little ancestors in modern times

This time, Mr. Yan didn't hold it anymore. He took the porcelain vase from his ancestor with a natural expression, and he didn't forget to correct that "children call it reciprocation, not exchange. Now we give each other a meeting gift."

Holding the small white porcelain bottle in his hand, Mr. Yan immediately felt that there was something in it, and he couldn't wait to open it, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance permeated the room.

"Wow, could this be the fairy medicine for washing the tendons and cutting the marrow in the legend, or the magic medicine for curing the dead?" Yan Jiabao shouted exaggeratedly, reaching out to grab the porcelain bottle in the old man's hand.

Mr. Yan raised his hand quickly to avoid Yan Jiabao's frizzy movements, "Damn you! Bastard, stand up for me."

What Yan Jiabao said really touched the heart of Mr. Yan. The old man raised his eyebrows and looked like he was holding a treasure. He held the porcelain bottle, cleared his throat, and said, "Child, what is in this bottle, and what is the effect of eating it?" .

"Little ancestor".The little ancestor was very obsessed with his own name, why did this person in front of him keep forgetting his name, he pouted a little unhappy.

The little ancestor is just the little ancestor, but he is just a child, and he doesn't care about children once he gets old.

"Little ancestor, what is in this bottle, and what is the effect of eating it?"

"Can't you see it?" The little ancestor looked at the words on the porcelain bottle, and then at Old Man Yan, "It's written on the bottle".

Words on the bottle?

Mr. Yan carefully grabbed the body of the bottle and looked around, but there were no words. Unbelievable, he took a magnifying glass and looked around again, still nothing.

"I didn't see the words, little... My little ancestor is not good at lying, and lying is not a good boy", Mr. Yan said earnestly, with a very kind expression on his face. Although he felt that the child might be fooling him, he was short-handed, especially It was the scent of medicine that had been rushing into his nostrils that was really alluring.

"The little ancestor didn't lie."

At the beginning, he hadn't adapted to this strange environment. The little ancestor spoke intermittently and couldn't make sentences, but now he started to speak smoothly. Although he still didn't quite understand what lying meant, but he was sensitive and knew it was not a good word, so he curled his lips unhappily , raised his head slightly, and released the message that the little ancestor was unhappy and angry like the people around him.

Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan were a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er. There were really no words on the bottle, but the child didn't seem to be lying, so is there any words?

Yan Jiabao scratched his hair at a loss, his eyesight was excellent, and it was clear at a glance whether there were words on the bottle, it really wasn't that he wanted to disrespect his ancestors and help the old man.

"Then...then...that little ancestor, there is really no writing on the bottle, grandpa didn't lie to you," Yan Jiabao said cautiously while looking at the face of the little ancestor, for fear that the wrong wording would make people cry again.

The little ancestor stared at the porcelain vase in the old man's hand with his big eyes open, his eyes flickered a few times, "There are clearly words, can't you see it?"

"Yeah, why didn't I think of this?" Yan Jiabao slapped his thigh fiercely, and complained to Mr. Yan, "Grandpa, let me just say you! My little ancestor said that there are words, so how could it be possible to lie and fool you? The naked eye can’t see who’s to blame.”

Unable to bear it, Old Man Yan slapped Yan Jiabao's forehead with a slap, "You bastard, be quiet." He didn't feel the slap for a long time, and Yan Jiabao turned his head back, and it was as if Old Man Yan's hand had been slapped. An invisible wall blocks it, making it impossible to move forward.

This weird scene reminded everyone of what happened last night, and they all looked at the little ancestor in unison.

The little ancestor lived up to everyone's expectations with a serious face, and said in a childlike voice: "It's wrong to beat someone".

"Wow, I knew my little ancestor was the best for me." Yan Jiabao almost rushed over to hug him.

"Yo, kid, you've taught the old man a lesson. Why is it wrong for the old man to beat his grandson?"

The little ancestor said stubbornly: "Little ancestor", he raised his head, and repeated "it's wrong to beat people" very seriously.

The old and the young played the game of small eyes and big eyes again.

Mrs. Yan was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore, "Okay, old man, you are still naive, the little ancestors of others know that beating is wrong, you are a dead man, chasing Jiabao every day, if you dare to beat my good grandson again in the future You look good."

The little ancestor agreed and nodded his head, "Well, if you hit my good grandson again, I want you to look good."

