Inside the main hall, Zhou Zhou sat on the ground, using both hands and feet to tightly grasp Li Yuanming's legs. The little girl's head was smooth, but she wore a tattered Daoist robe, washed white, with patches everywhere, looking just like a little beggar.,The younger brother looked at him with a smile, without exposing him, smiling but not speaking.,She saw the ancestral tablet in her master's room when she was little, it was gleaming with gold, so beautiful. How come it's now dusty and drab。