I woke up after 300 million years

"You know?" Mo Qingwu was a little surprised.

The two walked out of the ice-blue palace. A cold wind rolled up Jian Xi's long hair, and the gauze covering her cheeks lifted up, revealing her seductive red lips and a tear mole.

Jian Xi stands like a peony, sits like a peony, walks like a lady, smiles like a fairy, and murmurs:

"Once I saw my father drunk at the Sword Tomb. He was passing by and insisted on dragging me to drink. He also said a lot of words, mentioning Yan Ba. I didn't understand the details. He was probably talking about how Yan Ba ​​saved him several times. This time, I am very respectful and grateful. Although Yan Ba ​​is often unreliable, he speaks his heart."

Did he speak his mind? Sword and love for me... Mo Qingwu had many thoughts.

Jian Xi walked in the corridor with a warm pace and sighed:

"Since I can remember, he drinks almost every day and rarely gets drunk. That night he was a rare drunk. He hugged me and said sorry to me many times. Alas... Aunt Mo, Do you think I'm too ignorant? I shouldn't lose my temper with my father, he seems to be under a lot of pressure."

Upon hearing the word "Aunt Mo", Mo Qingwu's thoughts returned, she was smiling inside but calm on the outside:

"How should I put it? Although Jianhe is not an expressive person or a qualified father, you should always remember that he gave everything for you. It is no exaggeration to say that without Jianhe's protection for decades, Tao The alliance has long been eaten away by extraordinary organizations, and you, me, and those pretentious ascetics will all be brutally slaughtered by the extraordinary ones and transformed into puppets."

"Xiao Xi, you know, Jian He said something to me: if he picks up the sword, he can't hug you, and if he puts down the sword, he can't protect you."

"He is your father now, but he was once a son and a frivolous young man. Don't be too harsh on him. He works hard, so hard that he is almost beaten to death again and again. He always only uses the most amiable side. To you, you don’t know how embarrassed he is licking his wounds in the dark.”

"The only people who can make Jianhe say the words 'I'm sorry' are you and Jiancheng."

These words are affectionate and heartfelt. Mo Qingwu is the person who knows best how hard Jian He works and how hard he works. From childhood to adulthood, Jian He has endured loneliness, pain and heavy responsibilities.

Many times, she felt sorry for Jian He, that kind of lonely back, that kind of sadness that "no one stands with me at dusk, no one asks if my porridge is warm". She has struggled for most of her life and protected for most of her life. No one understands, not even her children. They are all alienated from themselves, which is desolate just thinking about it.

But Jianhe doesn't like to express or complain to anyone. He has long been used to being alone.

Jian Xi didn't understand this, nor did he understand it very well.

She rarely talked to her father, especially when she grew up, and they had no topics to talk about. Occasionally, she heard about her father's heroic deeds, and she just felt that her father was so strong and he should be like this, so she didn't worry about anything.

She and her brother Jian Cheng had never seen Jian He injured, nor Jian He fighting desperately.

Even if Mo Qingwu's remarks were true, Jian Xi was not too impressed and just lowered his head silently.

Walking to the corner, Mo Qingwu observed Jian Xi out of the corner of her eye and sighed in her heart:

After all, you are too young. The stable life you have now was all bought by Jian He. Jian He will be really sad if he fights outside and doesn't hear a word of concern from his children when he comes home.

Mo Qingwu knew that most of the geniuses in the Dao League were in the same situation as Jian Xi. They were flowers in the greenhouse that had not experienced the baptism of the storm. They had only a lot of talent and no experience of fighting with all their strength. They were probably facing the mysterious and unpredictable situation. Extraordinary people will be killed if they meet in person.

The two fell into silence, walked through the inner courtyard, and arrived at the core area of ​​the Fairy Palace.

Under the sun, a group of female disciples sat cross-legged on the ground, listening quietly to the teachings. Some female disciples were sweating in the ring, honing their Taoism. They do this every day without anyone's supervision. They want to become stronger and become a master. If you want to pursue the pinnacle of immortality, you will cultivate consciously.

Returning to the Peach Blossom Villa, the wooden door of the master bedroom was open. A man in a black sweater was sipping tea and reading a book. His brown eyes were as deep as the universe, making people afraid to look directly.

