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"cousin?"

"It's the son of the uncle of the Chen family, and he's grown up now."

Qing Lingzi turned around, and covered one side of her cheek with the slightly opened spirit fan, "The Chen family has fallen to this point?"

Nalan pursed his lips and did not speak.

"The ancestors of the Chen family have a long-term friendship with our Nalan. As a father, I want to return the "Taiyuan Tongyuanlu" to the Chen family. How does my son feel?"

"Taiyuan Tongyuanlu" is a legal record given by the Chen family as a dowry to Tiandaozong when the two families were married thousands of years ago. Now that the descendants of the Chen family have declined, in such a large family, only a collateral cousin has a spiritual orifice, and the heart of the soul is clear. I can't bear it, so I have this idea.

"Father is kind, I'm afraid the Chen family won't be able to bear it." Nalan frowned, his expression cold.

The Chen family is now an ordinary family, and there is no wealth, how can they protect the Chen family's treasure "Taiyuan Tongyuanlu".

Qing Lingzi also knew that his idea was unrealistic, he frowned, "My son thinks, what should I do?"

"Since the Chen family is already like this, why not give them a gift of glory and wealth?" It also counts as the friendship of the ancestors.

Qing Lingzi nodded and said, "Yes, I will leave this matter to Yuchan."

While the two were talking, a sword letter came from far away and landed on the edge of the green radish in front of the window.The whole body of the sword letter was silvery white, and crackling ice-blue lightning lingered around the sword body, quite like lightning and thunder.

Nalan raised his eyes and looked, "Is it Jianxin from the Discipline Hall?"

Qing Lingzi stretched out his hand out of the window, and the letter of the sword turned into dots of fluorescent light and fell on his fingertips, "Your Master Bikongzi has an important invitation." He thought thoughtfully, "My son is willing to come with me go?"

Nalan was about to refuse immediately, "Master, this disciple still has something to do in this world—"

"Every time you use this as an excuse, it can be seen that you hate him very much." Qing Lingzi sighed, "Although your uncle Bikongzi is a bit strict, he treats you very sincerely."

Nalan stopped talking.

Qing Lingzi said again, "You are about to cross the catastrophe, and you have a few magic tools that are indispensable. Today, your uncle Bikongzi invited some great cultivators from the Fei family to discuss the Dao. You just follow me, don't use your temper."

Nalan always listened to his words, so he pursed his lips and said, "Yes, this disciple listens to Master."

Look, I changed the name again when I was unhappy.

Qing Lingzi shook his head helplessly in his heart, his son didn't know whose temperament he had followed, his temperament was taciturn and indifferent, he kept everything in his heart, as a father, he didn't know what to do.

The sea of ​​clouds changes and the golden light falls.

The two turned into starbursts and fell far towards Liutianmu.The wisteria flower shadows reflect the green radish, the pear blossoms are falling all over the place, and the mist rolls up on the cloud cliff, breaking out several bluestone roads.

Nalan flicked his sleeves and landed on the cliff, the cold wind came and rolled up his long sleeves like flowing clouds.The sky was full of clouds and clouds, and the vast twilight seemed to remain unchanged since ancient times. The soft glow fell on him, as beautiful as an ink painting.

"Liutianmu?" Nalan landed on the ground and saw pear blossoms falling like snow and a sea of ​​fog around him, so he couldn't help being taken aback.

The Discipline Hall and the Yuntian Temple are far away from each other, only a few Fushan iron chain bridges are separated between them, but it is far less close than Liutianmu.

Qing Lingzi looked at him and said with a smile, "You should go to Liutianmu to discuss the Tao."

There are countless waterfalls on Liutianmu, and the palace towers enter the clouds.Nalan followed behind Qing Lingzi, walking through flowers and leaves all the way to the cloud pavilion on the top of the cliff.

Under the ten thousand rays of sunshine, among the peach groves, the green lake is shimmering, and the mist and water are long.Wherever the hem of the clothes passes, the haze is rolled up, and the flowers are all greeted.

