A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Zhe Li's originally clean and tidy clothes were now slightly wrinkled, and his hands, neck and face exposed outside the clothes had small wounds.

Walking out from the cold icy fog, his brows were full of calmness, just like a lone pine in the snowy field, proud and holy. Even if he was a little embarrassed, others would only regard it as a plus.

A milky green object that looked like an ice crystal was floating above his palm.

After subconsciously calling out "sister", Zhe Li quickly made up for it and greeted the two elders.

Then, he handed the milky green ice crystal on his palm to Wen Rangchen.

"Uncle Wen, this is what I made."

Wen Rangchen took the ice crystal. The first thing he felt was its coolness. Then after sensing it carefully, his eyes changed slightly.

The purity of the medicine here is indeed extremely high.

Jun Shuci: "What is the purpose of the potion that Zheli made?"

"The materials and tutorials given to him are for refining the entry-level Soul-Nourishing Pill for apprentices."

It's not even the entry-level yellow grade elixir for apprentices. In other words, most people can only refine the powder and can't make a pill at all.

Jun Shuci and Bei Wan are indeed mother and daughter.

The two of them simultaneously turned their eyes to the dilapidated door of the alchemy room.

To refine the apprentice entry-level Soul-Enriching Pill, just...

The alchemy room exploded?

If we want to refine more powerful alchemy in the future, won’t we have to tear down the entire alchemy pavilion?

However, Wen Rangchen did not consider whether the alchemy room would explode at this time.

He couldn't wait to try out the effect of this "pill".

Just when Wen Rangchen was testing the potion made with ice properties.

Jun Shuci looked at Zhe Li with a smile on her face: "Auntie, let me help you fix your hair!"

The boy's hair looks very smooth. What's more, it's almost the same length as her daughter's. She should practice more.

Bei Wan, who heard these words nearby, seemed to suddenly remember something.

However, after so many years, my mother's cooking skills should have improved.

"it is good."

The young boy was stunned for a moment, then agreed without hesitation.

Bei Wan tilted his head, and turned his fair and soft little face towards Zhe Li, looking at him quietly.

Then he stood up and said to his mother, "I'll come too."

Apart from anything else, at least my cooking skills should be slightly better than my mother's.

Zhe Li sat on a wooden chair with his back straight and dignified, letting the mother and daughter behind him play with his hair.

After Wen Rangchen finished testing the potion, his attention was finally diverted away from it. He turned around and was about to share his joy, but he saw his wife and daughter braiding the boy's hair.

Jun Shuci: "Come here, baby, help mother hold it."

Bei Wan: "Mom, you got it wrong."

Jun Shuci: "Really? Then tear it down and rebuild it."

The previous Zheli: dare not move, hands clutching the sleeves.

Wen Rangchen didn't know why, but as he watched the scene in front of him, he suddenly chuckled and felt a sense of peace and relaxation in his heart.

The white-skinned and dark-skinned person that was previously hidden under the gentle appearance seemed to disappear completely at this moment, as if he had fallen into a soft cloud that had been exposed to the sun, surrounded by softness, and the sense of happiness wrapped him up tightly.

Wen Rangchen had a smile on his lips, leaning relaxedly against the pillar in the house, and waved at the young boy with his finger wearing a jade ring.

"Zheli."

The young boy raised his eyes, and looked at Wen Rangchen with a pair of clear blue eyes, as if he didn't know why he suddenly called him.

Wen Rangchen raised his eyebrows: "Come here, I'll weave it for you."

Zhe Li blinked, then remained unmoved and just asked: "Aunt Jun..."

The child is not stupid, he knows who is the boss in the family.

Jun Shuci recalled the boy's previous exquisite, noble and complicated hairstyle, and then looked at her own one.

Although it is not ugly, it is still a little worse than before.

Jun Shuci looked at Wen Rangchen.

But she saw that the man just smiled at her, and the gentleness between his brows was enough to drown a person.

It's been hundreds of years.

When he saw her, his eyes and heart were still full of undisguised joy.

"You can play with my hair as you like tonight."

"Children's, let me do it."

He spoke in secret, and the children must not hear it.

Jun Shuci snorted, not much in the way of disdain, but if you listened carefully you could hear the fearlessness and coquettishness of being pampered.

"Go ahead, he does write better than me."

……

When Gu Ao went to the top of the mountain to practice sword in the morning, he happened to meet his little niece who was wearing a tight suit and her hair was exquisitely braided.

"Uncle Gu Ao."

"Hey! My little niece wants to practice sword fighting too! She's so hardworking. Let's go together!"

Gu Ao greeted enthusiastically, but the lazy man didn't even realize that he shouldn't have said this in the first place.

Bei Wan looked at Uncle Gu Ao who invited her, was silent for a moment and said, "Tomorrow."

Gu Ao sighed, "That won't do. Now that we're here, how can we not practice? Do we have an appointment with someone else, or do we just not like our uncle?"

Bei Wan:......

The little girl with the sword on her back could only tell the truth:

"I came here at the hour of Yin, and now I have to go to Aunt Mu to learn the formation."

Gu Ao: ...

I don’t know why, but I felt that the image of my elders was completely shattered at this moment.

No, not at all.

"It's coming at the hour of Yin!"

Gu Ao just felt like he was broken.

Didn't the little guy just come back yesterday? Why is he so diligent the next day?

The little girl nodded.

Gu Ao: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Bei Wan looked at him in confusion: "Uncle Gu Ao, I have already reached the Great Perfection of Spiritual Transformation."

Gu Ao:?

"No need to sleep, you can meditate and practice."

Gu Ao, who loved to sleep since childhood and never gave up, even liked to take a nap and even covered his belly button during his nap: ...

In order to hide his embarrassment, he coughed twice and said, "Okay, okay! You should keep this spirit! Go and practice the formation!"

At the end, she did not forget to make up for it quietly: "Uncle, I don't really like to sleep either. After all, talisman cultivation is the main thing, and swordsmanship is auxiliary. Uncle draws talismans at night."

Drawing talismans in a dream is also drawing talismans.

"Yes, I know that my uncles and aunts are all very capable. Practicing dual cultivation is tiring, so naturally I have to be more diligent."

Gu Ao, who was not diligent at all, nodded without blushing, "Yes."

Gu Ao hurried up the mountain, but saw Chen Ruan lying in the pavilion, looking drowsy. It was not difficult to guess.

"You also came at Yin time?"

Gu Ao walked to Chen Ruan, squatted down, and asked carelessly: "I asked you to pretend, are you sleepy?"

He doesn’t know Chen Ruan yet?

Or let’s put it this way!

Among the people in Cang Yan Sect, only Gu Ao, Chen Ruan and Mu Yuya love to sleep and cannot get up in the morning.

It was like this in the past, and the fine tradition is still preserved now.

Chen Ruan sighed: "I can't help it. My child is hardworking. I can't say that I can't get up."