Liu Qinghuan was stunned, watching the shadow go away step by step, and also took away some of his attachments.

Between men and women, it has never been a matter of mutual affection, and from then on there will be peace and joy. What we have experienced includes countless helplessness, forced compromises, worries about the future, and unavoidable responsibilities.

And his responsibility may have been doomed from the moment Sangmu chose him.

The years go by, and one day he will be relieved.

Or, one day they will meet again.

He told himself, turning and walking back to his lodgings.

He had already done his part of the reinforcement of the Howling Wind Continent, and as for the alliance's decision, he was not ready to participate more.

Now his cultivation has been forcibly poured into the late stage of Jindan by Sansang Mu, but his state of mind has not yet arrived, so the premonition of getting married is delayed.

Mingyangzi asked him to go back to the sect to retreat, not to let him cultivate, because his cultivation had reached the point where he could no longer improve, so it was actually to protect his safety.

Sansang Mu appeared before the world, and it is difficult to guarantee that this matter will not be noticed by people with intentions. After all, there were many people that day, and most of the Yuanying monks on the other side of the Yin Moon Blood Realm also took advantage of the chaos to escape.

If the fact that he is pregnant with a divine tree is exposed, I am afraid that it will cause a big shock in the entire interface, and the people of the other world will send a large number of people to fight for it, and on their own side, it is difficult to guarantee that there are no people with negative intentions.

Therefore, since he walked out of the Wuyuqiu ore vein, he has been turning on the mask that Penghua Zhenjun gave him back then, and hiding his true cultivation that has skyrocketed to the point of doubt.

From the early stage of Jindan to the Great Perfection of Jindan, if you don't count the more than two hundred years that he spent in the thousands of years of departure, it seems to the outside world that he only took less than a hundred years, which is really shocking.

But Liu Qinghuan didn't want to go back to the sect to retreat, because now that he had reached his cultivation, he had not yet reached his state of mind, and the retreat had little effect on refining his state of mind.

The state of mind, or an epiphany, or thirty or fifty years of stagnation, or a lifetime of hardship, is really indescribable.

Liu Qinghuan thought about it, and after Mingyangzi's consent, he decided to go to Eagle's Nest City. It just so happens that there is a group of people on this side of Qianye Mountain who want to rotate with the people on duty over there, and he will not be eye-catching if he mixes in with it.

Eagle's Nest, a place where you can know all the news on the front line in real time, but you haven't been involved in the war for a while.

In the next few days, he took care of the things in his hands one by one, and then drank the tea that Di Rou offered.

The ceremony was very simple, no outsiders were invited, in addition to Ming Yangzi, there were also poisonous ladies and Yan Jing.

After the two met, they sat on both sides and looked extremely polite, as if they were two strangers.

The poisonous lady and Mu Yinyin are sisters who have worshipped, so they are very dissatisfied with him, if it weren't for the gift of beloved daughter's apprenticeship today, she might not want to see him.

Yan Jing finally found time to go back soon. It was about the father and daughter who recognized each other, and the lonely cold aura in his body had decreased a lot, and he looked at his daughter fondly.

Liu Qinghuan put the teacup he had taken a sip on the table, took out a jade box, and handed it to Di Rou who was kneeling in front of him: "You are the first disciple I accepted, and you may be the only one." Your practice is the art of the Wu Clan, and I have never dabbled in this way, so I can't give you guidance, and I am often absent on weekdays, and I can't give you much care. But since you sincerely want to worship me as a teacher, I also feel that we have a master-apprentice relationship, and I have received your apprenticeship today. In this box is a defensive magic weapon, which is used for self-defense given by the teacher. ”

Di Rou held the box and bowed down again respectfully: "Thank you, Master." If Master hadn't healed me that day, I might have turned into a cup of loess today. It is because of the five feelings that Dirou has always remembered, and in this life he does not dare to forget the kindness of the master, and only hopes to serve the master all the time. ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled happily: "Get up, go and officially worship your ancestor." ”

Mingyoko sat on the other side, watching all this with a smile.

After a simple apprenticeship ceremony, Liu Qinghuan lingered in Yantang Fort for a few more days, and then followed the team of monks on duty to the Eagle's Nest City through the teleportation array.

Over the years, the Eagle's Nest has doubled in size. There are many mountain peaks in the city, and you can see pavilions and palaces everywhere. To the southeast is a large flat area with a large number of shops and wide streets, but not as many people as before.

