Traveling through the ages: the apocalyptic couple salted fish lie down and win!

Chapter 838 Mu Zimo

"Are there enough training resources? We still have a lot of spiritual fruits here, and some self-brewed spiritual wine."

The spirit wine was brewed before the retreat and placed in the space. During the retreat, she and Mu Ziteng didn't drink much, but there was still some.

Although not much, the age is high, and the taste is awesome.

"No need, mother, I still have a lot here." Seeing that her mother was about to take it out, Mu Chenwan hurriedly stopped her.

It's a joke, although three hundred years have passed, but her parents gave her high-grade ingredients for ten storage rings, even if she is a glutton, she can't finish the ten storage rings so quickly.

"I just don't know how much my brother has left." Even if she wanted to stop it, she could only represent herself. For Mo Han, she didn't know how much her parents gave him at the beginning, and how much is left now. She is not good. Answer instead of brother.

"I still have a lot. Besides, I haven't been idle for so many years. I have broken into several secret realms, and the harvest is not bad."

Even if he didn't have the things his parents gave him, what he got was enough for him to cultivate and still have some leftovers, but in terms of the preciousness of things, it couldn't compare with the treasures given by his parents.

This is a matter of luck, and his luck is not as good as that of his parents.

"let it go."

Since Jian Qingling and Mu Ziteng returned to the Qingguang Realm, things in the space can only go out but not in. Apart from the spiritual medicines, spiritual fruits, spiritual valleys and spiritual honey produced by the space, they have no other income.

Of course, this does not mean that they have become poor people. At least half of the previous gains are left in the space.

A sound transmission talisman flew in front of Mu Chenwan, she opened it, and an unfamiliar male voice came from inside.

"Mom, Dad and I have already arrived in the imperial city, where are we going to have dinner tonight? Shall we make a deal on the way?"

Although the voice was unfamiliar, you knew who it was when you heard the name.

Mu Chenwan immediately took out a sound-transmitting talisman and replied, "Your uncle has already ordered it, so you come back first, your grandparents have already come."

After Mu Chenwan sent out the sound transmission talisman, Jian Qingling asked, "How old is my grandson?"

Because of An An's matter, she forgot to ask.

Mu Chenwan smiled and replied, "Thirty-three."

When her son was five years old and started practicing, she retreated and broke through the Mahayana stage. By the time she broke through, her son had grown into a big guy who was a head taller than her.

Fortunately, Brother Yu, the father, helped take care of the child, and also raised the child well.

"How is your cultivation?" Mu Ziteng asked this time instead.

Mu Chenwan smiled mysteriously, and she'll know when she sees it later.

"It's mysterious. Could it be that you have good qualifications?" Jian Qingling was aroused.

Mu Chenwan still smiled but did not answer.

Mo Han didn't interrupt at the side.

When Dang Yu and the others came back, Jian Qingling found out that her grandson was very talented. At thirty-three years old, he was already a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage.

He is about [-] meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, fair skin, and exquisite facial features. He is wearing a white robe with green bamboo embroidered on both cuffs.

He and Yu approached the hall together. The father and son were dressed in black and white, forming a stark contrast. Their appearance was only three points similar, but they were both handsome men.

Standing in the center of the hall, saluted Mu Ziteng and Jian Qingling.

"My son-in-law has met his father-in-law and mother-in-law."

"Grandson has met grandpa and grandma." Mu Zimo immediately bowed and saluted.

"Hey, you two are finally back, son, come here and let grandpa and grandma take a good look." Jian Qingling smiled and waved to Mu Zimo.

Mu Zimo didn't feel strange when they met for the first time, on the contrary, there was a sense of intimacy. He smiled and walked towards the elder.

"Grandpa and grandma." Mu Zimo came to the elders, a little cautious.

He is now in his thirties, and he can't pester people like he was when he was a child, but he also wants to get close to the elders.

Ever since he was sensible, he had often heard his mother talking about his grandparents, but when he was born, the two elders were in retreat, so he grew up listening to the stories about his grandparents.

Grandpa and grandma are mother's idols, and having been indoctrinated with his grandparents' deeds since he was a child, he naturally regards the two elders as his idols.

I have always wanted to see my grandpa and grandma, and today I finally did.

I don't know what they are doing now?Is it going to fly?

"Come on, sit here." Jian Qingling moved to the side, letting him sit between herself and Muziteng.

Mu Zimo was overjoyed, but he didn't sit down immediately, but hesitantly said, "Is it appropriate for grandson to sit here?"

This is the main seat, and he is the youngest generation in the family. If he sits down, will the parents settle accounts with him in the future?
"Your grandma told you to sit down, so you sit down." While Mu Ziteng was speaking, he pulled him to sit down.

"What's my grandson's name?" Jian Qingling asked, looking sideways at his grandson.

"Grandma, my name is Mu Zimo." Mu Zimo replied immediately.

Mu Ziteng nodded, "It turns out that Yu's surname is also Mu, I thought you had a name but no surname."

Jian Qingling: She also found out that she thought her son-in-law had no name and surname, and Yu was just a code name.

Mu Chenwan let out a chuckle, and as soon as she laughed, she was immediately stared at by several pairs of eyes. She suppressed a smile and explained, "Father, Zimo follows my surname."

Yu is a born and raised person. Since I have memory, I have only had the name Yu. Where did the surname come from, so I can only follow her surname.

"That's right." Jian Qingling nodded clearly.

Although they don't know about Yu's life experience, they have no intention of digging deeper.

Hearing the daughter's explanation, Mu Ziteng was not only unhappy, but turned ugly.

He said unhappily: "Since you follow our family name, you can't be called Zimo." Isn't this the same generation as him?
Except for Jian Qingling, the other four people present don't know what's wrong with this name. Why can't they be called this name?

Besides, they have been called names for more than [-] years, how can they just change them?
Mu Zimo thought more. He felt that if his grandfather denied his name, was he denying him as a person?

Doesn't grandpa like him?

"That's right, although the name Zimo sounds nice, you can't call it Zimo. Isn't that the same as your father's life?" Jian Qingling also reacted after Mu Ziteng's reminder.

Mu Ziteng didn't point it out because of her face, but she didn't have such scruples.

After hearing her words, everyone knew what was going on.

Mu Chenwan said dumbfoundedly: "Father, Zimo's son is Mu Xinzi, not Daddy's son."

"Not that one?" Jian Qingling looked at Mu Ziteng and repeated what the daughter said, "Is it okay now?"

Mu Ziteng nodded, as long as he wasn't of his same generation.

(End of this chapter)