The time-traveling husband is also comprehensible

Ding Baocheng said to Kong Mingfan: "You read a lot, come and choose a name for our wooden son?"

Only then did Kong Mingfan realize that the little boy in front of him, who looked no more than 13 years old, was a puppet made by Ding Baocheng out of a wooden door. His eyes were a bit surprised, and he immediately calmed down and said, "You made this child. Come and get it."

The wood spirit, who was completely ignored, said, "My name is Heji..."

Ding Baocheng said: "It is said that a cheap name is easy to support, um, why not call it... Er Gouzi?"

Mu_Ergouzi_Ling, looked petrified at a certain old man who looked gentle but had no literary talent: "Are you my real father?"

Ding Baocheng stroked the boy's hair that reached his chin with a pleasant smile: "Didn't you just say that I was not?"

Er Gouzi: "..."

"Bao'er is not as knowledgeable as a child anymore," Kong Mingfan sighed, interrupting the invisible eye contact between the two of them, and said, "Your real name is Heji, how about your alias Mu Jige?"

As he spoke, he picked up a cinnabar pen and wrote the words [Mu Jige] on the paper beside him.

Mu Ling looked at those three words awkwardly, thought for a while, and blushed a little on his baby-fat little face, as if he was a little happy: "Shang Ke."

Ding Baocheng looked at it and nodded: "It's pretty good, Mu Mu, she looks like a girl, and she likes singing Geji Geji every day. Well, this name is not bad."

Kong Mingfan paused: "There is no problem with your understanding."

Mu Jige's blood sank to his bones in an instant: "Father, if you don't talk, no one will think you are dumb."

"What would Mingfan want to eat? How about grilled fish?" Ding Baocheng automatically ignored someone's complaints and opened the foundation building space, then walked out the door with his arm around Kong Mingfan's shoulder.

"Father, wait for me..." Mu Jige staggered out after them in a panic, and shouted, "Why didn't you wait for me!"

Ding Baocheng said, "Why should I wait for you?"

Mu Jige was dumbfounded: "You are my father!"

Ding Baocheng: "You were cut out of wood, you don't have a father."

Mu Jige's lips twitched for a long time and didn't feel relieved.

Kong Mingfan couldn't bear to watch the two bickering directly, so he raised his forehead and said, "It's time to eat."

Ding Baocheng put away his swords, looked back with a gentle smile and said, "Is Ming Ban hungry?"

"Ah."

Ding Baocheng raised his hand and turned into a fork, rolled up his sleeves and trousers, and stepped into the lake: "Watch me catch fish for you to eat. Let me first agree that you are in charge of grilling the fish, and I will catch it."

Kong Mingfan paused: "Be careful."

Ding Baocheng waved his hand: "In my field, I will not have any accidents. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am a god here, hahaha, I am going, you start a fire. Firewood, knives, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar They are all in the small room next to me, I have prepared them for you, just go and get them."

Kong Mingfan heard the words: "Bao'er is really caring."

Mu Jige said: "That is, he is my father."

Ding Baocheng was catching fish in the lake and didn't pay attention to what they said. Kong Mingfan glanced at Mu Jige and said, "Aren't you estranged from him?"

Mu Jige said: "Although he is not emotional, he is the one who gave me life after all. I can scold him, but others can't." He said, staring at Kong Mingfan critically for a while, picky Delicate eyebrows said: "Hey little boy, do you hear that you treat him better? Otherwise, I will beat you to death."

"..." Kong Mingfan: "If I remember correctly, you used to be the door of my house."

"So what? I didn't have feelings when I was still in the same door, so don't get too close to me." Mu Jige snorted: "Forget it, you gave me a name, plus My dad likes you so much, as long as you treat him well, I will try to be polite to you."

Kong Mingfan was a little embarrassed by his straightforward tone: "Then... thank you, little friend..."

Mu Jige folded her sleeves and raised her eyebrows: "You don't have to be polite."

Ding Baocheng went ashore to watch them build a bonfire and sit around the fire and chat happily, so he also joined in and talked about the interesting story of him catching monsters on the earth back then.

Hearing that no one in his world believed that there really were monsters, Kong Mingfan and Mu Jige were very surprised.

Mu Jige: "If I'm there, I'll scare them with my original shape, and see if they still believe me."

"What is your real identity?" Ding Baocheng asked.

Mu Jige turned into a tree man, short and sturdy, with a baby face on the tree, making faces: "Are you afraid?"

Kong Mingfan let out a light cough and couldn't help laughing. He lowered his head and cleaned up the fish brought back by Ding Baocheng, put it on a stick, and wiped chili powder and salt water on it.

Ding Baocheng said: "First, you will be surrounded by a group of people, and then you will be arrested and locked in a cage for people to watch. There will also be scientific explanations that this is the result of a genetic mutation."

Mu Jige transformed into a young man with red lips and white teeth: "What is a genetic mutation..."

Ding Baocheng sat down with his back to Kong Mingfan, leaned on the back of Kong Mingfan and squinted his eyes to bask in the sun: "It means that you are so crooked when you are disabled."

Mu Jige: "You fart!"

Ding Baocheng: "Did you talk to me like this? You are not filial."

Mu Jige: "Hmph."

The two of them bickered for a while, Ding Baocheng moved his nose and looked back to see that Kong Mingfan had already grilled a fish and put it on a bamboo and wooden tray, he reached out and took it over: "Shall I eat first?"

