A chariot with seven-colored flags and clouds is flying in the sky. The three generations of leaders from the Lingxiao Pavilion are riding in this chariot, traveling at lightning speed, back home.

Master Ye Dazhen was a little uninterested and was closing his eyes to rest.

The young pavilion master rested his head on his hands and looked at the scenery outside the car, but he was obviously not paying attention.

He said in a daze: "I heard that when someone walks into your heart, her every smile will stir up waves in your heart. So even if you are just a little bit unhappy, it will be very obvious in your eyes. Dad

,Is it like this?"

Ye Zhenren looked at his daughter and didn't say a word. He just sighed in his heart.

In the long river, the waves behind push the waves ahead, you, Ye Lingxiao, have to work harder...

Ye Qingyu asked again: "Will you also notice my mother's mood?

Ye Lingxiao's heart suddenly softened, and he said slowly: "Of course. Her joys, sorrows, and joys are my clouds."

Ye Qingyu was stunned: "Dad, you are really good at coaxing girls, my mother will definitely like to hear it."

"Wrong, your mother is a sober person and doesn't like to hear this." Ye Lingxiao shook his head gently: "But she loves me."

Ye Qingyu was still looking at the sea of ​​clouds. Large swathes of clouds were as fixed in the sky as cotton candy. It seemed that only the Qiyun chariot was moving - the chariot flew so fast that it seemed to leave everything in place.

"Tell me about my mother! I rarely listen to you." She murmured.

Ye Lingxiao also looked at Yunhai, opened his mouth, and finally said: "It's not time yet, I'll tell you later."

Ye Qingyu is not willful, or she has been willful since she was very young. But Ye Lingxiao, who is always obedient to her, will not let up on this matter. "Then tell me what you think about Jiang Wang - you

You can’t refuse your precious daughter a second time, right?”

"Ah." Ye Lingxiao sighed softly and looked at his baby daughter: "My dear daughter, are you under a lot of pressure now?"

Ye Qingyu fell silent.

The white-haired boy who turned around and walked down the mountain in the blink of an eye has become the best in history. She had not realized it before, or she had deliberately ignored it...but there was really a lot of pressure.

Jiang Wang has been burdened with too much and has worked very hard to get where he is today. Now he has finally taken revenge and is free. She really doesn't want to let herself become the role that may cause trouble.

Maybe she isn't, and Jiang Wang certainly doesn't think so. But if a monk from the outer building walks next to a real person in this world, he will become a breakthrough point for the enemy, and he will become someone who needs to be distracted when something unexpected happens.

She is Ye Qingyu, the daughter of Ye Lingxiao and the Young Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Although she has never experienced any danger, has never really fought between life and death, and has never even killed anyone... She deserves to have peaceful years and walk through this life without wind or rain. But how can she be held in the palm of her hand and always afraid of being broken?

Woolen cloth?

At least, you must have the power to protect yourself.

"I have no pressure." She said to her father.

She smiled softly: "With you here, how can I feel any pressure?"

Ye Lingxiao looked at her with distressed eyes: "You haven't fully understood the true secret of Yunzhuan... Next, I will give you special training. My dear daughter, are you afraid of hard work?"

Ye Qingyu did not answer directly, but pursed his lips.

Then he stood up again, moved to Jiang Anan's side, rubbed Jiang Anan's little head, and said full of fighting spirit: "Jiang Anan, we have to work hard!"

The interior of the Qiyun car is very spacious.

Sitting cross-legged, surrounded by stupid Hui, you take a piece, I take a piece, I take a piece, I take a piece... Jiang Anan, who is sharing the candy fairly, raised his head blankly: "Huh?"

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Encountering the white-haired wind at Yueyongquan made Jiang Wang worried about the situation in the grassland. The white-haired wind itself is not worth worrying about, but the anomaly it represents is confusing.

A hegemonic country like Muguo, with its totalitarian power, should be able to easily suppress all unstable factors, so how could it be so secretive about this?

Thinking about many people suffering from hysteria, it makes people think deeply.

What happened on this grassland?

Nowadays, everything is going well for the great animal husbandry empire. Although the flowers are blooming like brocade, what is the flowering period like?

Is the soil beneath the flowers still fertile?

The "confluence of all religions" and the influx of forces from all directions into the grassland is a strategy for the Mu Kingdom to strengthen its foundation, but it also has some hidden dangers... Can the Mu Ting grasp it?

Of course, Jiang Wang did not go directly to Cangyu Xunshou Yamen or Minhe Temple, and he was not stupid enough to trace the source himself. After all, he was an outsider to the grassland.

Cang Yu Xun Shou Yamen may have a reason for Cang Yu Xun Shou Yamen, but there is no need to tell him.

Therefore, I just told Xiao Wu these things in private, letting Da Mu's consort pay attention to it. Whether there is a need for detailed investigation, or if there is some hidden reason that cannot be disclosed, Da Mu's princess Helian has her own idea.

After the grand wedding, the guests dispersed.

