Xi Mutong didn't travel for a long time, and returned to Jiluo Mountain in a few days.

When she returned this time, her brows that had been locked deeply were slightly stretched, Shui Ling'er saw it in her eyes, knowing that she had rescued Jiang Nanjun, and she may have eyebrows, although she didn't dare to ask more, a high heart was temporarily down.

After returning, Xi Mutong no longer locked himself in the return hall from time to time. She began to frequent, and often talked to him all night.

The incident of the pear cream bottle reminded her that this child is becoming more and more mature in his mind, and is in a critical period of growth, and he needs the guidance and care of his elders very much. This responsibility should have been borne by Zhuyue, but he left early and threw this upbringing responsibility to himself, and every time she thought about it, her heart was still dripping blood.

And since Shui Ling'er passed the trick of suspense, the days of bamboo slugs all over the mountains have been sad. Every day when he goes into the mountains, he must gather them together, burrow into their brains one by one, and read their hearts. So the time didn't last long, and the poor bamboo slugs were with him, and there were no secrets, what this crush was in love with, which one was crushed, and which insect went to the Bowl Immortal's Broken Incense Pavilion to steal it, and which one gnawed the precious collection of Yan Xian, all of which he knew clearly.

At first, the slug was still happily playing with him, but later, they couldn't resist it anymore, and as soon as they saw him, they fled en masse.

After a long time, he also felt bored, so he let go of the slug. However, after such practice, his five-layer Zen skills have been practiced with ease. So, he planned to start the cultivation of the sixth layer of Yaohai Jue, but since he had already high-fived his master and aunt three times, and promised to practice the Jiaoqiu sword technique first, he had to be patient first and continue to ponder the rusty sword.

That night, Xi Mutong went to the Floating Life Hall to have a long talk with Shui Ling'er.

The two talked about the topic of "one realm connected", and Shui Ling'er asked: "Auntie, does this \-realm\- refer to the heart realm?" If it does, is it what my aunt thinks in her heart, and Ling'er can know it? ”

Xi Mutong couldn't help but laugh at him, and said with a smile: "Auntie, this is also regarded as a bamboo slug by you." ”

Shui Ling'er hurriedly waved her hand again and again, "Don't dare, Ling'er is guilty!" Then he grinned and said, "What does this \-one-realm\ refer to, please give me advice from my aunt!" ”

Xi Mutong retracted his smile and said indifferently: "\-One Realm\-, refers to the human world." One realm is connected, which means that one day, we will jointly pass through the Guò Flying Fire Streamer Wall, establish a vortex star universe on top of the Nine Palaces Vortex Astrolabe, and connect the four seas and five mountains with an enchantment to prevent the human world from being harmed by the war from the other five realms. ”

"Ah......" Shui Ling'er listened straightly, and said in amazement: "Such a big responsibility, aunt...... Rest assured to hand it over to Ling'er? ”

Xi Mutong said: "Whether it is delivered or not depends on your Zen Gong cultivation process." I hope that if such a day comes, you can share your worries for your aunt. ”

After chatting with Shui Ling'er and comforting him to sleep, Xi Mutong left the Floating Life Hall and walked to the top of Mingzhu Peak.

She came to the glazed dazzling waterfall pouring down from the True Dragon Peak, her sleeves flicked, and the flying fire appeared brightly.

The picture is constantly changing, and each one presents the scene of the world. Suddenly, she saw a lovely little girl of about four or five years old, running in a golden wheat field, laughing happily as she ran, all the way to a cluster of small purple flowers growing at the edge of the wheat field. So she pointed her finger and fixed the picture on the little girl.

"Lotus girl, don't run so fast, wait for my mother!"

Behind the little girl named Liannu, there was another call, and a handsome woman in her twenties was following closely, for fear that she would fall.

The lotus girl ran to the purple flower, smiled and stretched out her little hand, picked the flower, held it in her hand like a baby, blew it with her small mouth, and then turned around and shook it happily to the woman, "Mother, Huahua!" Huahua, mother! ”

The woman chased after her, took her into her arms, and said with a smile: "The flowers picked by the lotus girl are so beautiful, can the mother put them on the lotus girl's head?" ”

But the lotus girl shook her head, "Don't, don't, don't!" ”

The mother was a little surprised and asked her, "Didn't you pick the flowers to put them on your head?" ”

The lotus girl put her little face on the woman's face, and kept rubbing it around, "The lotus girl wants to give the flowers to her mother, and the mother will be more beautiful when she wears the flowers!" ”

When the woman heard this, her face was full of happiness, and she hugged the lotus girl and kissed her non-stop, only to itch so much that she couldn't stop giggling. (To be continued.) )