Ancestor

Ye Jingan was so excited that he wanted to hug him again. He didn't know why he just liked him and wanted to get close to this ancestor. But when he hugged him just now, he didn't seem to like it.

Ye Jing'an withdrew his hand, pouted his lips, gently pinched the corner of Liu Muzhe's clothes, and followed obediently.

Liu Muzhe noticed his cautious actions just now, chuckled, reached out and held Ye Jingan's hand, and led him away.

Ye Jing'an's attention was drawn to this slender, fair hand. It was warm like a hand warmer, and holding it made people feel safe. Ye Jing'an's heart exploded, and while his attention was still on his hands, he had already walked to the altar.

Seeing Ye Jing'an distracted, Liu Muze patted his head and said, "Pick whatever you want to eat."

He chuckled, broke off a chicken drumstick, and began to eat it. After a few smacking bites, it wasn't as tasty as he'd imagined. The drumstick had already gone cold, the meat was hard, and a thin layer of fat had solidified on the outside. Besides the flavor of the chicken itself, none of the usual seasonings were present, not even the most basic saltiness.

Ye Jingan walked around the offerings, picked up a piece of beef, and spat it out after a few bites. It was like chewing wood, and it tasted even worse! It turns out that food for the gods is not tasty either. Maybe it tastes better after the gods have eaten it?

Ye Jing'an looked at his ancestor with his big eyes that flashed with cunning.

"Why are you staring at me again?" Liu Muzhe knew from the boy's expression that he must be up to something again.

"Hehe, Grandmaster, here's a chicken leg for you!" Ye Jing'an broke off another chicken leg and handed it over.

Liu Muze looked at him speechlessly. The food on the table had been sitting there for a few days, just for show. The meat had been blanched in salt water, and it was obvious it wasn't tasty. Liu Muze muttered to himself, "Do you think I didn't see the expression on your face when you first ate? It was so disgusting that I vomited, and you still asked me to eat?"

"I don't want to eat." Liu Muzhe turned his head away.

"Have a bite." Ye Jing'an was about to pounce on Liu Muzhe again, wanting to stuff the chicken leg into his mouth.

"You little rascal, don't try your magic on me. Your hands are covered in oil, don't rub it on me!" Liu Muzhe dodged him by turning sideways.

Ye Jing'an looked at his hands. They were indeed greasy and glistening. He sucked his fingers, licked his palms twice, rubbed his hands together, and wiped them on his clothes, then pounced on Liu Muze with a playful laugh.

"Stop! If you don't pounce on me, I'll give you candy." Liu Muzhe was really afraid of him. He took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, poured out a small dark green ball, and waved it in front of Ye Jing'an.

"What kind of candy is this?" Ye Jing'an looked curiously at the small balls in the jar that were green to black. "This candy doesn't look delicious. The color is like the medicine my dad bought. The candies I eat are all colorful and beautiful."

"Eat it or not, I'm not willing to give you this good thing!" Liu Muzhe suppressed his smile and pretended to take the candy back, "I'll keep it for myself."

"I want to eat it!" Ye Jing'an snatched it and swallowed it into his mouth. After holding it for a few seconds, he twisted his face in disgust and rolled up his tongue to spit it out.

"Swallow it for me. I've been looking for these herbs for a long time. Don't spit them out." Liu Muzhe covered his mouth.

Ye Jingan struggled in vain and could only swallow the "candy".

"You liar, you..." He rolled his eyes and fell straight onto Liu Muzhe's legs.

"This is such a good thing, I can't bear to eat it myself, and you're still disgusted when I give it to you." Liu Muzhe smiled, "You little brat are really a troublemaker. Let's just treat what happened tonight as a dream."

Liu Muze tidied up the things on the altar a little and burned a talisman. Seeing that this altar was exactly the same as before, Liu Muze nodded, carried Ye Jingan back to the room, pinched his chubby face again, and said with a smile: "I ate chicken legs in my dreams."

The next morning, Ye Jing'an stretched himself and jumped out of bed. He felt a strange sensation in his body, light and full of strength. He felt like he could lift his father up. He didn't know why the feeling of waking up this time was different from before. He sighed, "This sleep was so comfortable."

Ye Jing'an stood in the room, looked around, and always felt that something was missing.

"By the way, where's the Grandmaster?" He quickly put on his shoes and went to the altar to find Liu Muze. As soon as he went out and met his father, Ye Jing'an shook Ye Zhuoran's hand and said excitedly, "Dad, I met the Grandmaster last night! He's not the old immortal you said, he's a handsome big brother!"

"It's good to have dreamed about you. It means you are a good seedling. My son is great." Ye Zhuoran nodded with a smile.

Ye Jingan explained that it was not a dream, but a living ancestor, and told his father everything that happened yesterday. Seeing his father's confused look, he knew that he did not believe what he said, so he hurriedly pulled Ye Zhuoran towards the altar.

Ye Zhuoran thought, this child must have become stupid from sleeping so much that he can't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

Walking up to the altar, Ye Jingan's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide open. The offerings before him were all there. Could it be that what happened yesterday was really a dream?