Now that most of the people in the entire Yunmengze Continent have gathered in the Eastern Wasteland, the Eagle's Nest City, which used to be bustling with activity, has also become much quieter, and the monks flying between the peaks seem to be in a hurry.

As soon as one of the monks accompanying the team came out of the teleportation array, he took a big breath and said loudly, "I finally came out of that ghost place in Qianye Mountain!"

His words immediately echoed: "Yes, we are lucky not to die there." ”

"Ha, it's also the turn of the guys who have been guarding this big rear to taste our experience, and when I think of Thousand Pages Mountain now, I feel the smell of blood in my nose. ”

Everyone sighed a lot, looking at the peaceful Eagle's Nest City, they all felt like they were separated from the world.

Liu Qinghuan did not come here with his real identity this time, but turned into a middle-aged man with an honest face, standing silently behind the crowd.

The leader was a Jindan monk from a small sect, and said, "Let's go and hand over first, don't forget that we are not here to hang out, everyone has a task on them." ”

As he spoke, he discerned the next direction: "Come with me to those who go to the city guard." ”

More than a dozen people stood up behind him and followed the man to the outskirts of Eagle's Nest City.

After a while, the crowd dispersed, and soon, silence returned in front of the teleportation circle hall.

Liu Qinghuan was sure that there was no one behind him, so he fell halfway up a mountain peak, turned to a forest and came out again, his face changed again, he was medium-sized, with mediocre facial features, and he was wearing an inconspicuous cyan gown.

Because of his hidden identity, he naturally couldn't go to the Wen Shi faction's station in the city, but walked through the spacious streets while thinking about what to do next.

Since he did not intend to retreat, but to sharpen his state of mind, he was not prepared to live in isolation. It's just that he suddenly didn't have to fight with the cultivators of the other world, and he couldn't cultivate, which made him feel quite confused for a while, and he couldn't find a direction.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, it seemed that his life was really hard and boring, except for cultivation and fighting, he didn't know what to do.

As he walked away absentmindedly, a quarrel interrupted his thoughts.

Before he knew it, he had come to a small street, the ground was paved with bluestone paved, and on either side were low-rise shops, the eaves of which protruded to make the street appear narrower.

A crowd of people gathered around the front blocked most of the street, and fierce arguments came from inside the store.

Liu Qinghuan walked over slowly, looked up and saw the words "Qingfeng Teahouse" hanging on the lintel, but the storefront was a storefront, the area was not small, and there were eight or nine ordinary wooden tables in the hall, barely separating the entrance and the tea room with curtains.

In the middle of the gate, a broken wooden sign was thrown there, with two words on it: For sale.

A short man with "thief's eyebrows" written on his face was shouting, "...... I'm ready for the spirit stones, you don't want to sell them now, that's not how business works!"

The two men in Chu clothes behind him echoed: "If you want to sell this teahouse, you said it yourself, and the price is also opened by yourself, and now you refuse to sell it, isn't it a deception?"

"If you want me to say, it's good if someone wants this place, if it's not for my brother's kindness, who would be willing to buy it!"

Liu Qinghuan was idle, so he simply stood still, ready to listen to the lawsuit.

The young man on the fifth floor of Qi cultivation on the opposite side blushed and shouted: "My teahouse is priced at 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones, and you are only willing to take out 20 yuan, you just want to buy and sell by force, who is the deception!

The onlookers were probably all nearby merchants, gathered together to whisper and point and point.

The short man smiled, glanced around indifferently, and said with a hint of cruelty on his face: "Jiang Nianen, don't forget that we are from the White Tiger Hall! You'd better take this bag of spirit stones, if you still want to die! You are still your dead old lady, and now there is no one to support you!"

The words of the three crackled past, but they were nothing more than insults.

The young man's chest heaved violently, visibly suppressing his anger. He stood there with a gloomy expression, clenching his fists tightly, but not saying a word, but slowly calmed down, allowing the three to scream.

Liu Qinghuan nodded secretly: There are not many injustices in this world, if you can't do it, you can only endure it.

He didn't know how powerful the White Tiger Hall was, but this young man was obviously powerless and powerless, and it was impossible to fight against it, and there were only two paths in front of him, the fish would die or swallow his anger.

Although the fish is dead and the net is broken, it may cause even greater trouble. Swallow your anger and talk about it again in the future, it may not be impossible to avenge today's humiliation.

