Fellow Taoist: Do you have any spiritual stones on you?

The days with my son by my side go by very quickly. In the blink of an eye, three years have passed.

Eight-year-old Qu Wenxian has a tall and straight figure and a heroic spirit.

Even without Qu Yanran by his side, he could still practice step by step.

Every year, his level improves a little. He is neither hurried nor impatient. He shows a maturity and calmness that is far beyond ordinary people, which astonishes Tianyun and others.

It is simply unimaginable to match this kind of mentality at such an age.

Gu Feng was very satisfied with all aspects of Qu Wenxian. The only thing that worried him was that his son's personality was getting closer to him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is my gene really so powerful? Even Qu Yanran can't suppress it?" Every time he sees Qu Wenxian grinning and sneaking over to bring some earth veins to honor him, Gu Feng has to torture himself in his heart: Qu Wenxian Is it his problem that Xian became like this, or is there something wrong with Qu Wenxian himself?

What's even more outrageous is that Qu Wenxian took the initiative to study a shameless fighting method without anyone teaching him...

If it weren't for the Son of Chaos and others coming to pour out the trouble, Gu Feng would still be in the dark.

"Wenxian, you are strong in combat, there is no need to use these unsavory tricks." Whenever Gu Feng said something serious to him, Qu Wenxian would always agree, then turn around and forget all about it.

The main theme is to admit your mistakes, but you just shouldn't.

This made Chu Youhuan and others helpless. They often came to scold Gu Feng, thinking that it was him who caused Qu Wenxian to become like this.

"Oh——, Wen Xian, don't learn from your adoptive father's bad habits. If your biological parents come back one day, they might go crazy."

This is something that the girls have been particularly worried about in recent years.

"My mother will definitely go crazy, but my father won't. Anyway, he is almost the same. At worst, if they get into a fight, it will never embarrass you aunts." Qu Wenxian curled his lips and said.

Ok!

Nangong Mingyue and others were completely convinced. Qu Wenxian's tone of voice was exactly the same as Gu Feng's.

It's obvious that these two people have rarely had contact with each other over the years!

"Let it be your fate..."

The past three years have been peaceful and calm. With Gu Feng, the uncrowned king of the Holy World, everything has disappeared.

The three major families, the six ancient clans, and the Thunder Holy Sect... seemed to have made an appointment. Before Gu Feng and others entered the seventh sacred mountain, they entered the eighth sacred mountain, perfectly avoiding this evil god.

Even the genius of the Holy Clan, who had always been arrogant and did not take the world seriously, seemed to have evaporated without a trace.

Gu Feng was enjoying his leisure time and secretly inquired about Qu Wenxian's news with Qu Wenxian.

Qu Yanran and the monk who practiced the "Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique" fought all the way. Although they crushed each other, they were unable to truly kill him.

All the way from the seventh sacred mountain to the eighth sacred mountain.

"Wen Xian? Do you miss your mother?"

"Think!" Although the mother is strict, she has an unshakable position in her son's heart.

"In a few months, we will go to the Eighth Sacred Mountain!"

"it is good."

Seeing that there were no enemies on the Seventh Sacred Mountain and worried about Qu Yanran's situation, Gu Feng decided to let everyone act separately and finally meet up at the Ninth Sacred Mountain.

He, Qu Wenxian, and a group of people who were practicing faster entered the Eighth Sacred Mountain first.

Even though he had quickened his pace, he still didn't see any trace of the enemies on the Eighth Sacred Mountain.

This made Gu Feng wary.

"Father, I feel the atmosphere of conspiracy." Qu Wenxian frowned slightly.

"Well, this is a smart move by them. They gathered all the troops on the Ninth Sacred Mountain to duel with me." Gu Feng said disapprovingly.

In a short period of time, he had decided that he would enter the Ninth Sacred Mountain alone at that time and carry out the final reckoning with many enemies.

"I'm with father." Qu Wenxian was wise, and with the heart-to-heart connection between father and son, he instantly understood Gu Feng's plan.

"Don't look at me like this. When father and son go into battle, I want to fight together with my father. After all, once my mother calls me back, it will be very difficult to think about it."

"Okay!" Gu Feng nodded. Qu Wenxian's combat power was no exaggeration. Apart from him and Qu Yanran, there was no third person at the same level who could suppress him.

In the past three years, Qu Wenxian has completely refined the treasured armor that Qu Yanran refined for him.

With all his strength, Qu Wenxian can reach a higher level of fighting, and his combat power may not be weaker than that of Gu Feng.

When he thought that father and son would have the opportunity to fight side by side, Gu Feng's mood suddenly rose, and his pride was as high as the sky.

In addition, Qu Yanran was at the Ninth Sacred Mountain, and her family of three joined forces. Even if there were thousands of troops ahead, they would not be afraid.

"Hey, dad, look, there is a little beggar here!"

Following the direction of Qu Wenxian's finger, Chu Youhuan and others also looked over, with surprised expressions on their faces.

There are many monks in the holy world, and I met all kinds of people along the way.

Some were seriously injured and on the verge of death, some were missing arms and legs, some were heartbroken, some were spirited...but this was the first time for the little beggar to see him.

The little beggar looks about four or five years old. He is dirty all over and his clothes are in tatters. Because he was born in the holy world, even if he has not embarked on the path of spiritual practice, he will not be obliterated by the rules of this place!

"Don't look at it, it's probably the descendant of a certain prodigy in the holy world..." Gu Feng shook his head and sighed.

"Let's go, Yaqing!" Chu Youhuan also shook his head. Seeing Ying Yaqing standing there blankly, he gently pushed her shoulder.

"Well, let's go..." Ying Yaqing replied absently.

Everyone quickly found a place to build a dojo.

Not long after, Ying Yaqing found Gu Feng secretly.

"What's the matter? Are you worried?" Gu Feng asked softly. Ying Yaqing's strange and uneasy expression made him feel surprised.

"Gu Feng——, I want to go see the little beggar I just saw!" Ying Yaqing hesitated and whispered.

"What's so good about him?" Gu Feng was even more surprised.

"I think his...aura...aura is somewhat similar to that of my brother!" Ying Yaqing was a little unsure.

Hearing this, Gu Feng was stunned for a moment, "Seriously?"

"Well, I have a vague feeling that maybe I'm wrong..."

"Then go and see—"

Gu Feng took Ying Yaqing to the place just now, but unfortunately the little beggar had already left.

"Fellow Taoist, does he know where the little beggar just now went?"

The monk who was grabbed recognized Gu Feng's identity and did not dare to neglect him: "I don't know, but he often wanders around the Eighth Mountain and has no fixed residence."

"Oh? Where are this child's parents?" Ying Yaqing asked.

"Many years ago, I went to the Ninth Sacred Mountain!"

Hearing this, Gu Feng and Ying Yaqing looked at each other, anger flashing in their eyes.

"What kind of parents are these, who just ignore the child after they have it? How irresponsible!" Gu Feng said angrily.

"It's not that I don't care, it's that I can't control it." The monk sighed.

"Want to hear the details!" Gu Feng clasped his hands in fists.

"Fellow Daoist Gu doesn't know that this child's mother has a great background. She is the daughter of an ancient emperor who was sealed into the current world from an unknown era... The monks in the Eighth Mountain all call her 'Jinghong Fairy'!