He went over it again in his mind, remembering everything he had said and done clearly. The only thing he couldn't remember was the face of the Grandmaster, as it was true that in dreams one can't clearly see the faces of people they don't know...

"No! There must be something wrong with the candy he fed me yesterday. I'm not dreaming!" Ye Jing'an turned around and ran towards the forbidden area.

Ye Zhuoran's face changed and he shouted, "Stinky boy, where are you running to? You are not allowed to go in!"

Ye Jing'an ignored him and climbed up the iron gate and jumped inside.

Ye Zhuoran looked at the two-meter-high iron gate. The boy climbed over it as easily as a monkey. His hands were shaking with anger. He took a bamboo stick, rolled up his sleeves, opened the door and walked in: "Good boy, I will break your legs!"

As soon as I came in, I saw the naughty monkey standing by the pavilion, muttering something... and then he left.

Ye Zhuoran walked over, slapped him on the head, spanked him with a bamboo stick, scolded him, and apologized to the master in the air: "The child is ignorant. I am sorry for disturbing you, master..."

Ye Jing'an was beaten for a long time, but he didn't move or pay any attention to him. He stood there for a while and then walked back to the room in disappointment.

Ye Zhuoran was stunned. This shouldn't be Ye Jingan's reaction when he was beaten. What's wrong with this kid?

Ye Jingan lay on the bed, covering himself with the quilt. The sudden incident made his mind a little confused. Was he really just dreaming?

He thought carefully about what had happened last night. Oh, right, the ancestor had given him a talisman. He quickly sat up and searched his pockets, but found nothing. It seemed he was dreaming. Perhaps he'd been thinking too much about the ancestor during the daytime sacrifices, and naturally dreamt about him that night.

Ye Jing'an couldn't help but recall yesterday's dream, but it seemed too real. He clearly remembered putting the talisman into his pocket.

Ye Jingan didn't give up and turned his pocket inside out. There was indeed nothing there. However, there was a thin layer of ash inside the pocket. The ash was very fine and it would be invisible if you didn't look carefully. It disappeared after washing the clothes. Ye Jingan became excited again: "It must be left after the talisman was burned. This is not a dream!"

He wanted to see the Grandmaster and talk to him, but how could he see him again?

Yes, if he studies what the master taught him seriously, the master should come to check his learning results like a teacher in school and give him some guidance.

Ye Jingan jumped out of bed and walked out of the room, intending to start learning now.

"Kid, you're not feeling well." Ye Zhuoran had called him but he didn't respond, thinking something had happened. Seeing him leave, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dad, take out the talisman book from our ancestor. I'll go draw the talisman now!" said Ye Jing'an.

"Okay, I'll get it for you right away!" Ye Zhuoran beamed with joy and hurried to the study to get it. He also told Ye Yu the news that Ye Jing'an had finally gotten the hang of it, and the two of them quietly hid outside the house to watch him study. He had originally thought this brat was up to some wicked trick, but he actually was studying seriously.

Ye Zhuoran and Ye Yu looked at each other, nodded, and said with a smile: "I really got it. It's good to get it!"

Ye Zhuoran watched him for several days in a row, and he was actually learning to draw talismans seriously, and his drawings were quite realistic. This made him very happy, and he provided this little ancestor with good food and drink every day, with food coming in his mouth and clothes coming in his hands.

After all, it was difficult to get Ye Jingan to stay quiet and not make trouble. Not to mention asking him to study hard all the time, which was even harder than the sky falling!

However, Ye Zhuoran could not enjoy such a peaceful and peaceful life for long.

After studying for a week, Ye Jing'an found these spells incredibly difficult to learn. They were all so crooked and twisted that they were not easy to learn at all. There were also many things he couldn't understand, and he couldn't even recognize the characters. It was completely different from the addition, multiplication, and division they were required to learn in school! He had been studying for quite some time, but he hadn't even seen the shadow of the master.

"What a mess the master wrote. I don't want to learn from him!" Ye Jing'an rolled his eyes, picked up the book and walked towards the forbidden area.

"Grandmaster, I don't know how to do this. Can you come out and teach me?" He stood beside the stone pavilion, pretending to be a good boy, looking up at the sky pitifully and shouting, "I really don't know how to do this, wuwuwu..."

Ye Jingan cried and pretended to lower his head and wipe away his tears, looking quite serious. Liu Muze hid aside and watched him act with a smile.

Ye Jingan squinted his eyes and glanced around, but still couldn't see even a shadow.

"Stinky Grandmaster, come or not, who cares to see you!"

"What kind of crappy book did you write? You're not learning anything!"

"Hmph!" Ye Jing'an threw the book to the ground, walked back slowly angrily, and turned his head to look from time to time.

After leaving the forbidden area, he didn't leave immediately. He quietly hid behind the stone pillar and waited for a minute, then suddenly jumped out and looked into the forbidden area. The ancestor still didn't come out, and Ye Jing'an walked towards the room dejectedly.

"This clever little brat." Liu Muzhe couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth into a smile and walked over to pick up the book.