Jiang Wang bid farewell to his relatives and friends one by one, also said goodbye to the newlyweds, and returned to Xingyueyuan with Chu Yao.

Chu Yao's mother lives in Linzi and has her own job and her own life. It is not easy to keep her old friend's widow with her. Besides, Zhang Cuihua has a strong temper and must support herself and cannot be idle.

.

After killing Zhuang Gaoxian and clearing away his old grudges, Jiang Wang did not rush to take Chu Yao to his side because he was still young and perhaps should accompany his mother. After all, Linzi had no shortage of anything.

, Chu Yao can also practice well.

But Chu Yao wanted to follow his master. Zhang Cuihua also sent a letter this time to congratulate Jiang Wang's step-brother on his wedding, and prepared a very generous gift with his savings over the past few years, which was sincere.

Jiang Wang was afraid that she would think too much, so he took Chu Yao with him and let Chong Xuansheng and the others go back by themselves.

There has never been any powerful force in Xingyue Plain. It's not that there isn't strong soil here, but Qi Jing doesn't allow it.

It has always been a power buffer between Qi Jing and Qi Jing, and it also served as a battlefield between Xiang Kingdom and Xu Kingdom.

Seeing Bai Yujing become this exception.

Today, in Bai Yujing Restaurant, Lin Xian left and Zhu Weiwo came.

A little holy monk named Jingli left, and a real man named Jiang came back.

In the Xingyue Plain where there are not many strong people, he can be called the Phoenix Standing Chicken, which is quite eye-catching.

Twelfth floor.

Chu Yao stood at the side obediently, while Jiang Wang was flipping through "Mu Lue" in "The Swordsman Cutting the Sea" and casually said to Lian Yuchan in front of him: "You stay in the restaurant all day, your father doesn't miss you.

?”

Lian Yuchan looked at him resentfully: "You said I would come first..."

"...I have no intention of chasing you away." Jiang Wang surrendered immediately: "You go about your business, I just care about the employees."

"Then I thank my boss for your concern!" The earthen stove was already boiling. Lian Yuchan picked up the small teapot, twisted some good tea leaves brought by Xiang Guo, and poured the tea for Jiang Wang. Then she turned to look at Chu Yao: "Young master,

What do you want to drink? Tea? Wine? Our store has good wine, suitable for children."

Chu Yao wanted to respond politely, but he didn't dare to vent his anger, and his face turned red from holding it in for a while.

The pile he is standing on is not simple. It is a mountain-bearing pile used by the Chongxuan family for physical training. It is most suitable for laying the foundation. But all the strength must be mobilized, otherwise it will be crushed by the "mountain".

"Okay, I know you're working hard, so there's no need to reply to me." Lian Yuchan stopped with a smile, put down the teapot, and went out.

Chu Yao stood motionless, but he glanced randomly from the corner of his eye, sometimes at the master, sometimes at Lian Yuchan's back.

But Jiang Wang casually threw a body-refining pill over, and he quickly opened his mouth to catch it. After a few clicks, he swallowed it. This kind of testing can be regarded as a tacit understanding between master and disciple.

Jiang Wang raised his hand to signal him to relax his posture and relax his muscles: "What are you thinking about?"

Chu Yao didn't dare to lie to his master and said honestly: "I'm wondering which master's wife this is."

"Stand still!" Jiang Wangna glared: "You can't hold back your words, just stand there for another hour!"

Chu Yao stood still again with a grin on his face.

If you don't open your mouth, you are disrespectful. If you tell lies, you will deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. If you tell the truth, you will speak without restraint.

Master, Master, do I have to face such three difficulties in my life?

Jiang Wang let the volume of "Mu Lue" spread out on the desk and casually ordered: "After you stand at the post and read, you will have to have your back whipped as a teacher."

As soon as he turned around, his figure had disappeared.

What is supposed to come will always come.

The White Jade Beijing Tower is twelve stories high, higher than Tianfeng Valley. Jiang Wang stepped out of the tall building, and his figure was already higher in the white clouds, beyond the reach of mortal eyes.

Where he stands, the wind in the sky stops, the five elements are settled, and the vitality returns.

The noise in the world has returned to silence, and only his clear voice echoes: "If you have friends coming from afar, why be so sneaky?"

A painting scroll jumped out and spread out. The canvas was blank, but a vicissitudes of voice sounded in the middle: "What sneakiness! I just arrived!"

The other party had indeed just arrived, and indeed there were no traces of cover. Asking him to find out in advance was considered a knock on the door.

But if Jiang Zhenren wants to find trouble, why should he care about that?

He put his hands behind his back, like a master. His eyes casually swept over and landed on the canvas. In an instant, there was a spark that penetrated the rules of the painting and jumped in the center of the canvas. "What kind of monster! How dare you do it in front of this real person?"

Pretend to be a ghost!"

A hand lingering in clear light reached out and held the fire of Samadhi. Then a tall and thin man of middle-aged appearance wearing loose Taoist robes walked out of the canvas intact, extinguishing the fire while holding it.
To be continued...