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"Retire?" Cun Xin was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Retire, rest, I, Ao Cun Xin, don't want him anymore."

After thousands of years of entanglement, she was tired and tired. She had missed a lot for this love affair, and in the end all her thoughts were wasted.

"It's good if you can think about it." Jiang Yan took a sip of the fairy tea comfortably, and she didn't look like she had just made a fuss in Lingxiao Palace.

"Senior's kindness is deeply in my heart." She straightened her back, and regained a bit of the proud look of a dragon princess in her eyes.

"I have a predestined relationship with your child. She already has her own consciousness in the mother's womb and feels sorry for you. Let this be my meeting gift for her!"

"Already conscious?" She was pleasantly surprised and distressed, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined in Cun Xin's heart, "This child is so talented, but it's me, the mother, who hurt her."

"She won't blame you. You just need to stay here and take care of yourself. You don't have to worry about anything. Everything is up to me."

"Thank you senior..."

"There is a small building in the middle of the lake in the back, which is quite comfortable, so let's stay there!" Jiang Yan smiled slightly, "You should be tired too, go and have a good sleep."

Cun Xin would not refuse Jiang Yan's kindness, and thanked her again.

The small building in the center of the lake is an exquisite and exquisite crystal palace floating on the lake. The pink shell bed and the light blue silk gauze make Cun Xin seem to have returned to the time when he was carefree in the West Sea Dragon Palace. He was still a little uneasy. Slowly settled down, and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the small building, lotus flowers all over the lake, either pink or white, are pleasant and graceful. If you look closely, you can find wisps of spiritual energy swaying from the center of the flower, pouring into the small building with the breeze.

"You care too much about her." At some point, a beautiful and beautiful woman sat beside Jiang Yan.

"It's just a share of karma, and besides, her child and I are really close mentors and apprentices. It's just a matter of lifting a finger to protect one."

"That's right, there are rumors now that the Flower Goddess is so majestic, and the Eastern Emperor Bell is in her hand. Could it be that Eastern Emperor Taiyi is reincarnated?" The woman joked.

"It's because I underestimated how boring those gods in heaven are." Jiang Yan helped his forehead helplessly.

"Don't tell me, even the Queen Mother of the Jade Emperor had such thoughts, and even sent someone to ask Master for help. Master's face at that time was as wonderful as looking at a silly roe deer." As one of the four disciples of Tongtian Sage, The Madonna of Wudang recounted the reactions of fellow disciples who were present at that time, and she was overjoyed.

"It's really a silly roe deer, spreading rumors to the three worlds, and I'm not afraid that there will be monsters who come to rebel against me."

Wudang the Holy Mother remembered that the god of her friend was hand-picked by the saint Nuwa, and the saint was born in the demon clan, so there is really such a possibility.

"However, during the time when the Dharma traveled to the east, fighting against the Buddha eliminated many monster clans along the way, and the rest except for the mounts of the disciples of each family were useless. My senior brother who intercepted the teaching will be optimistic and won't cause you any trouble Yes, don't worry."

"It's okay, I'm not a real monster, I won't be polite to anyone who really bothers me."

The Holy Mother of Wudang thought of her crushing attitude in fighting with her fellow disciples every time she came to Biyou Palace to give a sermon, um... Senior Brother Duobao has a psychological shadow, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of her eyes. I was just worried.

"Hey, I happened to be in seclusion when the Dharma was traveling eastward. Tell me what happened. Why do I not seem to be happy with my destiny?" Jiang Yan blinked curiously.

"If you hadn't messed up the number of days when you enshrined the gods, at that time, the disciples of my three religions would be sent to the west, including my big brother Duobao and a few of the twelve golden immortals of Chanjiao. Without them now, Buddhism It's just an empty shell, even if all parties cooperate to let the two saints of Zhunti go around for a while, this happiness is just as good as that of the Taoist school." The Holy Mother of Wudang explained after hearing the sigh of the master.

"Wouldn't those two saints hate me to the core?" Jiang Yan's tone was relaxed, and she didn't look worried.

"You know it well, don't you?" The Holy Mother of Wudang curled her lips. The master and the two masters personally covered up the secret. What about the Western sages who stand on their own.

"Can't you coax me?" Jiang Yan glanced over with a 'sorrowful' look.

"Master said, we disciples are still children, and children won't coax you." Our Lady of Wudang shook her head.

"..." At the age of Master Tongtian, his disciples are indeed still children to him, Jiang Yan's eyes flashed a sly look, "If you say that, what about me, I am only a thousand years old, I can be regarded as a baby baby?"

The Madonna of Wudang's eyes widened, did her friend's face grow thicker?

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