"Dad Yan!" Mo Qingwu walked over, patted Yan Fan on the back, and introduced with a smile, "This is Jian Xi, Jian He's daughter, a gentle and good girl."

"Xiao Xi, this is Yan Fan. Regardless of his appearance, he is 24 or [-] years old. In fact, he is over a hundred years old at least. His cultivation level... Anyway, he is much stronger than your father."

"Ah?" Jian Xi's head was full of questions.

My father overcame a tribulation and became an immortal a year ago. Is he stronger than his father? Is he also an immortal... She thought a lot for a moment, then hurriedly bent down and said:

"Hello, senior, junior Jian Xi, I heard that you saved my father, I would like to express my deep gratitude."

Yan Fan closed the book, looked at the girl wearing a gauze, and said in a calm tone:

"Your eyes are prettier and more spiritual than Jian He's. Unfortunately, you don't have Jian He's invincible sword heart, so you are destined to be inferior to Jian He."

Sword cultivation focuses on the heart. Kung Fu cultivates the self, swordsmanship cultivates the external self, and faith cultivates the sword heart. The sword and the sword heart are invincible. From the first time he held a sword at the age of three, he firmly believed that he would be the leader of the sword in the future and the best in the world. [-]. Looking at Jian Xi, Jianxin is not as strong as his advisory heart, so he is destined not to go far in the way of swordsmanship.

The atmosphere was awkward, Mo Qingwu glared at Yan Fan:

"Would you like to chat? Our Xiaoxi is only 23 years old and has a mid-level magical power, which is very strong!"

After carefully appreciating Yan Fan's words, Jian Xi nodded:

"What the senior said is absolutely true. My swordsmanship is average and is indeed not one ten thousandth as good as my father's."

"Aunt Mo, I'm going back first. I want to tell the elders what we discussed today as soon as possible."

Jian Xi said goodbye with a smile and left the Fairy Palace.

......

"What are you looking at me for? I said casually, this girl doesn't want to hear it, blame me?" Yan Fan spread his hands.

Mo Qingwu sat angrily at the golden nanmu table and pouted:

"Her relationship with Jianhe is already tense. If you insist on saying this, no one will be happy."

The flowers are falling under the plum tree, and a plum blossom enters the room.

Yan Fan flicked the petals, picked up the tea cup, and said lightly:

"If you want to enlighten someone, you must not rely on talking or reprimanding. That is the stupidest way."

"She has such a bad temper. Just like this vase, it looks useless and breaks when touched." Yan Fan pointed at the blue and white porcelain on the counter, which had cracks on the surface.

"I...wipe it!" Mo Qingwu breathed out, "This is an antique! It's worth more than 5000 million on the outside. You can just talk, why do you do it!"

Yan Fan had a thought and the cracks in the blue and white porcelain healed.

"You make a lot of fuss all day long. Where's the calmness you have when you're in meetings?"

Walking around the counter, Mo Qingwu inspected everything carefully and said, "I'm just pretending to be out of sight and out of mind with those guys, otherwise I'll give them a few slaps."

"You are really... life is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills." Yan Fan smiled and shook his head.

"What else?" Mo Qingwu put down the vase, picked up the teapot carelessly, and took a sip of tea, "I don't care who looks unhappy with me, I beat them for the problem, and afterwards I have to cry for father and mother, and blame the fairy. Palace, complain to my master. I represent the facade of the Fairy Palace. You should endure it or act. Unless one day, I am no longer the master of the palace, then whoever dares to be presumptuous in front of me will cut Qiqi 81 first. knife!"

"Qiqi 49." Yan Fan interrupted.

Mo Qingwu held her head high and retorted arrogantly, "I said 81, just 81!"

Yan Fan rolled his eyes, too lazy to argue with the female man.

After talking a lot, Mo Qingwu stood behind the man and asked curiously:

"Dad Yan, do you like Jian Xi?"

Yan Fan leaned on the chair with a comfortable posture and said casually:

"I can't say I like him, I can't say he hates me. It's just a one-time relationship, no different from a stranger."

"It seems so..." Mo Qingwu sat down, lying on the table, playing with the tea cup with both hands, not looking like a palace master at all, showing her little tiger teeth, "Actually, Jian Xi has a good personality, but he lacks the support of his parents. Love, she didn’t mean to offend you just now, she was just a naive and arrogant girl.”