Liu Qinghuan just glanced at it, and saw that this young man's spiritual root qualifications were quite good, and now it seemed that his heart was also quite tenacious, much better than the three crooked melons and inferior dates opposite. In time, its future is bright, and it would be a pity to fold on these dirty methods.

Some of the onlookers were angry, some were afraid, and some were indifferent, but none of them stood up.

Liu Qinghuan looked around and retracted his gaze lightly. Naturally, he was not ready to stand up and raise his arms and shout for justice, first, there were too many such facts, and he was not a saint, so he couldn't control it. The second is that everyone has their own life, he blocked this young man today, and if he encounters similar things in the future, can he still follow him all the time?

The joys and sorrows of life have to be experienced by oneself before they can be understood. And it looks like they shouldn't be able to fight, it doesn't involve life and death, if he meddles, he's nosy.

The young man finally raised his head, his gaze slid over the three people opposite him one by one, as if he wanted to engrave their appearance in his heart, and stretched out his hand: "Okay, this teahouse is yours, give me the spirit stone." ”

The short man was stunned by this gaze, and then took a step forward in annoyance, threw the storage bag in his hand to the person behind him, maliciously took out a spirit stone, and said, "What, you are not convinced? Because of your disrespectful attitude, I decided to retract my previous words." ”

He threw the spirit stone in his hand at the young man, and smiled proudly: "Take it and get out!"

Liu Qinghuan shook his head, it's not good to get close to an inch.

The young man really couldn't bear it anymore, a spirit sword appeared on the ground in his hand, and he said hatefully: "Zheng Shiren, don't deceive people too much!"

There was an uproar, and the onlookers reacted quickly and retreated, and the three of them also took out their magic weapons, and their momentum instantly became tense!

The short man shouted: "Jiang Nianen, do you still think that in the past, there was your short-lived old lady in the early stage of foundation building behind you? Come on, provoke me White Tiger Hall, so that you can't get out of Eagle's Nest City!"

Liu Qinghuan grabbed the person next to him and asked, "Eagle's Nest City allows private fighting?"

The person who was held by him shook off his hand unhappily, looked at him warily, and said, "Of course not." But now that the defense is empty, this horn can't be managed at all, and by the time the monks who patrol the city arrive, the fight will have already been over. ”

Liu Qinghuan frowned, and heard that the short man was still shouting: "When your old lady Wu Yingbao was alive, she didn't dare to mess with our White Tiger Hall, how old are you!"

Liu Qinghuan let out a "huh", and the young man had already yelled: "Don't let you scum mention my mother!" and then the sword rushed forward.

The three of them were also fierce, the short man was wielding a short dagger with a poisonous blue light, while the other two released a fireball spell and a string of water arrows.

Liu Qinghuan sighed, it seems that if you don't want to take care of it today, you have to take care of it. However, it had been a long time since he had seen the fighting methods of a low-level monk, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he looked at these simple spells, and with a wave of his hand, all the people on both sides fell out in reverse, and even the onlookers staggered.

This change caught everyone by surprise, and they all looked around in a panic, and the short man immediately jumped out and scolded: "Which turtle grandson is plotting against your grandfather!"

Their eyes quickly focused on Liu Qinghuan, because he was the only one standing steadily.

Liu Qinghuan stepped forward, waved his sleeves again, and slapped the three people who got up again, and said coldly: "Noise!"

In an instant, a trace of awe-inspiring momentum swept away from him, but this time it was different from the previous one who just fell out, how could the three of them withstand it, and fainted as if they had been hit hard.

He walked up to the young man and said condescendingly, "Your name." ”

The young man's eyes were full of surprise and fear, and he said in a trembling voice: "Hui, back to the seniors, I, my name is Jiang Nianen." ”

"What's your mother's name, you...... What is the name of my maternal grandfather. ”

Jiang Nianen was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect Liu Qinghuan to ask such a strange question, and replied: "My mother's name is Wu Yingbao, and my grandfather's name is Wu Tianyong." ”

Liu Qinghuan sighed, it seems that he really heard it right, this young man is really the child of Wu Niuniu who he saved with the Continuation Pill back then.

He has a deep relationship with the Wu family, and three generations have been met by him.

Jiang Nianen had already gotten up from the ground and asked cautiously, "Senior, who are you?"