"Sect Leader, the Ancestor has arrived!" As soon as the boy finished speaking, an old man with completely white hair and beard walked straight in from outside the door.
"Grandmaster Uncle, why have you come out of seclusion?" Jianxin bowed respectfully.
"Boy, step aside! Has our ancestor returned?" The old man pushed Jian Xin aside, but looked at Leng Yue and Qian Chen seriously. "It really is our ancestor! You two have returned?!" The old man was overjoyed, looking at Leng Yue and Qian Chen with eyes full of reverence. He didn't look like an ancestor at all; he was just like a child seeing an adult.
"Who are you?" Qian Chen looked at the old man in front of him, but had no recollection of him at all. "Excuse me, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
"No, no," the old man shook his head frantically, "I'm Android, I'm Little Table!"
Cold Moon: Android? Apple, my foot! How much do you pay Android? We'll pay you three times that for Apple!
Jianxin felt a chill run down his spine. How incongruous it was for the patriarch of a sect to address two young people as "Little Table," wasn't it? It was almost unbearable to watch.
"Sorry, we really don't know you." Qian Chen shook his head again.
Ancestor Android seemed to have suffered a huge blow, taking a step back and looking at Qian Chen and Leng Yue with a wounded expression. "You are undoubtedly Ancestor Chen Yue. Why won't you acknowledge Xiao Zhuozi? Do you think Xiao Zhuozi didn't take good care of the Sword Dao Sect? Xiao Zhuozi really did her best. Ancestor Chen Yue, please don't abandon Xiao Zhuozi, sob sob sob..."
"Um, Grandmaster Uncle, please get up..." Jianxin felt extremely embarrassed. His own ancestor went to someone else's house to cry before the New Year. How could that be?
Kenshin gave a signal, and the boy followed him to help Anzhuo up. But with a gentle push from Anzhuo, both of them were sent flying. Kenshin was alright; after all, he was the sect leader, and he used a powerful downward throw to bring him back to his feet. But the boy was different; he seemed to be blown away by the wind, drifting outside the door and struggling to land for a long time.
The child screamed inconsolably, but Anzhuo raised his hand again, and the child was pulled back by a force. The child landed safely and stood in the same spot. The child looked around, completely bewildered; everything that had just happened felt like a dream.
"Old man, you are so strong, how could we possibly be your ancestors? Is there some mistake?" Leng Yue questioned when she saw that everyone was silent.
After Leng Yue finished speaking, Jian Xin was the first to nod, "That's right, that's right. Is there some mistake on the part of Grandmaster Uncle? Look at how young they are, and they don't even know our Sword Dao Sect. How could they possibly be our founders?"
"Besides, how old is our founder?" Jianxin has been in charge of the Sword Dao Sect for six hundred years, and his grandmaster must be at least a thousand years old. So their founder must be over two thousand years old, right? But looking at the couple in front of us, they are at most a hundred years old.
"What do you know, kid? Is our ancestor an ordinary person?" Anzhuo was very unhappy and slapped the sword heart away again, but he didn't use his inner strength, just a burst of energy carried the sword heart away.
Jianxin successfully executed the Thousand-Pound Drop once again, then looked helplessly at Anzhuo, "Grandmaster Uncle, could you please stop making us fly all the time? I'm the sect leader, can't you give me some face?"
Android ignored Jianxin and instead looked intently at Lengyue and Qianchen, then asked, "You two have a dagger that can change size, don't you?"
Leng Yue pulled out her dagger and asked An Zhuo, "Is this it?"
"Absolutely! Absolutely!" Android's eyes shone with excitement. "This is the first sword strike of our Sword Dao Sect, named Fish Intestine!"
"Fish Intestine Sword?" Leng Yue became increasingly puzzled. This name was clearly plagiarized from the historical Fish Intestine Sword, wasn't it?
"That's right, that's right! The Ancestor really remembered!" Anzhuo was overjoyed. "It really is the two Ancestors, there's no mistake!"
After finishing speaking, Android instructed Jianxin, "Why aren't you preparing for the celebration to welcome the two patriarchs?"
"Huh?" Kenshin was dumbfounded. Was he really going to take it?
"No, no, we also need to invite other sects to celebrate together. This is the most important event for our Sword Dao Sect. The return of our ancestor is a great joy!" Anzhu walked around excitedly, clapping his hands incessantly.
"We must announce to the world that our ancestor has returned! Hurry, hurry!" Anzhu urged impatiently when he saw that Jianxin was unmoved.
Kenshin was speechless. Was this for real? Why was he getting more and more excited?
"Um...we'll be leaving soon..." Leng Yue saw that the old man was as excited as a child, but she had no choice but to tell him the truth.
"Huh?" Android stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at Leng Yue, then at Qian Chen. "Is what the Ancestor said true?"
Qianchen nodded. "We don't know when we'll get up, so there's really no need for such a big fuss."
"But, but..." Android kept rubbing his hands, "Didn't you just come back? Why are you leaving again?"
“To be honest, we can already travel between different spaces, so we may leave this space soon.” Qianchen sighed. “We don’t remember anything from before, so you don’t need to do these things for us.”
"Don't you remember?" "Space travel?" Android and Kenshin simultaneously grasped their respective focuses.
"I understand, but could you please stay a little longer, Ancestor? The grand competition that we've had for ten years is just around the corner." Seeing Leng Yue and Qian Chen remain silent, An Zhuo didn't say anything more, only hoping that they could stay a little longer.
Qian Chen looked at Leng Yue, and seeing her nod, he said, "Alright, in that case, let's wait until after the competition before we leave."
Kenshin was completely ignored, but there was nothing he could do. One was his grandmaster uncle, and the other two were the founding ancestors recognized by his grandmaster uncle. Compared to them, he was just a kid, and he'd better just obediently play the grandson!
At Anzhuo's warm invitation, Leng Yue and Qian Chen followed him to the back mountain. The back mountain was Anzhuo's private territory, and it was usually quiet as no one came to disturb it.
Leng Yue and Qian Chen followed An Zhu along the way, and saw many familiar things. There were strollers, toy bicycles, carousels... and so on, all things for children.
"Where did all these come from?" Leng Yue asked, picking up a small mechanical cart, pulling it backward, and the cart could then run quite a distance.
Android, however, was weeping to himself, saying, "I knew it! I knew only the old ancestor would know how to play this!"
"These are the toys you made for me and Apple. I still have them all. Look, none of them are broken!" Android said, wiping away his tears.
Leng Yue: There really are apples? Good heavens, who came up with such a brainless name? Could it be me?!
"Your names?" Leng Yue persisted.
“Of course it’s you!” Android was very happy. “When you first met Apple and me, you gave us names. Later, you took us in and taught us swordsmanship. Later, to protect us, you even established the Sword Dao Sect.”
"What about the apple?" Leng Yue couldn't help but look inside.
Android immediately deflated, a look of disappointment on its face, "Apple's gone mad..."
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