Time flies, and ten years have passed since Wang Shuo and Yan Yue went into seclusion.

Shi Zifan sat cross-legged on the sect's peak with his eyes closed. Cranes flew over his head, and the rays of sunlight illuminated his face. The cold wind blew, and Shi Zifan suddenly opened his eyes.

Red light flashed in his eyes, and blazing flames burst out from his body, turning into a long dragon circling around him. Then the long dragon roared towards the sky, and then got in between his eyebrows.

The aura around Shi Zifan's body surged, instantly growing from the early stage of the Golden Core to the peak of the Early Stage. At the same time, his appearance also changed rapidly. His long hair turned into the color of flames, a flame spiritual pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and a pair of flame wings suddenly appeared on his face.

Open behind you.

It was the fire spirit possessed in "Qiyang Magic", the move that Wu Renqun had used before, but his aura was obviously much worse than Wu Renqun's.

The reason is also very simple. The Qiyang True Fire that Wu Renqun has his own talent to understand is much more powerful than the flame that Shi Zifeng simply condensed with his magic power.

Shi Zimang stood up excitedly and fired several fire spells into the sky. The power was several times more powerful than before.

"It's finally done, hahahahaha!"

In a certain valley, a powerful formation propped up a light curtain to prevent anyone from entering.

In the valley, a cauldron is burning with raging flames, and tongues of fire emerge from the nine air vents from time to time. However, no matter how violent the flames are in the cauldron, the wind wall around the cauldron can always seal it inside the cauldron.

Zijian sat cross-legged on the big stone next to the cauldron, his eyes closed tightly, his brows slightly furrowed, and the Dharma sense in his hands changed from time to time.

Suddenly, the flames in the cauldron turned into a fierce tiger. It opened its fangs and claws and was about to penetrate the wind wall and pounce on Zijian.

Zijian's eyes suddenly opened, and the seal in his hand suddenly changed. A horse made of wind galloped out of the wind wall and stepped over the flaming tiger. The originally majestic tiger was suddenly soaked by the horse and turned into stars.

,Disappear.

Calm returned to the cauldron, the flames gradually became steady, and bursts of medicinal fragrance floated out.

Zijian smiled, stood up, crossed the wind wall, and approached the cauldron. The lid of the cauldron flew up, and twenty pills flew out from it, six of which were sparkling and contained powerful spiritual power.

Zijian waved his hand, and twenty pills flew into his hand.

"Yes, there are six pills. With these pills, if you practice for another twenty years, it shouldn't be a problem to break through to the middle stage of the Golden Pill."

"Has the baby been born?" Zhang Yun ran back to the house from outside excitedly.

Feng Siyu was lying on the bed, holding her child with a smile on her face, and her senior sisters were sitting beside her.

"Zhang Yun is here, come and see the child!"

Zhang Yun was so excited that he stepped forward and caressed Feng Siyu's face: "Siyu, thank you for your hard work!"

Feng Siyu smiled slightly: "It's a girl, she looks like me!"

Zhang Yun smiled naively and slowly took the baby: "Like you, she was born beautiful!"

The baby was small, pink/tender all over, eyes closed tightly, mouth opened "wow wah wah" and kept crying.

"Zhang Yun, have you thought about the name of the child?" one of the senior sisters asked.

Zhang Yun nodded, then immediately shook his head: "My literary talent is not good. After thinking about it for a long time, I felt that the name I wanted to choose was not nice, so I'd better name it Siyu!"

At this moment, Feng Yunzhi and Xia Xiaoxin knocked on the door of Zhang Yun's house: "Giving birth, so soon?"

Feng Siyu smiled slightly: "Brother, you are here. You have read many classics and are knowledgeable about literature. Why not give him a name?"

"He understands literary talent?"

Feng Yunzhi frowned: "Fuck you, why do I have no literary talent?"

Then he put on a smiling face and took the baby from Zhang Yun's hand: "Good boy, don't cry, don't cry~"

Zhang Yun chuckled: "It's okay, my brother will tell you a few names first, and we will pick the good ones!"

Feng Yunzhi grinned several names, and after some discussion, they finally decided on the name Qian Yi.

"Zhang Qianyi, that sounds great!" Zhang Yun said with a silly smile: "It would be great if my parents didn't go into seclusion and could come and see the child!"

Feng Yunzhi shook his head: "My aunt has been guided by the senior from the upper world, and her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. It's so terrifying. Maybe she can get out of seclusion early, and maybe she can meet Zhang Qianyi!

"As far as my uncle is concerned, from the early days of Jindan to Nascent Soul, no matter how highly qualified he is, it will take at least several decades. By the time he comes out of seclusion, Qianyi will have grown up!"

Feng Siyu said: "I heard that Master Lian Yu is about to touch the threshold of Yuanying. Now he is probably consolidating the foundation of Jindan, but he has not retreated. Let's take Qian Yi to see him and pray for Qian Yi!"

Thousands of miles away to the northwest of Xianfeng Gate, Tianyin Sect, Yuan Meng and Long Lan were sitting at the table drinking tea and talking.

"Why did Senior Sister Yuan Meng suddenly want to come to Wu Kingdom?" Long Lan said with a smile.

Yuanmeng smiled softly: "I wanted to take a walk around the places he had been, but I didn't expect to meet Junior Sister Long Lan here!"

"He?" Long Lan smiled slyly: "Who is he?"

Yuan Meng seemed to be reminiscing, his eyes were full of tenderness, but he said: "Speaking of it, Junior Sister Long Lan has changed a lot. When I first met you, you were like a Bodhisattva statue. You opened your mouth and closed your mouth without any image. Now I almost don't recognize you.

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Long Lan blinked: "Who is he?"

"Keke!" Yuanmeng covered his mouth and smiled: "You don't even recognize it even if I say it!"

"How can I recognize you if you don't tell me?"

"Wang Shuo of Xianfeng Sect!"

"Wang Shuo of Xianfeng Sect?"

Yuan Meng took a sip of tea and said, "Don't you recognize him? This man is an enchanting man, handsome and kind. He is now married to Changkong Yanyue, the great beauty of Qingyun Sect who was very popular at the time!"

Long Lan still smiled: "Why don't you boldly pursue this man who fascinates you?"

Yuan Meng shook his head, with a charming smile on his face: "He has identified the people he likes, and he will never like the people he doesn't like."

"So that's it!" Long Lan joked: "To be able to make the romantic Senior Sister Yuanmeng so obsessed is definitely not an ordinary person, I really want to meet her!"

At Xianfengmen, where Wu Renqun fought against Heisha, an old woman sat quietly on the stone pier, holding a handful of platycodon flowers in her hand, closing her eyes and feeling the breath of the wind.

It's like smelling the scene hundreds of years ago.

At that moment, the wrinkles left by time on this woman's face gradually faded away, and she transformed from an old woman into a young and beautiful woman.

The breeze blew by, and the woman's long hair fell down and swayed with the wind.

Facing the wind, a figure slowly came from a distance and sat next to the woman.

Tears flashed across the corners of the woman's eyes: "Renqun, I smell your breath!"

The woman is none other than Jiao Yu.

The one who came into the wind was Wu Renqun. He smiled slightly, hugged Jiao Yu into his arms, and looked forward.
Chapter completed!