"Little Uncle-Master…"
Looking at the cute child in front of him, Wen Cai's face wrinkled like a bitter gourd. He forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.
It was baffling…
I'm just giving you a bowl of chicken soup. Why did you give me a little uncle-master?
He reached out and handed the chicken soup to Ye Chen.
"Thank you, Martial Nephew."
Ye Chen had a harmless smile on his face, and a hint of craftiness flashed in his eyes.
He took the chicken soup from the other party and drank it in one gulp. He handed the bowl back to Wen Cai and said,"Cheer up, don't pull a long face!"
Wen Cai took the bowl and looked at Ye Chen with a tired expression.
After a while, he said seriously,"Do you think I'm happy?"”
"Puff!"
Ye Chen laughed out loud.
"What do you mean by you? You have no manners. Call me Little Uncle-Master!”
Ninth Uncle glared at Wen Cai and scolded him.
Wen Cai's body trembled. He didn't dare to act funny anymore. He took the bowl and walked towards the kitchen.
"Little Chen, in the afternoon, Shixiong will ask Wencai to boil a bucket of hot water for you. Take a bath, and we will hold the apprenticeship ceremony after dinner.”
Ninth Uncle looked at Ye Chen and said in a gentle voice.
"Got it, Ninth Uncle."
"Ninth Uncle?"
"Got it, Senior Brother!"
" Yes, Junior Brother, be good…"
……
Qiusheng's parents left early, leaving only an aunt who opened a rouge shop in town.
Yesterday, he asked about Ye Chen's house and found out that it was very late, so he stayed in the shop and did not come back.
After dinner, Wen Cai went to find him at the mortuary.
Qiu Sheng was also stunned when he learned that Ninth Uncle had accepted a disciple on behalf of his master and that he had a six-year-old junior brother above him.
Wen Cai did not explain the reason.
It would have been fine if he didn't explain, but Qiu Sheng didn't believe him.
"Wencai, even if you want to lie to me, you should make up a reason that can convince me. What nonsense are you talking about?”
Looking at Ye Chen, who was a meter tall and smiling, Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes at Wen Cai.
How many minutes did it take to learn the legacy level Qi channeling technique?
Gathering a long river of spiritual energy after successfully drawing in qi?
Could it be that Wen Cai was still asleep?
"Hi?"
Wen Cai saw that Qiu Sheng did not believe him and immediately became anxious." I'm not lying to you. It's true!”
" You're too deep in character. I think you've lost your mind…"
Qiu Sheng rolled his eyes," If Ye Chen really becomes a little martial uncle, I will change the word 'Qiu' to 'Chun'. In the future, I will be called Chunsheng!”
Ye Chen chuckled and reminded,""You can't joke about names.”
Qiu Sheng looked at Wen Cai from the corner of his eyes and pursed his lips."He was the one who joked with me first!"
"What are you two mumbling about?"
Ninth Uncle's voice came from the ancestral hall." Then why don't you bring Youngest Uncle in quickly?”
Qiu Sheng's expression froze. After a while, he turned to look at Ye Chen with disbelief in his eyes, as if he could not believe what he had heard.
"Little…Little…Little Uncle-Master?”
Ye Chen nodded with a smile.
"Hello, Chunsheng!"
Qiu Sheng was speechless.
……
Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng, one on the left and one on the right, followed behind Ye Chen like two guardians.
Ninth Uncle was wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and a Taoist crown with golden patterns on his head. He was sitting upright on an armchair, emitting a brilliant sense of righteousness, giving people a strong sense of security.
Behind him, a wisp of fragrance rose slowly. It was the merit tablets that worshipped countless ancestors.
Seeing Ye Chen walk in, Ninth Uncle's stern face suddenly revealed a kind smile.
Wen Caiqiu was jealous.
It was the first time the two of them had seen their master so doting.
When Ye Chen got closer, Ninth Uncle's face turned serious,"
"The forty-eighth generation disciple of Mao Mountain, Lin Fengjiao, is the disciple of Daoist Qing Feng. Yesterday, I found a good disciple, Ye Chen.”
Ye Chen turned to look at the wooden table beside him.
There was a bowl of steaming hot tea on it.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment. Then, he reached out to pick up the teacup and knelt down on one knee in front of Ninth Uncle.
"Master, this disciple will serve you tea!"
Ninth Uncle's expression did not change, but a look of relief flashed across his eyes.
The Taoist school emphasized on nature. He had not arranged anything for Ye Chen during the ceremony, and it was all up to Ye Chen to do whatever he wanted.
He took the tea from Ye Chen, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp!
After drinking the tea, Ninth Uncle stood up straight.
He reached out his hand and held Ye Chen's little hand. He turned around and walked to the front of the memorial tablet. He pointed at a memorial tablet on the top row and said,
"Our master's Daoist name is Qing Feng, and his Daoist techniques are unfathomable. He is the first and last Celestial Master to become an Immortal in Mao Mountain after slaying the dragon!”
Ninth Uncle's voice was filled with respect.
Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked at the memorial tablet with the two words " Qingfeng ".
He did not know if it was an illusion, but at a glance, he felt a strong sense of closeness from the memorial tablet!
Like a swallow returning to its nest, his heart could not help but relax.
Shixiong said that the memorial tablet had a spirit.
Since Master had already become an immortal, did Master already know when Ninth Uncle drank the tea?
Ye Chen blinked and thought.
At this moment, Ninth Uncle handed over a stick of incense. He still had another stick in his hand.
"Disciple Yimei brought Junior Brother to burn incense for Master!”
Ninth Uncle said loudly and bowed deeply.
Ye Chen followed suit and shouted crisply,"Disciple…disciple…Master, please bestow me a Daoist name!”
It was not that Ye Chen did not know his name, but he carefully realized that Ninth Uncle had called himself by his name just now, but when he offered incense, he had called himself by his dao name.
He knew that there must be a reason for this. The most likely reason was that the Daoist name was given by his master.
Therefore, his disciple didn't know what to say after the two sentences. Thinking of the closeness he felt from the memorial tablet, he fortunately directly asked for a Daoist name.
The corners of Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng's mouths twitched.
If not for the fact that they were in the wrong place, the two of them would have laughed out loud.
This was the first time the two had seen someone asking for a daoist name in front of a merit tablet!
Even Ninth Uncle's face stiffened. He could not help but blame himself for not thinking things through.
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded in the ancestral hall!
"This child of yours is quite intelligent…"
His voice was illusory and had a hint of age. It sounded like a spring breeze in one's ears.
Hmm?
Ninth Uncle, Wen Cai, and Qiu Sheng widened their eyes!
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