Shabby thatched house, dark lights.

A short figure, kneeling down on a simple altar, was vaguely placed on it with a black spirit sign and a rusty copper lamp.

The figure did not move, as if he wanted to kneel down like a stone forever.

With a "bang", the flames in the copper lamp suddenly swayed, and the short figure finally changed.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After knocking his head three times, the short figure suddenly raised his head. He was a pretty boy with a pale face, looking about twelve or twelve years old, wearing a plain mourning filial piety dress.

"Mother, the child is leaving. Don't worry, I will work hard to practice when I go to the Zhong family. Once I succeed in practicing immortal arts, I will definitely worship your tablet in the Zhong family holy land. All those who look down on their mothers will kowtow to worship you every year in the future."

The boy said these words in a low voice, leaned over and kowtowed again, then stood up, turned around and pushed the door out of the thatched hut.

"Master Chen, are you ready to go back to Zhong's house?" In the open space outside the thatched house, an old man with white hair and hair was standing. When he saw the boy coming out, he asked calmly.

"Uncle Qing, I have said goodbye to my mother. You cast spells." The young man replied with his hands down.

"Since this is the case, I'm not polite. Young Master Chen has never practiced immortal arts before, and his body is still an ordinary fetus. This time I will return to the Zhong family, and I will cast spells and protect them for a long time." Qing Bo nodded, then raised his head and let out a long roar, and rolled on the spot.

With a dull sound of "boom", the rolling air waves rolled around, and a giant green crane more than three meters long appeared on the spot, with feathers all over the body, green and crystal clear, and their eyes shining red.

After a moment, the giant crane roared with a clear sound, spread its wings, and carried the thin young man into the sky and flew towards the sky.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, five years have passed.

The thatched hut is still standing alone in this remote place, but the thin and short figure has never appeared again...
Chapter completed!