"Master Han, what are you doing?"

Han Wu stood up and bowed solemnly to Ye Qingyun.

"It's our honor to get to know you, your Majesty, and it's even more of an honor for the Divine Lamp Valley."

"Han thought that since we met because of a misunderstanding, we might as well put our mistakes to bed and make our relationship closer."

Ye Qingyun looked shocked.

Make the relationship closer?

What does it mean?

Isn't this Han Wu going to be like Long Wentian and beg him?

"If Zunjia doesn't mind, let Zongyuan worship Zunjia as his adoptive father."

Han Wu said something shocking.

"What?"

Ye Qingyun looked shocked.

Everyone else present was also shocked.

"This...this is impossible!"

Ye Qingyun quickly waved his hand.

Good guy!

This is even more outrageous than worshiping the boss.

He was about to worship himself as his adoptive father.

"My foster father is here! Please accept my child's respect!"

Han Zongyuan's reaction was extremely quick, and he knelt down in front of Ye Qingyun without any prompting from Han Wu.

Han Zongyuan's heart was filled with ecstasy.

Although I am not the biological son of this Patriarch Tiezhu, it would be a great opportunity if I could become his adopted son.

How can we not seize this opportunity?

Once you miss it, you will regret it.

"I have offended you many times before, so please accept this child Zong Yuan as my apology."

Mrs. Han also immediately followed suit.

"That's right, if Master Shaogu worships you as your adoptive father, then our Divine Lamp Valley and your master will be indistinguishable from each other, and it will be more convenient for us to take care of each other in the future."

When Pei Huan saw this, he naturally agreed.

Ye Qingyun looked confused.

It's really a bit awkward to accept such a young man as your godson.

"Huikong, what do you think?"

Ye Qingyun turned his head and looked at Huikong.

"Amitabha, fate comes and goes. The young monk feels that there is indeed a fate between this young valley master and the Holy Son, so why not accept him?"

Huikong said with a smile.

Seeing that Huikong had said so, Ye Qingyun did not refuse anymore.

However, he still asked one more question.

"Um, how old is the Young Master?"

"Zong Yuan is twenty-nine years old this year."

Mrs. Han said immediately.

Ye Qingyun: "..."

Okay!

He is not much younger than me.

But others naturally don't know how old Ye Qingyun is, especially in the eyes of Han Wu and others, Ye Qingyun is so unfathomable that he is at least an old monster tens of thousands of years old.

"In that case, I will accept you as my adopted son."

Ye Qingyun looked at Han Zongyuan with a serious face.

"But I have something to say beforehand. You cannot flaunt my name outside, let alone do evil."

"If you let me know that you have done something outrageous and resentful in the name of my adopted son, then I will have to discipline you on behalf of Valley Master Han and Mrs. Han."

Han Zongyuan was overjoyed and kowtowed quickly.

"Don't worry, adoptive father, the child will definitely not do anything to harm the reputation of the adoptive father, and will definitely abide by the adoptive father's teachings!"

Only then did Ye Qingyun look happy.

"good."

He touched the storage bag and thought about giving Han Zongyuan a meeting gift.

After all, he is his adopted son, so he still needs to take care of him.

But the things in the storage bag are either for personal survival, or for daily food and clothing.

It's not appropriate to give anything as a gift.

You can’t go to the fields to get some fruits and vegetables anymore, right?

That's too cold.

"Everyone, wait a moment."

Ye Qingyun had an idea in his mind and immediately got into the room.

A moment of effort.

Ye Qingyun walked out again, with a calligraphy and painting in his hand.

"I don't have anything good here, so this calligraphy and painting is my gift to you."

Ye Qingyun handed the calligraphy and painting to Han Zongyuan.

Han Zongyuan took it with both hands.

"Thank you, foster father!"

Ye Qingyun smiled.

"Open it and take a look."

Han Zongyuan carefully opened the scroll.

I saw a black treasure lamp popping up on the paper.

It’s the coffin lamp!

And on the side, there is a line of vigorous and powerful characters.

The magic lamp illuminates the heaven and earth!

"Good calligraphy! Good painting!"

Han Wu on the side immediately exclaimed.

Mrs. Han and Pei Huan came over to take a look and couldn't help but marvel.

This is not a compliment, but I feel from the bottom of my heart that this calligraphy and painting is exquisite.

and.

This calligraphy and painting does not seem to be as simple as it seems on the surface.

After careful observation, Han Wu and others felt that the coffin lamp on the painting was vaguely emitting an aura that was very similar to the real coffin lamp.

Even that line of words seems to contain some extremely mysterious and profound truth of the great road.

The more Han Wu watched, the more frightened he became, and he immediately winked at Mrs. Han and Pei Huan.

"Zong Yuan, quickly collect the calligraphy and paintings your adoptive father gave you."

"yes!"

Han Zongyuan immediately put the calligraphy and painting into his pocket.

A few people stayed at Ye Qingyun's place for a while, and talked about the rumor again during the chat.

"If you let me know who spread this rumor, I will cut it into pieces!"

Han Wu said in a deep voice.

Ye Qingyun sighed: "The rumors this time are either targeting Shenlan Valley, me, or both. They are really sinister."
To be continued...