Abao grabbed Yun Ling's hand and shook it, intending to act coquettishly, but when he saw Baili Shengyun beside her, he stopped again.
He secretly glanced at the white-haired man and asked Yun Ling quietly: "Sister Yun, is this white-haired old man the immortal you mentioned? Is he so old and his hair so white..."
Baili Jianzun with clever ears and eyes: "..."
He advanced to the Nascent Soul early, who wouldn't praise him for his young talent?
Calling his daughter and sister but calling him grandpa? What's the reason?
No matter what, according to his daughter's seniority, he should call him uncle.
Baili Jianzun coldly glanced at the ungrateful brat, too lazy to pay attention to it.
Yun Ling smiled as she listened to Abao's childish words.
Fearing that the Baili Jianzun was angry, she hurriedly explained: "Abao, he is my father, just call him Uncle Baili."
Abao was very surprised. Sister Yun’s father was so old.
"Sister Yun, is he an immortal?"
Yun Ling nodded and stopped hiding it.
For mortals, monks with overwhelming power can indeed be called immortals.
Envy flowed out from Abao's eyes.
In the past, Yun Ling told him many fantasy stories about mountains and seas in his spare time. At that time, he was envious of the immortals who could fly with swords. Unexpectedly, the immortal appeared in front of him and drove the flying swords to fly.
"Then, Sister Yun, are you also an immortal?"
Yun Ling nodded and corrected: "Abao, I am an immortal cultivator."
Afraid that Abao couldn't understand, she continued to explain: "The immortal cultivator is the one who practices step by step to become an immortal. It's like when you learned swords from me before, you said you wanted to become a sword saint, and you needed to work hard slowly."
Abao nodded in a vague way: "It's great. Sister Yun, I have been practicing swordsmanship after you leave, and I will become more powerful little by little."
"But," he pointed to the sky: "You guys flew over just now, so amazing, I want to learn too."
As soon as Abao said that, Yun Ling understood. This child might also want to embark on the path of immortality, but he was afraid that she would make things difficult for her, so he didn't speak directly.
"Abao, I'm here for you."
She smiled and held his little hand: "Abao, don't resist, I'll see if you have the qualifications."
As she said that, she pinched a spiritual method and hit Abao in his hand.
Abao widened his eyes and looked at a white ball of light floating in his hands like clouds.
Light and soft.
Soon, the pure white light ball gradually turned into a tangled color of red and green.
Abao held his breath: "It...it changed..."
This is the root of fire wood!
"Abao, congratulations. Firewood double spiritual roots, good qualifications."
Abao looked happy.
At this moment, the sound of the loom in the east wing stopped.
Lin Xiuzhen walked out of the door and asked, "Abao, who are you talking to?"
"Sister-in-law Lin, it's me." Yun Ling said to the woman who was stepping out with a shuttle in her hand.