Kong Mingfan nodded, and reminded in a warm voice: "Be careful of stabbing."

Ding Baocheng took a bite: "Damn...it's so hot..."

"It deserves it!" Mu Jige watched Ding Baocheng eat one fish, and finally waited until Kong Mingfan cooked the second fish: "I want to eat, I want to eat!"

Ding Baocheng snatched it and handed it to Kong Mingfan's mouth: "Give it to Mingfan first, he has been busy for a long time, what are you doing? You will talk about it."

Mu Jige: "Aren't you too? What did you do?"

Ding Baocheng said leisurely: "I caught the fish, I can still cheer for my brother Mingfan, can you?"

Mu Jige: "..."

Kong Mingfan opened his mouth to bite the fish Ding Baocheng handed him: "Bao'er eats too."

Ding Baocheng laughed: "You eat."

Kong Mingfan couldn't help but ate a piece of fish: "The seasonings you prepared seem to be more delicious than ours."

Ding Baocheng said: "That's right, these spices, fruits and vegetables were all stored in my space in 2012 following the trend of the end of the world, and I planted some of each. I thought that bigu would not be needed. I didn't expect a If you become a foodie, all of them will come in handy, and we will add more varieties in a few days."

Mu Jige asked curiously, "The end of the world?"

Ding Baocheng briefly told him about the 2012 Mayan prophecy, and popularized the world's top five species hypothesis, as well as the brain-in-a-vat hypothesis and other theories that sound interesting and open the mind, and finally concluded: "Facts have proved that , the other two don’t know, but the end of the world must be fake.”

"Isn't Bao'er good at divination? Can't figure out that the end of the world is fake?" Kong Mingfan asked him.

Ding Baocheng shook his head, and explained patiently: "The so-called divination by us cultivators is actually deduction with the senses, which combines a person's own behavior and signs revealed in the environment, and can only simply guess a general direction. Most of the cases are ambiguous, and no monk can say [-]% that his deduction must be correct, it just depends on his ability to tell lies, and the level of cultivation determines whether he can understand the definite principles between heaven and earth."

Kong Mingfan nodded: "It is indeed very mysterious."

Ding Baocheng: "Yes, so Mingfan wants to cultivate with me?"

The corner of Kong Mingfan's mouth moved slightly: "I tried to practice cultivation when I was young, but without a foundation, I can't achieve anything."

Ding Baocheng: "Are you from the same sect as Master Wang Xiuming? I think he's already at the Golden Core Stage."

Kong Mingfan's eyes moved slightly and he said, "Yes, Senior Brother Xiuming is extremely talented, but I'm just a soulless mortal..."

Ding Baocheng took his hand: "It doesn't matter, I'm here. As the saying goes, one person can ascend to heaven, and when the poor Taoist ascends to immortality, he will take you to heaven together."

Kong Mingfan: "..."

Mu Jige's expression was delicate: "Hey Dad, who do you think is a chicken and who is a dog?"

Ding Baocheng thought for a while when he heard the words, and smiled: "Oh, that's not what I meant."

"Ghosts believe in you." Mu Jige threw firewood.

The third fish was ready, and Mu Jige was gearing up and felt that it was her turn, so she said softly, "Dad, let me eat... shall I?"

A gust of wind blew by, and the fish in Ding Baocheng's hand disappeared. He and Mu Jige looked at each other for a moment: "I'm sorry, the fish ran away by itself..."

Mu Jige blinked her eyes, and smiled wryly, but still felt wronged and couldn't help crying: "My fish!"

Ding Baocheng glanced at Kong Mingfan, who spread his hands: "I didn't take it away."

Ding Baocheng said: "I know, it's the person behind you."

Mu Jige and Kong Mingfan turned around together, and they saw Qing Xuzi standing behind them smiling and eating fish: "Tuer, Tuer's husband and this... little fairy, who are you?"

Mu Jige: "I am your father."

Ding Baocheng: "He is my son."

Qingxuzi and Kong Mingfan: "..."

Hearing that the old man who robbed him of his fish was his father's master, Mu Jige tilted his head to look at him.

Ding Baocheng said: "Master, after two days of not seeing you, you have materialized."

Qing Xuzi rubbed his chin: "I'm also very surprised, probably because your cultivation base has improved a lot, and I have also benefited a lot. As expected of the disciples I taught, generally speaking, the spiritual soul of a cultivator surpasses that of gold." Danqi has the opportunity to materialize and can be used as a reserve army for battle, but I am sure that you will be the first in history."

Ding Baocheng glanced at Kong Mingfan who was looking at him intently, and blushed: "Master, there are so many people here, don't praise me."

Kong Mingfan smiled slightly: "Bao'er is indeed extremely intelligent and talented."

Mu Jige: "Then aren't you talking nonsense? If he doesn't have two brushes, how can he be my father?"

Qing Xuzi said: "It's Shigong."

Mu Jige ignored him: "Hmph."

Kong Mingfan said: "Bao'er, should we go out? I'm afraid Senior Brother Xiu Ming and the others will come back and look for us."

Ding Baocheng nodded and stood up: "Okay, let's go. Take him well, Master."

Mu Jige took a mouthful of minced fish meat and raised his head when he heard the sound: "Hmm?" He quickly swallowed the fish meat in his mouth: "Dad, won't you take me out?"

The author's gossip: the candy of the master and the little disciple is also very good.