The twelve people on one side were not allowed to use their internal strength or body skills, and they were throwing snowballs at each other.
After all, they are still children.
Taishi Xingwei and Dao Wuji stood together and watched their back-and-forth fight and couldn't help but sigh that it was great to be young.
"I heard from Lin'er that you have always known my grandfather?" Dao Wuji turned to look at Taishi Xingwei and asked.
"Speaking of which, I have seen you before, but you were still in your father's arms at that time. In this way, nearly forty years have passed." Taishi Xingwei nodded and said with a smile.
Dao Wuji tried hard to recall, but he was too young at that time and had no impression of the old man with rosacea in front of him.
In fact, not to mention Dao Wuji, even his second uncle Dao Qingyun didn't recognize Taishi Xingwei when he saw him, and the two of them even fought against each other inexplicably.
"Thank you for taking care of Lin'er. Wuji is very grateful." Dao Wuji respectfully saluted Taishi Xingwei with clasped fists.
"You are making yourself public. Dolin is very talented. He is a unique genius in both cultivation and cooking. This is especially true in terms of cooking. Many dishes that I have been studying for a long time can be made. He listens to them and reads them again. You can learn it in one go, and I have to say that meeting him is my fate as an old man." Taishi Xingwei admired without concealing it.
The cooks prepared breakfast, and after everyone ate together, they started steaming steamed buns. Steaming steamed buns on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month means prosperity in the coming year, which has a very good meaning.
After finishing their work today, the cooks and guys will go home. After all, they also have to decorate their homes for the New Year.
Making noodles, lighting fires, boiling water, and arranging baskets, Daolin participated in these activities for a short while before being pulled away by Dao Wuji.
The father and son came to the backyard, which was still on the rockery. The secret door that had been forcibly destroyed by Dolin had been repaired when they moved here.
The place where the gold and silver treasures were originally placed in the cave has now been set up with an altar. Above the altar are the tablets of Taoist ancestors, and behind the altar is the huge statue of Dao Changqing.
"Ancestors come again, Taoist descendants Dao Wuji and his son Daolin bow down!" Dao Wuji and Daolin knelt down on the futon and chanted.
"Today is the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Wuji has brought tributes to pay homage to his ancestors."
As he spoke, Dao Wuji placed the pig, sheep and cow heads that had been prepared in advance on the altar table, and took out the roasted chicken, roasted fish and newly steamed buns and placed them at the bottom.
"I ask our ancestors to bless Taoism for peace and prosperity in the coming year, happiness for the family, good health, and all the best."
Then Dao Wuji stood up and stood aside, while Daolin brought in the prepared incense candles. Stacks of incense were lit, and curls of green smoke surrounded the entire altar.
It is very similar to the ancestors accepting sacrifices from their descendants.
After the ceremony was completed, the father and son bowed their heads respectfully and left.
"Dad, when Dao Qingyun and the others are no longer here, will they put the tablets here?" Daolin asked after closing the secret door.
"It depends on what they think. Anyway, your great-grandfather's tablet is here." Dao Wuji replied after a moment of silence.
The father and son walked to the front yard. After walking for a while, Dao Wuji said again: "As for whether to ease their relationship or not, it's up to you. I won't interfere with your father."
Daolin listened to Dao Wuji's words and knew that he wanted to unify Taoism. After returning to the imperial capital, he should visit the Taoism.
Even if it wasn't for Dao Qingyun, he still had to find out the whereabouts of his mother.
The New Year's Day is like this, very busy when you are busy, and very leisurely when you are free.
"How about we arrange some entertainment projects?" Dolin suddenly said.
"What kind of entertainment project?" The nature of abstinence from alcohol is relatively high.
"Let's ask the master to hide an item on Langya Peak, and then we'll see who can find it first. You can do it, but your cultivation must be suppressed below the Kaiyuan realm," Daolin said.
As soon as this was said, everyone unanimously agreed.
Even Taishi Xingwei and Dao Wuji found these children interesting.
"Wuji, is there anything special that they can look for?" Taishi Xingwei is a lonely man, and the most valuable thing in his body is himself.
Dao Wuji touched his body and took out a piccolo. This piccolo was maroon and had a green pendant.
"This was left by Daolin's mother. Let's treat it as your competition item today. Be sure not to break it." Dao Wuji smiled and handed the piccolo to Taishi Xingwei.
Taishi Xingwei took it solemnly. He was a little embarrassed to use such a precious thing.
"That's it. Let's get started. I wish you a happy game." Dao Wuji waved his hand and said.
Taishi Xingwei nodded and waved his hand, and a burst of true energy enveloped Dao Wuji and soared into the sky.
Dao Wuji, who felt flying in the sky for the first time, was a little nervous, and kept grabbing at the air with his hands and feet.
Twelve Jue and the Wang brothers also rushed down the mountain as fast as the wind.
At the foot of Langya Peak, they stood in a row and were ready to charge. Now all they needed was Taishi Xingwei's release signal.
"Should we form groups and cooperate with each other in pairs?" Dolin reminded softly.
As soon as these words came out, some students who were not suitable for fighting alone nodded immediately.
"Okay, let's group ourselves into groups of two." Dowling clapped his hands and said.
The Wang brothers were quickly divided into groups: Wang Da and Liu Liu, Wang Er and Wang Wu, and Wang San and Wang Si.
There is some confusion on the Twelve Jue side. Although everyone knows the various techniques practiced by the other party, they have not actually practiced them together in a team.
Qin Jue Qianxue's eyes swept over everyone and finally landed on Daolin. She said softly: "Daolin, do you want to be a team with me?"
Daolin turned to look at Qianxue, then nodded.
Of course, Qi Jue Mo Ran's first choice is to paint Jue Mo poems. The two brothers and sisters grew up together and have the best understanding of each other.
Qin An, the best in poetry, chose Chen Feng, the best in poetry. Only he knew that Chen Feng was definitely not the worst.
Jianjue Su Chen chose Yijue Bailuo. Like the previous generation of Shijue, Yijue and Jianjue had the closest relationship.
Cha Jue Sanpin felt the most uncomfortable. He didn't know who to choose among Jijiu, Baiying and Xiaopang. In the end, Xiaopang took the initiative to invite him.
After everyone made their choices, Jijiu and Bai Ying finally became a group.
Everyone stood in groups and looked at each other, their eyes full of fighting spirit!
"Daolin, I will assist you with all my strength. All you need to do is rush forward and change direction. We will throw them away in the first stage." Qianxue sent a message to Daolin.
Dolin nodded, then thought of something and asked, "I rush out, what will you do?"
Qianxue smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will follow you."
As a thunder ball on the top of the mountain rose into the sky and a thunder flower exploded in the sky, eighteen people from the bottom of the mountain rushed out at the same time.