The cold air around Yunting is like a fairyland.

In the middle of the pavilion stood a sapphire case, on which were several jugs of sake and two bright lamps.

The aroma of the wine is overflowing and intoxicating.

The candlelight is flickering, dying.

In the cirrus-like white mist, a few figures as graceful as ice can be vaguely seen.The masters sitting cross-legged wore cold-colored Taoist uniforms that rolled down to the ground, their cloud sleeves were slightly rolled up, and their thumbs lightly pressed the sword at their waists.The Taoist uniform is extremely complicated, with black arrow sleeves and vermilion drape, it is extremely cold.

Nalan stood outside the pavilion, with his long eyelashes trembling slightly, he saw a point of the soft and docile clothes falling on the bamboo mat.The corner of this garment is embroidered with gorgeous rose patterns, one can tell at a glance that the embroidery is exquisite and expensive.

To be able to spend such extravagance and waste on Taoist uniforms, only the Fei family can do it in the huge immortal sect.

"Fellow daoists, please stay safe."

Holding the spiritual fan, Qing Lingzi walked towards the sapphire case in the pavilion with the hem of plain clothes gently mopping the floor.The mossy stone steps were covered with green plants, and his long sleeves brushed over little by little, bringing out a few wisps of smoke.

The overhauls in the pavilion nodded one after another, "Good."

This sapphire table was really too long, and the monks sitting on both sides knelt and knelt in front of the table, holding their swords, their expressions as indifferent as the cold fog in the sky.

Bikongzi sat alone on the main seat, with black hair tied back in a crown, and clear and light pupils.He is wearing a crow-feather-colored feather coat, with patterns on the feathers, such as the elegant color of glaze.

Qing Lingzi sat beside him, their clothes overlapped, like shadows of mountains in the distance.

"Brother." He nodded slightly to Bikongzi.

After a few cases, Bikongzi held Qinglingzi's hand, "Why is junior brother's hand so cold?"

Qing Lingzi frowned invisibly, "The coldness of Liutianmu is too strong, which is caused by the collision with the spiritual power in my body." He is practicing the fire-type Taoism.

Bikongzi clenched his hand and lowered his voice, "Is it better now?" He sent his spiritual power over.

Qing Lingzi ignored him.

Nalan knelt aside, raised his cloud sleeves lightly, and saluted the Daxiu, "See you Daxiu." He didn't mention Bikongzi at all.

"This is Lord Qianliu?" A soft voice came from the south side.

Nalan was slightly taken aback, and looked up.

I saw the sea of ​​clouds churning and the clouds gathering.

Under the pear tree, a woman in blue and long sleeves half hugged a pipa and knelt beside the red window.This female fairy has extremely long black hair, laid on her knees, and has a beautiful appearance. Without makeup, she has the beauty of a Wushan goddess.

Fairy's brows and eyes stretched softly, she covered her face with long sleeves and smiled lightly, "I often listened to my disciple's words of admiration when I was in Zifu, Lord Qianliu of Daonalan's family not only has profound cultivation, but also has the appearance of a fairy. See, it really is.”

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When Fei Rong said that he wanted to worship Xie Zhao as his teacher, he was serious. His former master was too soft-hearted, and was stabbed to death by the water demon he saved when he was suppressing the water tribe.Fei Rong didn't even see him for the last time, so he lost half of his father just like that.

He sent Xie Zhao a text message to say hello on time every day, morning, noon and night, and he didn't even miss the time for eating.

In the evening of this day, the two settled another list.

Fei Rong took the thick envelope and hid it in his clothes like a thief, "Master, what do you think we should eat tonight?"

Xie Zhao leaned against the wall and looked at his phone, "It's all fine." He is not picky about food.

"How about going to Ziyun Pavilion? The restaurant was bought by Nalan Heyue last time, and she also said that she raped me every time she saw me." Fei Rong snorted coldly when he said this, "It's obvious that she is lazy in her cultivation. I was punished by Master Qianliu's uncle to go to Yuqing Ping to practice, and I am actually to blame."