Prehistoric: Twin lotuses with parallel stems

A gourd vine took root in the void, the rhythm of Tao permeated the air, and the rules of the Great Dao were hanging down, evolving endless mysteries.

Sitting on the futon and staring eagerly, Long Ji's golden eyes sparkled, the Tao fruit was ripe.

He stretched out his little hand and patted the gourd vine, indicating that it had done a good job. A smile appeared on his little face, and he raised his hand to quietly wipe the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, outside the retreat area not far away, Qingxuan stood behind Qinglian and was combing Qinglian's long hair.

Sensing the changes on Long Ji's side, Qing Xuan took a look and couldn't help but smile. It's done.

Looking away, Qingxuan's hand suddenly stopped, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

The woman sitting in front of him also withdrew her gaze like him. This was not right. The sleeping Qinglian should not be able to sense the actions of Long Ji.

Qinglian turned her head and looked over. Her eyes were still as clear as water, full of intelligence and grace.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her eyes were curved, and she was staring straight at him.

"What's wrong? Bro~bro!"

"!!!"

Qingxuan looked at those eyes and felt quite uneasy.

Finally, Qinglian called him "brother", but he didn't dare to laugh.

Because this was not the result of his deception, Qinglian woke up.

Just like that, without any warning, when the disciple Long Ji was about to attain the state of Hun Yuan, her true spirit revived.

"You're awake. Actually, there's no need to be like this. I will take care of Long Ji's affairs. There won't be any accidents." Qingxuan calmed down, continued to comb Qinglian's hair, and said with a smile.

"My disciple is proving the truth, so it would be unreasonable for me, the master, to be absent. Long Ji is not just your disciple." Qinglian's voice became a little colder. "Besides, I am somewhat interested in fighting with Taoist Yang Mei. Let me do it."

Qingxuan was somewhat helpless. Qinglian was actually a little dissatisfied because he missed the battle with Taoist Shichen.

"By the way, Qingxuan, why don't you survive the thunder tribulation?" Qinglian asked seriously.

"..."

"You said that the path of a cultivator who has not experienced the tribulation of thunder is incomplete? It seems that your path of cultivation is not complete." Qinglian tilted his head slightly, looked at Qingxuan with squinting eyes, waiting for him to open his mouth to quibble.

"The innate sacredness is born and nurtured by the earth. Where the Tao is, there will certainly be no disasters." Qingxuan argued in a low voice.

"Really?"

As he spoke, Qinglian gently reached into the air with one hand, and when he retracted his hand, there was a wicked ruler in his hand.

However, in Qingxuan's opinion, that was not a ruler, but a pug, wagging its tail happily, and its fawning attitude was unbearable to look at. This ruler could not be taken.

Taking the measuring ruler and tapping it, Qinglian's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of her eyes fell on Qingxuan.

The measuring ruler was humming, trying to defend its own innocence while accusing Qingxuan of crimes, emphasizing that it had been deceived and was innocent.

If there is anything wrong, it is all the fault of its master Qingxuan. It is just a spiritual treasure of acquired merit.

This thing still knows who its master is? As his spiritual treasure, it wants to harm its master. It has no sense of responsibility at all. Qing Xuan looks down on it with deep contempt.

As expected, the things Pangu gave were just things that could never be tamed. They didn't even have the slightest awareness of taking the calamity for their master.

The shame of Lingbao!

Qingxuan didn't look around, but just focused on taking care of Qinglian's long hair.

Although Qinglian woke up without any warning, Qingxuan could feel that compared to the Qinglian of the past, her Taoist nature was still as strong, but it was not completely unchanged.

Qinglian's self was obviously a little stronger, although not much, but it was no longer like before, as if there was nothing else outside of the avenue.

Qinglian let Qingxuan comb her long hair. She didn't say anything for a while, and her expression was calm.

The silence did not seem heavy, and the atmosphere was not at all oppressive. It was still as natural and peaceful as ever.

Whether it is Qingxuan or Qinglian, they are so accustomed to it, and it seems that there has never been any change in this regard, whether it is the sleeping Qinglian, in the past or now.

There was no strangeness or abruptness, as if in their eyes, everything was taken for granted.

Having said that, it doesn’t mean nothing really happened.

"Qingxuan, come here, call me sister. I was born before you." Qinglian said with a smile.

It was obvious that Qinglian had no intention of letting Qingxuan off for tricking her into calling her "brother", and it even gave it higher priority than the thunder tribulation.

Having said that, he turned around and raised his hand to pull Qingxuan's face.

"Qinglian, you may not remember, but actually, someone tricked you into calling him Big Brother."

In line with the fine tradition of the ancient times that a fellow Taoist would rather die than let himself die, Qingxuan quickly diverted the conflict and dragged Mou Gu into the water.

He was not lying. Qinglian was asleep and that guy came to coax Qinglian the first time.

Even though Qinglian didn't admit it, that guy still had the audacity to call himself the big brother.

Qinglian just looked at him without saying anything.

At this time, Qingxuan looked around and saw a silver-white color peeking out from a distance, and his eyes brightened slightly.

With a raise of his hand, Qingxuan directly lifted Long Ji up through the air.

Long Ji was originally excited to come and tell his master the good news, but as soon as he arrived, his keen intuition detected something unusual.

Even though there was no direct change on the surface, Long Ji knew that her master had woken up.

The one sitting there now is the master, who is different from the master who would snatch her snacks not long ago.

Especially when she saw Qinglian flicking the small ruler back and forth, and heard Master Qinglian asking Master Qingxuan about the thunder tribulation, she didn't dare to get closer and shrank back.

Now that Qingxuan had directly brought her over, Long Ji looked at Qingxuan with her golden eyes, and then at Qinglian.

"Master, my disciple has achieved perfection."

Long Ji called "Master" obediently, and then reported the good news and took credit for it. Her eyes were clear and bright, and she blinked at Qinglian.

Qinglian raised his hand and touched Long Ji's silver hair, nodded slightly, and then glared at Qingxuan.

Qingxuan put Long Ji down and rubbed her head.

No matter what, Qinglian would definitely not vent his anger on his own disciples. Long Ji arrived at the right time to divert attention.

"Long Ji's matter is important. Think about it carefully, why do I have to endure the thunder tribulation but you don't have to." Qinglian's usual calm voice reached Qingxuan's ears.

Qingxuan opened his mouth but could only sigh.

Qinglian, holding a grudge is not in your nature. You have never held a grudge in the past.

Let’s just let the past be the past.

"You wish for it. I'll wait for your excuses."

The connection between the minds made it easy for Qingxuan to understand what he was thinking.

Qinglian responded in his heart while investigating Long Ji's practice.

Facing Long Ji who turned back quietly, Qing Xuan shook his head, indicating that she didn't need to worry.

Qinglian was not that angry, he could sense Qinglian's emotional fluctuations.

Her mood was very calm, but a little different from the calmness she had before.

What remains unchanged is this sense of peace of mind.

Well, how can Qinglian explain this matter?