their childhood. They scramble for the opportunity to talk to the old ancestor, which is comparable to the happiness of the family when they were young and gathered to grab a large plate of dumplings. The immortals were also happy. After many years of absence, their descendants managed the family business more and more prosperously, and the blood they left grew into the secondary blood of the family, ranking only second to the direct blood.
The direct line is the blood line left by the ancestor of the family. Even the immortals themselves were the direct line people at the beginning, but later they broke away from the direct line genealogy. The descendants of one's ancestors cannot compete with others, but others are different. The immortal is happy to see his direct line of branches and leaves grow fat, which is the same mood as watching his own son grow up and be promising.
"Yun Azu, here we are, the children of the younger generation are in the yard." The clan leader saw that he was going to the place quickly, pushed away the old brother beside him, and talked with his old ancestor with a smile.
His old brothers all sighed and flicked their sleeves to make way. These sighs are like lamenting that he has no chance to continue talking with his ancestors. The patriarch seemed to accuse himself of losing his steadiness and friendliness in front of his ancestors. But he doesn't care. Of course, he should be obedient to his ancestors.
Chen Yun looked at what the patriarch had pointed out. A group of children stood together with their chests outstretched. All of them were roosters competing to peck the sun. Chen Yun is the red sun, staring blankly at by a group of children.
This indifference was taught by their parents, so that they would not lose face and opportunity in the face of immortals. Occasionally, some of them could not hold their breath, gasped loudly, and the little tender fingers hidden in the long sleeves shook ceaselessly.
There was an old brother of the patriarch who was most similar to Chen Yun in the crowd. After he scanned the children carefully, he was worried that the two little bastards in his family didn't come.
The patriarch was also anxious. His eldest son did not come, and his second son, who was adopted by the second pulse, was not here. The yard is full of good fortune, and losing this fortune is no different from losing hundreds of thousands of taels of gold and silver.
The two old brothers looked at each other for many years, and the clan leader gently shook his head. The other immediately knew what was going on, made a sudden sign, and secretly waved his hand to let the clan leader slip out to find someone.
"Ning Xiu, who is Xiao Jin? Let me see." Chen Yun said. If you want to check the descendant's fairy root, you must check your immediate grandson first.
The middle-aged man who had just finished the signal transmission secretly with the patriarch smiled awkwardly, "Why don't you start with the nephew of a friend with a different surname?"
At a glance, Chen Yun saw through the meaning of Chen Ningxiu's vague words and said lightly: "Well, let's send the outsiders first, and let's get together to talk."
The meaning of the words was very simple, but Chen Ningxiu heard something unusual. He secretly guessed whether the old ancestor was dissatisfied with his son's absence. Thinking about it, Chen Ningxiu scolded his son again. On weekdays, he doesn't want to scold his son. He can only enjoy himself in his heart.
There are not many people outside. Only a few people at the top of the gentry who have made friends with Chen for hundreds of years know about the old fairy. The number of children brought by these people was only thirty-seven. Chen Yun looked at his face and touched his hand pulse, and commented that there was no chance of immortality, but he solved it in half a quarter of an hour.
Several people wanted to stay and get close to the old fairy. Chen Ningxiu refused to give face, so he kicked them out anyway.
Back in the yard, the children who had rested for a long time held their chests very high again, and one by one the little cockerels disappeared in the daytime and suddenly appeared in four rows in the Chen's yard.
"Now, can I have a look at Jin'er?" Chen Yun said something interesting. But only he realized the interest. Others either didn't know it, or those who knew it would not feel interesting, and would only be embarrassed.
Chen Ningxiu had already seen the patriarch come back, and the two had already finished another secret transmission of the news. He glanced at the crowd. The seventh child on the right of the first row was his son.
"Yun Azu, this child is Jin Er. Jin Er, please meet the ancestor." Chen Ningxiu dragged Chen Zhijin out and showed it to Chen Yun.
"Eh?" Chen Yun said in surprise, "Jin'er is very strong."
"Ha ha." Chen Ningxiu was proud when he mentioned this, and hurriedly explained to Chen Yun, "Yun Azu, Jin'er is talented. When he was young, he had to hum that there are gods in the world and he had to cultivate himself. Finally, he trained his strength. A few years ago, I sent him to learn swordsmanship to defend himself, and he became a famous first-class expert in the county."
"How strange?" Chen Yun also smiled. Chen Ningxiu's son was his own grandson, and he was also full of pride. "Jin'er, how do you know that there are gods in heaven and earth?"
"Knowing is knowing. How can I know how I know?" Chen Zhijin thought for a while. "Maybe he was born to know. I see in the history book that Chu Jun was also born to know how to govern civilian soldiers. I was born to know God."
Chen Yun was even happier: "Chu Jun made that up, but Jin Er is true. Jin Er will definitely become a more powerful person than Chu Jun in the future."
"Come on, give me your hand. I will help you see if you can cultivate immortals."
Fourteen year old Chen Zhijin is handsome, slender, and his hands protrude from his long sleeves like white Nuanyu, which has been moistened on the ground for thousands of years.
"Hmm... good! Very good! It's Chen Zhongxing's turn!" Chen Yun said happily after checking carefully.
"Yun Azu, can Jin'er also cultivate immortals?" Although he had guessed the answer, Chen Ningxiu still had to listen to Chen Yun's answer to put his heart on the ground.
"I can become a famous pill. Jin'er's fairy root is several times better than mine. Why worry about cultivating immortals?" Chen Yun said happily.