Go around in a big circle, squat me here... Yan Fan laughed dumbly, stretched out his hand to rub Mo Qingwu's head, and said gently:

"I understand, I'm not angry. Jianhe is Jianhe, and Jianxi is Jianxi. I appreciate and value Jianhe, but I don't necessarily have to like Jianxi. Although I will also love Wujiwu, it depends on the situation."

"You, be less love-minded and more sensible. Love is not the effort of one person, but the effort of two people."

Mo Qingwu became a little obedient, "Do you understand love well?"

"Nonsense, Sister Yue and I have gone through countless ups and downs along the way. Sister Yue can give up everything for me. I can be the enemy of the world, the universe, and all races for Sister Yue." Yan Fan showed a touch of happiness. With a confident smile, he tapped the woman's forehead with his finger, "Listen to my advice, you don't have to deal with Jian Xi and Jian Cheng. If Jian He really loves you and plans to marry you, he will personally convince his children. If he even does this, Even if you can't do it, if you give up on you because of your children's opposition, then what's the point of your efforts?"

"You are a cultivator, not an ordinary person. You follow Dad Yan and have an unlimited lifespan in the future. There are many things. Don't just take them at face value... There is no doubt that you love Jianhe. Jianhe does like you, but he still hesitates. Yu, you have too many worries, you should calm down."

The so-called word awakens the dreamer.

Mo Qingwu frowned a little and asked herself in a low voice:

"Precipitation? Was I too crazy before? Isn't that what it means to love someone?"

"Dad Yan, I have never been in love, don't lie to me."

"Hahaha." Yan Fan smiled lovingly, "Why are you lying to me? Do you think love is a person's sacrifice? Do you think you have to take care of Jianhe's children? Do you think it's love that takes the initiative all the time?"

"Silly girl, time will tell everything. Be patient and let love fly for a while."

Time... Mo Qingwu's brown eyes rippled.

To be honest, Yan Fan didn't want to interfere with Mo Qingwu and Jian He's relationship, but from the perspective of an elder, he couldn't bear to see his "daughter" being so humble and trying to please Jian Xi.

He did not object to Mo Qingwu's initiative. If Mo Qingwu took the initiative ten times and Jianhe didn't even respond once, it would be worth pondering.

Although Yan Fan also shamelessly pursued Su Yue back then, Su Yue kept responding and it was a two-way pursuit.

After a long silence, Mo Qingwu sighed tiredly:

"It's so difficult. If Jianhe had married me, maybe everything would be different."

"Dad Yan, tell me, am I humble?"

Yan Fan pretended to be surprised, "You actually know!"

"You, I..." Mo Qingwu was about to cry but had no tears.

She straightened up, rushed to the closet, moved the hidden compartment, took out a few bottles of fine wine that had been collected by Fairy Palace for more than 100 years, and said sadly:

"Sad, drink with me."

"Drink wool, I want to continue to perfect my skills." Yan Fan picked up the ancient scroll and ignored the woman.

Mo Qingwu bit her red lips, "Huh, if you don't drink, I'll drink it myself!"

......

At night, the Fairy Palace is on high alert as always, and patrol teams can be seen everywhere in the inner courtyard.

Yan Fan was scribbling on a parchment scroll, sometimes shaking his head, sometimes frowning, and sometimes sighing.

[It’s still wrong. The "Book of Beginnings" has a technique that transcends the immortal-level techniques of Quan Tianzun, but it cannot be cultivated to a level beyond the immortal realm. What is missing...]

[The aura and spirit of this world are gradually weakening, and the influence of the end of the past has quietly begun...]

[The spirit of the spiritual world and the spirit of spiritual transformation can speed up my promotion, but there is little hope of reaching Dark Night Extraordinary Nine in two years...]

There were more than 20 empty bottles on the ground, and Mo Qingwu was lying on the table, already drunk.

"Dad Yan, do you think Jianhe loves me?"

In her sleep, she was still muttering that a strong person in the immortal realm was troubled by love.

The night is slightly cold, the night is slightly cool.

Yan Fan snapped his fingers, and a flame ignited in the air, instantly dispelling the coldness in the room and bringing light and warmth.

At this time, Chu Lan, who was slightly fat, wearing a gold hairpin on his head, a jade stone on his neck, and a jade pendant on his waist, came into the other courtyard and stared at Yan Fan with a pair of cold eyes.