Two children were sitting back to back on the grass.
"Your kung fu is so good, and your ball game is even better." Dumpling praised without hesitation.
Zhao Yu put down his previous arrogance and scratched his head in embarrassment: "You're not bad either, but your martial arts are a bit like the moves my master taught me."
Dumpling's eyes lit up and he immediately turned around: "How is it possible? My martial arts was taught by my father. Who taught you martial arts?"
"My master. He is amazing. He can do everything."
"My father is also very powerful, he can do everything." Dumpling was not willing to lag behind and immediately retorted.
"Hmph, does your father know how to cook?"
One sentence killed Diaozi instantly. Diaozi was stunned for a while and shook his head numbly: "It doesn't seem possible."
Zhao Yu looked like a villain who had succeeded, and said proudly: "My master can do it."
"He cooks for you?" Dumpling immediately showed an envious expression. It seemed pretty good to have a chef who knew how to cook.
Zhao Yu shook his head regretfully: "He didn't feed it to me, he put it over there."
"Who is your master? Is it so strange?" The cooking is not for people to eat, is it just there to watch?
Zhao Yudao: "Oh, he, he is the master."
"No name?"
Zhao Yu thought about it, and it seemed that he had heard it once a long time ago, and it had been so long that he had almost forgotten it.
Ah, I remembered it.
Zhao Yu slapped him and said: "Yan Xitong!"
…
"Yan Xitong?" When they heard the name, the servant master and Yan Hui jumped up at the same time. Yan Buhuan looked at the two old people in surprise with unusually excited expressions.
"Master, Father, what are you doing?" Is Yan Xitong famous?
"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible." The servant looked at Yan Hui and repeated these three words over and over again.
Yan Hui also said it was unlikely.
Yan Buhuan was a little confused: "What's impossible?"
The servant said: "It is impossible for Yan Xitong to be Zhao Yu's master. This is absolutely impossible."
Do you need to repeat one sentence back and forth so many times? Your ears are getting calluses.
Yan Buhuan subconsciously picked his ears: "How is this impossible? Do you recognize Yan Xitong?"
Yan Hui glared at his daughter: "Did you call her Yan Xitong?"
"..."
After the two old men calmed down their excitement, the real servant said: "Yan Xitong is the ancestor of our Penglai Mountain."
"..." Yan Buhuan was confused.
The founder has already come out? It seems a bit ridiculous.
"Could they have the same name?" This seems possible.
"If they have the same name, why did Zhao Yu know our Penglai Mountain's unique skills?" Yan Hui asked rhetorically.
"That's not certain. What if you two are not the only disciples in Penglai Mountain?" Yan Buhuan guessed.
"It's impossible. Before this, Penglai Mountain never accepted outsiders. We are direct descendants." Yan Hui immediately denied.
Except for Tai Pu Zhenren, who accepted Xuanyuan Mu, the previous generation of masters only awarded martial arts to their own sons.
Yan Buhuan was shocked: "Father, it turns out you have a family?"
I always thought that my father was an orphan just like my master.
Yan Hui glared at her again: "What nonsense are you talking about? We have a family tree."
"Don't underestimate your father, you were also a noble queen before." The servant said meaningfully, stroking his beard.
"Don't talk about this, how to solve the problem now?"