Mrs. Yan: ... (The grandson is mine)

Mother Yan: ... (why does it sound weird)

Mr. Yan felt a flock of ducks flying over his forehead, and he was warned and threatened by a brat.

Only Yan Jiabao, who was in the second year of middle school, was so touched that he almost shed tears. He squeezed away Mr. Yan and approached the little ancestor, happily saying: "Little ancestor, you are so kind. One day in the world, junior, I will take good care of you."

Mr. Yan, Mrs. Yan, and Mrs. Yan were all soured by Yan Jiabao's words at the same time.

Yan Jiabao didn't forget the business, "Little ancestor, what is in the porcelain vase you gave grandpa, and what is the effect of eating it, we can't read the words on the porcelain vase, so please tell us about it."

The little ancestor shook his head in disappointment, "I don't know, I don't know the words."

Mr. Yan also stared at the porcelain bottle in disappointment, sighing secretly, he could only smell the inedible medicine, the more he looked at it, the more itchy he became.

Yan Jiabao continued to ask: "Little ancestor, why did you give grandpa this medicine?"

The little ancestor looked at Yan Jiabao with an expression of how you know what to ask, and he said, "exchange" when he gave the medicine.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Reciprocity is reciprocal, it will nourish the brain."

Yan Jiabao heard the contradiction in his words, and asked hesitantly: "Little ancestor, don't you not understand the characters on the porcelain bottle? Then how do you know that the porcelain bottle contains medicine for brain."

In fact, Yan Jiabao also wanted to ask the little ancestor why he gave the old man medicine to replenish his brain, but the old man seemed to have reached the age when he needed to replenish his brain.

"Of course I know".

Yan Jiabao, who was looked at by the little ancestor with your stupid eyes, asked cautiously: "Aside from the medicine for nourishing the brain, little ancestor, do you have any medicine for washing the tendons and cutting the marrow to change the constitution, or to make people become very powerful? In the words of your gods, it is the medicine to improve your cultivation."

The little ancestor held his chin with a tangled expression, as if he was thinking.

"Little ancestor, I was just now..." jokingly.

Yan Jiabao stared dumbfounded at the piled up hills of bottles of various sizes and shapes, all kinds of materials, such as wood, jade, gold, silver, agate, glass, and various colors There are many kinds, but what surprised him the most was the three domineering golden alchemy furnaces next to Pingshan.

Keep it on fire!

The fire at the bottom of the alchemy furnace was still burning very hot, but he couldn't feel the heat standing next to him. This could not be the legendary Sanwei True Fire.

"Don't touch it", the little ancestor quickly blocked Yan Jiabao's hand to detect the fire, "it will be burnt without even ashes".

Yan's mother was frightened by Yan Jiabao's operation, but fortunately, the little ancestor made a move in time. After a while, she grabbed Yan Jiabao's hand that was stretched out just now in fear, and slapped it hard, "I scared Mommy to death just now, how old is it?" Still playing with fire."

Yan Jiabao rubbed his nose embarrassingly, not because he didn't feel the heat from the fire, so he wanted to reach out to try it.

"Child.

In order to satisfy my own curiosity, and the fact that the child in front of me is undoubtedly not an ordinary child, even if it hadn't appeared in their Yan family's ancestral hall inexplicably, it should be an object that they would never be able to reach in their entire life. The few good things that come out out of thin air, any big family in Huadu will be regarded as honored guests.

The old man Yan's words changed, "Little ancestor, what are these bottles containing, and what are these three big guys doing? Alchemy, are you still refining alchemy? What kind of elixir is in it."

"I don't know", the little ancestor became a little depressed in an instant, "But it should be able to cleanse the tendons and cut the marrow, and improve the cultivation level."

Yan Jiabao has already regarded his little ancestor as his ancestor, he hurriedly said: "There are so many bottles and cans, I can't even remember which bottle is which."

The pile of small bottles in front of me must be filled with priceless treasures. A single bottle seems to be worth a lot, but the people in the room did not show any greedy eyes.

There was a gleam of light in Old Master Yan's deep eyes, and he secretly glanced at Yan Jiabao with admiration.

As long as the Yan family doesn't take advantage of this fairy's great ability to take advantage of the ignorant child's attitude and treat him slowly, or even let some silly boy take good care of him, I believe that after the power recovers, the Yan family can get some benefits accordingly.

Sure enough, stupid people have stupid blessings, the Yan family ancestors blessed them!