Mo Qingchen stared blankly at the red-faced old man who rushed out, his face covered in soot, clothes tattered and torn, blowing his mustache and staring at Mo Fourteen.

  "Wu... Uncle Wu." Mo Xiuli cried out with a stunned expression.

  The old man with a red face rolled his eyes and said, "What are you looking at? It's just that some Red Flame Powder was lost and accidentally exploded inside! Oh, the girl is here, come over quickly."

  After finishing speaking, he grabbed Mo Qingchen and slammed the courtyard door shut with a bang. Outside the door, Mo Fourteen touched his nose tip and smiled helplessly before turning around to leave.

  Mo Qingchu subconsciously turned his head to glance at the tightly closed door, after all, Fourteenth Uncle was the first familiar person here, and now that he was gone, it still felt a bit uncomfortable.

  "Girl, come here, Grandpa has a gift for you." The red-faced old man said as he pulled out a palm-sized deep blue embroidered pouch.

  Mo Qingchen's heart skipped a beat with excitement. Could it be? Was this the legendary Storage Bag? Was Grandfather going to give the Storage Bag to him?

  Mo Qingchu immediately realized he had guessed wrong. The red-faced old man rummaged through his bag, finally pulling out two yellow dan pills the size of peanuts with an embarrassed expression: "Girlie, cough, those magical instruments and whatnot you can't use, but this Jiling Pill is personally refined by Grandpa, eating it can speed up your cultivation growth. However, you can't eat it now, only after you've entered the Qi Refining stage."

  After finishing, Mo Qingchen didn't react, so he hastily added: "Lass, you still don't know the preciousness of this pellet. Come, come, Grandfather will tell you all about it. In our Tianyuan Continent's Cultivation world, resources are now extremely scarce. Although this Spirit Gathering Pellet is a low-grade pellet for Qi Refining stage cultivators, in those large sects with deep foundations, it may not be rare, but for small cultivation families like ours, being able to eat one of these pellets regularly is already not easy...

  Mo Qingchen listened to the old man's spittle-flying speech for half a day, in short, it was that the Jiling Pill was extremely precious and she must not disdain it.

  Mo Qingchen suppressed his smile, pursed his lips and said: "Grandfather, Mo Qingchen understands, thank you for the Jiling Pill, this is the best gift I've ever received since I was a child."

  The old man's face lit up with joy, and this time he reached into his bosom and fished out a red cloth package after rummaging for half a day.

  He carefully lifted the cloth package, layer by layer, and Mo Qingchen finally saw that inside was a pearl flower.

  That peony's layered petals are a gradual deepening of blue, from light to dark, and at the center is a deep blue pearl the size of a longan fruit.

  With a touch of sunset glow, the pearl's luster flows and turns, extraordinary beauty, setting off the entire pearl flower with dazzling brilliance.

  The old man looked at Zhu Hua with great reluctance, then slowly handed her over to Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingchen didn't dare to take it for a moment, looking at the old man's expression she was afraid that if she stretched out her hand, the old man would withdraw again.

  "Here, take it, girl. This pearl flower was left by your grandmother and was once worn by my mother. I had intended to keep it for my daughter-in-law, but now I'm giving it to you instead." The old man's face flashed with a hint of nostalgia, then he continued, "Girl, the material of this pearl flower isn't particularly precious, just something that's been passed down through our ancestors. Now that Grandpa is giving it to you, don't lose it." With that, he directly pinned the pearl flower into Mo Qingchen's hair.

  Mo Qingchen hurriedly reached out to take down the pearl flower, saying: "Grandfather, let me put it away, if you wear it and accidentally lose it or damage it, that would be bad."

  The old man pressed Mo Qingchen's hand and said: "Wear it, aren't flowers meant to be worn by people? Your grandma used to wear them on her head every day too."

  The old man said, recalling his wife's voice and appearance. He thought that in those years, she was exceptionally beautiful, with all kinds of precious jewelry always being worn in rotation, but this ordinary pearl flower had been pinned to her hair all along...

  Mo Qingchen felt relieved after hearing this and began to casually examine the layout of the courtyard.

  This is a very simple small courtyard, with a row of main houses facing south, a slightly shorter house on the east side, and only one room on the west side, which should be a toilet. The ground in the courtyard is paved with green large stones, and there is an old peach tree in the corner of the wall that has been bearing fruit for many years, with pinkish-white peaches that make people's mouths water just by looking at them. What's even more wonderful is that under the tall peach tree, there is actually a rattan rocking chair, and not far away, several stone stumps are scattered about, covered with bright yellow soft cushions.

  "Hey, little girl, you like that rocking chair too?" The old man asked aloud as he saw Mo Qingchen staring at the rocking chair without moving.

  Mo Qingchen nodded slightly and said, "Mm, I like it."

  The old man seemed to have come up with an idea and pulled Mo Qingchen along, saying "Come."

  After finishing, Mo Qingchen was pulled under the peach tree. With a wave of his hand, another rocking chair appeared. This rocking chair was much smaller and more exquisite than the one under the tree. The green rattan seemed to still have a fresh fragrance.

  The old man patted the recliner and said: "Girl, lie down and try it out. Grandpa knows you'll like it."

  Mo Qing's eyes drooped down, and a warm current flowed slowly in her heart. It had been a long time since anyone had treated her so well, and she began to look forward to this new life here.

  An old man and a young child were lying on a rocking chair, silently gazing at the magnificent and fantastical sunset in the distance.

  Mo Qingchen had never had the leisure to carefully observe the sky of this era, whether in modern times or after crossing over. Only now did she discover that an unpolluted sky was so beautiful. Although the sunset was about to drag its last wisps away, the slightly darkened sky remained clear and transparent, making one's heart feel transparent as well.

  Gradually, Mo Qingchen, who had been tense all along, fell asleep.

  The old man got up from the rocking chair, gazing at the little girl who was fast asleep. He saw her small body buried in the rocking chair, and her tiny face, no bigger than a palm, looked serene in sleep. He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh as he picked up Mo Qingchen and slowly walked into the house.

  On the second day, just as the sky was lightening in the east, Mo Qingchen woke up naturally. She had no choice but to follow her biological clock, which she had developed over the past year or so. If she got up even a little later, Liu Yang would scold her until her face turned red with anger.

  Mo Qingchen was dressed and ready, but couldn't find where to wash up, and didn't know if Grandfather had woken up yet, so he simply walked out into the courtyard.

  A refreshing breeze mixed with the faint scent of grass and trees blew towards him, Mo Qingchu opened his eyes to take a closer look, only to find that Grandfather was already sitting on the stone stool under the tree meditating.

  The old man opened his eyes and looked at Mo Qingchen with a smile: "Girl, why are you up so early?"

  Mo Qingchen's face turned red: "Grandpa, you're up much earlier than me. Grandpa, where are you going to wash your face?"

  The old man was taken aback for a moment, then said: "Ah, I forgot, there is no well here."

  As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, a basin appeared, and with a slight movement of his finger, a stream of clear spring water fell into the basin.

  Mo Qingchen's eyes widened in amazement. Before, the 14th uncle was just walking like the wind and didn't feel anything special, but seeing him conjure up rain out of thin air with his own eyes was truly too incredible.

  The old man saw Mo Qingchen's appearance and chuckled: "This is the Rain Transformation Technique, girl. You can cast it when you've refined your Qi to the fifth layer."

  Just then, Mo Qingchen heard a "knock knock" at the door.