Bug Master In Doomsday

There are two flowers, one on each table.

After a day or two after the reunion of Wang Mang's trio, in another world, Canglangmen had the largest number of personnel on duty, and an elderly man with white hair and beard holding the floating dust slowly walked out of the most mysterious forbidden area.

Although he is old, he has a straight back, a deep black robe, and two snowy cloth boots on the ground without a trace of dust.

The outer disciple who was in charge of guarding the gate of the forbidden area looked at the person who walked out of the forbidden area for the first time, and he couldn't react for a while. When the old man came to him, he knelt down as if he had just awakened from a big dream. , "Canglangmen outer disciple Zhang Yang, pay homage to the ancestor!"

"Yeah~!" The old man didn't even open his mouth, but there was a reply that seemed to be ethereal. He held the floating dust and swayed gently. In an instant, there was a demon wind on the ground, and strands of white mist were engulfed by the demon wind and gathered. Suspended in a ball at Penglai's feet.

In the blink of an eye, when the outer disciple Zhang Ma raised his head, Penglai was already gone.

"Today is the day when the ancestor left the customs, Xiaolong, if you see the ancestor, you must give a cup of tea first. There must be only three golden lotus flowers in the tea cup.

The tea should not exceed eighth, and your hands should be steady when serving tea. The tea in the cup should not be rippling! If you can make your ancestors have an impression of you, it depends on this cup of tea! "

Cang Qing sat on a sandalwood chair, and his right thumb with his fingers tapped on the armrest regularly. He frowned slightly, staring at his son standing in front of him, and slowly exhaled a sullen breath.

"Don't have any psychological burden. The main purpose of the ancestor's exit this time is the swearing ceremony. If you perform well in the war, the elders of the Hundred Leagues in the future will definitely have your seat!"

After Cang Qing finished speaking, he waved his hand faintly, "Well, let's not talk about it. The time for Xiaoyin to give birth is soon, right? You spend more time with her in your free time...As for your wife.

Forget it, I won't say much about your young people. You will become the lord of a sect in the future. If the family doesn't handle it properly, how do you let other elders and disciples think about you? ! "

Cang Rulong lowered his head, standing in front of the master and his father, listening to his sincere teachings, he sighed deeply in his heart, and there was nowhere to tell the distress in his heart.

It's just that he didn't raise any objections on the spot like a mentally retarded person. After all, he had already passed the rebellious period. If he wanted to be the lord of a sect, his father would be right.

"I see, father!"

Cang Qing quietly forgot Cang Rulong's glance and closed his eyes slightly. Just as he was about to wave his hand to tell him to go down, he saw the white mist in the courtyard outside the house suddenly condensing a piece of carpet the size.

Cang Qing abruptly stood up from the sandalwood seat, and commanded with a serious and respectful expression: "Rulong, go and inform the elders! The ancestors are out!"

"Cang Qing! Knowing that I am here, I won't go out to meet you!" The faint echo in the mid-air lingered clearly in the empty courtyard. The middle-aged Cang Qing took two steps like a phantom, and then appeared. Off the edge of the white mist.

He bowed his head respectfully, his back slightly bent, and his hands stood upright, "Cangqing, Master Nephew, see Master Uncle!"

"Well, after so many years, I thought you forgot about you, the uncle, is this your son Rulong? Well, it looks like a talent!"

Penglai smiled slightly, and fell into the courtyard with a fairy style.