Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

Hua Guo, the capital of the empire.

This is the economic and cultural center of the entire country of China and a famous cultural city in Nanzhou. After years of development, it has now become an iconic geographical business card of China.

Here is the tallest building in Nanzhou, the most prosperous night view and the most luxurious life.

Thousands of young people come here from all over China to seek their own future, eager to achieve success.

This is the dream cave of many people, and it has also caused many people to have their dreams shattered and come home with nothing.

The unique prosperity and confusion and the vitality of young people have made this city a lively and prosperous city.

The Yun family's old house is located to the east of the Imperial City. It is said that the Yun family's old house has been built and stood for nearly 500 years.

Even during the war, there was no damage. It is the best among the surviving ancient buildings in China.

Experts once estimated that the Yun family's old house is worth billions. Not only is it very old, but the various antiques stored in it are even more valuable.

Mu Qian stood at the door of Yun's house and looked at the exquisite wood carvings above the door. The carvings were all bamboo and lotus flowers, which symbolized the clear flow of water.

And Mu Qian also saw that the entire door was made of golden nanmu, worth hundreds of millions.

Among the families that have been passed down for hundreds of years, the Yun family has the strongest influence and financial resources. Now it seems that this is not just a rumor.

Yun Zaichun got out of the car behind her and asked with concern when he saw her staring at the wooden sculpture intently.

"Did you remember something?"

To be honest, everyone's memory of when they were five years old is not very deep, and only certain fragments flash through from time to time.

What Mu Qian still remembers is that it rained heavily on the day she was lost, and that she often shuttled among the quaint pavilions and waterside pavilions.

"I have some impression." Mu Qian said.

Yun Zaichun was not in a hurry and led her towards the door.

"It's okay, you'll remember it after staying for a while." Yun Zaichun spoke softly as he comforted her.

The old house of the Yun family covers a large area and is divided into four houses in the southeast, northwest and east. There is also the Yun family's ancestral hall in the east. Every year on the 15th day of the Lunar New Year, the entire Yun family will offer incense and worship to their ancestors.

The two small courtyards next to the flowing stream in the north are also reserved for the servants who live in and take care of the Yun family.

It is said that the master who designed the Yun family's house hundreds of years ago was the best craftsman in the entire country of China and a figure recorded in history.

The traditional courtyards are full of landscapes and vegetation, but the Yun family does not like wealth and splendor, so all the vegetation planted are mainly plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums.

However, as time has passed so many years, these plants have become very rare species and extremely expensive.

Mu Qian followed Yun Zaichun through the two circular stone arches and walked inside. The servants who were cleaning and sprinkling water bowed their heads when they saw the two of them.

But most of the eyes were staring at Mu Qian who was following behind his young master.

Mr. Yun has been waiting in the main hall since he got up in the morning. Even the two gentlemen who were supposed to go to school in the morning did not leave.

Except for Yun Zaichun's mother and sister Yun Yuwei, who had left for France to participate in an exhibition a few days ago and could not make it back, everyone else arrived.

At this moment, the whole family is waiting for such a big battle, except for the time of ancestor worship, that is now.

"Don't be afraid, grandpa has been waiting for a long time, and his second uncle is also here." Yun Zaichun comforted Mu Qian.

Wen Hao and Ning Jin walked side by side behind them. This person was sent back. His original loss had something to do with them, so he had to be escorted back in person.

Walking through the Yun family's residence like this, Mu Qian felt as if she had returned to Wuzhou Continent.

After walking for about 15 minutes, we passed through a bamboo forest, an arch bridge and two pavilions, and finally arrived at the main hall.

Going up the three stone steps, Mu Qian saw Mr. Yun sitting on a black wooden chair waiting.

Mr. Yun, Yun Han, is also 70 years old this year. He has a strong body and a clear mind, but his hair has turned gray. Perhaps because he has been using pen and ink for so many years, the old man has an elegant atmosphere of a literati.

The two middle-aged men sitting below him looked similar. They both wore crisp suits and were meticulously groomed.

"Grandpa." Yun Zaichun called out first, "I brought Zhiwei back."

Mr. Yun's hand holding the white porcelain bowl loosened, and the tea poured all over the table. Mu Qian saw the light in the eyes of the old man who stood up.

"This is grandpa." Yun Zaichun pulled Yun Zhiwei to the old man.

Mu Qian's eyes were red when she saw the seventy-year-old old man, and the hand that came to hold her was trembling.

"child……"

Following this call, several similarly loving voices flashed in Mu Qian's head.

It turned out that the person who kept calling her was the voice of Mr. Yun.

"I heard that you are in Qingcheng." Mr. Yun said, gently caressing Mu Qian's face, "You have grown so big, but you were only a little bit smaller when you left me..."

The little girl who was still hugging him reluctantly on the morning he set off from Yun's house had grown so big in the blink of an eye.

The child who would hug his neck and act coquettishly grew up into a big girl in the blink of an eye.

But over the years, they have missed it.

Seeing the old man like this, everyone present couldn't help but feel sentimental.

"Dad, it's a good thing Zhiwei is back. Don't scare her again." Yun Jinghang stepped forward to support the old man.

"Grandpa." Yun Zaichun stepped forward and helped the old man sit down.

However, the old man never let go of Mu Qian's hand, holding it tightly.

"Zhiwei, do you still remember me?" Yun Jinghang turned around and raised his hand to stroke Mu Qian's hair, his eyes full of love, "I am your uncle."

Mr. Yun, Yun Han, has two sons. The eldest son, Yun Jinghang, is now a professor of philosophy at the School of Political Science, Law and Economics at Teito University.

He got married early and gave birth to Yun Zaichun and his daughter Yun Yuwei very early.

The second son, Mu Qian's biological father, Yun Jingyu, is also a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts of Teito University like his elder brother Yun Jinghang.

Yun Jingyu married the youngest daughter of the Ning family, who was Ning Jin's biological aunt. She fell seriously ill and died not long after giving birth to Mu Qian.

From this point of view, Mu Qian looked at Yun Jingyu who had not made any move.

Between his brows, he really looked a bit similar to Mu Qian.

"Jingyu, what are you doing in a daze? Don't be too happy to react." Yun Jinghang hurriedly pulled his younger brother up.

When the man reacted and raised his eyes, Mu Qian seemed to see something different in his eyes.

The next moment, she was hugged by Yun Jingyu.

"Welcome back, my daughter."

Mu Qian was strangled tightly and she looked cold, but she didn't look like that at all now.

"Zhiwei, you have a sister, do you remember?" The old man pulled Mu Qian to sit down with a concerned look on his face, "You liked to follow your sister when you were a child. She and your eldest aunt are rushing back now. "

The two little girls of the Yun family have been very close to each other since childhood. Yun Yuwei is four years older than Yun Zhiwei. Because Yun Zhiwei has no mother, she has been extremely attached to Yun Yuwei and her mother since she was a child.

When Yun Zhiwei got lost, Yun Yuwei cried for two days.

Mu Qian is currently quite satisfied with the atmosphere of the Yun family. Perhaps it is because they are well-educated and they all know how to restrain their emotions.

There will be no crying, no great joy or great sadness.

Everything is like a long stream of water, making people very comfortable.