Seeing that he was still not satisfied after being demoted from grandfather to uncle, Hua Qingcheng had to change her words again. After all, she couldn't call this old man "big brother"?
"Hua Qingcheng, it's only been eight years since we last met, and you don't recognize me anymore?"
Xuantian stroked his gray beard and looked at Hua Qingcheng leisurely with the eyes of a heartless man.
"Have we... met before?"
Hua Qingcheng rubbed her chin, looked at the old man in front of her suspiciously several times, and desperately searched her mind for the original owner's memory, but in the end found nothing.
"Oh my god!"
"I'm not talking about Hua Qingcheng from Laifeng Country, but the Hua Qingcheng from China on Earth!" Seeing that the other party looked at him over and over again without recognizing him, Xuantian remembered that he had changed his appearance and reminded him.
"You, you... who are you?" Hua Qingcheng stared at the white-bearded old Taoist in front of her in astonishment.
"I'm Zuo Qinglong!"
"I still have the White Tiger!" Hua Qingcheng's mouth twitched slightly when he heard that.
"Hua Qingcheng, don't you remember me? The Zuo Qinglong who sat in front of you when you were in fifth grade at Zhenan Primary School!"
Seeing that she had already given her name but still hadn't remembered it, Zuo Qinglong, who had Xuanming's appearance, almost jumped up and down.
"You...you're a slug?"
When Hua Qingcheng was in the fifth grade of elementary school, there was indeed a student sitting in front of her who looked like a bean sprout. Not only was he shorter and thinner than her, but he was also a crybaby. Whenever he was bullied, he would come to her with tears and snot to complain.
“Cough cough cough…”
"It's Zuo Qinglong!" Zuo Qinglong corrected angrily.
"Okay, then, Slug... Zuo Qinglong, why did you become an old man?"
"What old man? I am now the abbot of Tongtian Taoist Temple and the grand elder of Xuanyi Valley, Xuantian!" Zuo Qinglong stroked Xuantian's gray beard with a smug look on his face.
"Xuantian?"
"Sanlang's master?"
Hua Qingcheng suddenly felt as if struck by lightning.
Could it be that she would have to call this unruly snotty guy "Master" from now on?
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