In the cold cave, Yang Chan was wearing white clothes and plain clothes, sitting quietly, like a stone statue, with her eyes dimly without a trace of magic.

"Nezha, will you help?"

There is no wind in the cave, and there is nothing here except the flowing magic circle. Everything, even time, seems to be still.

Dip the cold tea from the cup with your fingertips and slap it on the smooth stone table.

The tea stain slowly fainted.

"Yes, or no?" She tilted her head and thought for a long time, but she didn't think of it.

The whole six hundred years of time left no trace on her, but everything in her memory had gradually faded away.

The whole world became hazy, with only simple waiting. And whether this waiting is meaningful, at this moment, I am afraid that even she herself can no longer explain clearly.

After a long time, she pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

"Even if Nezha is willing to help, will he come?"

More than six hundred years ago, tears that had already dried up had passed through my eyes at this time.

"Why...why do you have to wait until I have someone to urge you? Can't you take the initiative?"

She covered her lips and smiled, tears falling downwards, dripping onto the cold stone table.

The only warmth in my heart has passed away bit by bit.

...

Step by step, Qingxin reached out to touch the hairpin. Nezha was standing beside him and quickly opened his mouth to stop him. At this moment, Qingxin's hand stopped in the air, and his gaze slowly floated towards Nezha.

With just one look, Nezha was shocked. He quickly closed his mouth and looked around, pretending to be nothing. Perhaps because of guilt, cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Qingxin smiled brightly and sighed softly: "This hairpin looks like a top-quality product. It's been a while, but the style is pretty good. Whose one?"

Nezha didn't speak, but his foot moved to the side unconsciously.

Qingxin took the hairpin in front of her eyes and took a closer look, then put it in front of the little Chenxiang who was held by her with one hand and shook it. He said with a smile: "Chenxiang, tell my sister. Where did this hairpin come from? Is it your mother's?"

Chenxiang shook her head, and her eyes looked carefully at her father who was huddled in the corner. At a young age, he seemed to have realized that something was wrong.

Liu Yanchang's eyes flashed.

Following Chenxiang's gaze, Qingxin also looked at Liu Yanchang.

Qingxin's eyes when she looked at Chenxiang were full of pity, but in the short process of deflecting her eyes, her eyes suddenly added a bit of sharp smell.

When Liu Yanchang looked at Nezha, he looked at Nezha. Seeing that Nezha was already looking out of sight, he had to wave his hand and whisper: "Say it's okay, Chenxiang tells his sister."

The big eyes turned around for a few moments. Chenxiang whispered: "It's... it was given to his father by the gods in Huashan."

"Oh? The god in Huashan?" Looking at Nezha who had already blushed, Qingxin asked meaningfully: "What's the name of that god...?"

"Carang Xiang doesn't know."

"Do your dad know?"

Chenxiang did not answer, but just lowered her head and rubbed her hands, and looked up from time to time, looking at Qingxin pitifully.

Qingxin stopped smiling, stretched her waist, and put down the agarwood.

As soon as he released, Chenxiang rushed towards Liu Yanchang, rushed into Liu Yanchang's arms, turned his head, and he opened his big eyes, his eyes kept going back and forth between Qingxin and Nezha.

Nezha still stood still, blushing and at a loss.

Qingxin picked up his hands and turned around in this small earthen house twice, and said leisurely: "He said, or did you say?"

When Nezha asked, he suddenly became angry and shouted: "This matter has nothing to do with you. What do you care about? There must be a limit for being arrogant!"

Qingxin rolled her eyes on the spot, turned around and pointed at Liu Yanchang and said, "You said, I guarantee you are fine."

"you!"

"If you don't say it, I'll let him say it, what's wrong?" Qingxin said leisurely: "What did you want to do just now? Touch his memory? Just rely on your ability to move his memory, it is inevitable that there will be a confusion, at the least it will become a fool, and at the worst it will be a life of death. Then, there will be an old mother who is ill in bed and a five-year-old child... Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk t

Nezha's fire-sharp gun was slammed hard and glared at Qingxin.

The chest was already so angry that it was fluctuating heavily.

After looking at Nezha for a while, Qingxin asked expressionlessly: "Do you think I'm wrong with doing this?"

"Do you think it's right?"

"I don't know if it's right. Since I can't figure it out, why don't we go to Lingxiao Palace to discuss it?"

Hearing this, Nezha suddenly widened his eyes, and the hand holding the fire-sharp gun was already clenched.

Burning in anger.

But, even if he is angry, what can he do? It is obvious that he is hurting his feet. Will it really be known to everyone?

After looking at each other for a while, Nezha had no choice but to avoid Qingxin's gaze and said, "It was Sister Yang Chan who asked him to find me and ask me to do something, but I didn't agree. Just such a thing, is it necessary to promote it? If the trouble starts, I don't care about it. Anyway, I didn't agree. Second brother is just a little trouble. He has no grudges with you, why bother?"

Qingxin asked with a smile: "Then, what exactly are you doing?"

"It's no big deal."

"It's no big deal, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing to say, what's the point of asking?"

Turning his face, Qingxin pointed at Liu Yanchang and said, "He won't say it, you say it."

"Okay! I said, okay?" Before Liu Yanchang could speak, Nezha snatched the snatch, "Just... I just asked me to take him to learn from his master, saying that he had learned it, and came back to save Sister Yang Chan... Hey, what's the matter? With his broken qualifications, he still wants to save Sister Yang Chan? What a joke. Alas. Sister Yang Chan must have been in that dark place for too long. She is already a little confused. When I visit her another day, I will persuade her again."

After saying that, Nezha spread his hands and pretended to walk out with a fire-tip gun, but saw Qingxin standing motionless, staring at him, with the original smile on his face.

After stopping, Nezha smiled unnaturally and said, "What's wrong? It's hard... Do you really think he can save Sister Yang Chan?"

Qingxin asked word by word: "Who should I worship as my teacher?"

"This... is there a difference between whom you worship? Just because of his lack of qualifications? Do you really think that your second brother is vegetarian?"

"I ask you, who will you be your teacher?"

"This is not a question of who to worship as a teacher at all, right? This matter is simply not feasible! If you really take him to worship a teacher, not only will it not be saved by Sister Yang Chan, but it may also provoke the second brother, and it is not easy for His Majesty to explain. What are we doing when you say this thankless thing? Besides..."

Nezha said whisperingly, and the reasons came out one after another, talking about him.

The father and son hugged in the corner and listened quietly, Qingxin's expression became colder and colder.

Before Nezha finished speaking, Qingxin turned around and pointed at Liu Yanchang.

"explain!"

With this finger, Liu Yanchang, who was unconscious, was shocked and blurted out: "The Monkey King... Sun Wukong."

For a moment, the whole scene froze.

Qingxin stood quietly, expressionless. Nezha bit his lips, frowned, and stared at Liu Yanchang with anger. Liu Yanchang swallowed dryly, shrank inward, and reached out to protect the agarwood.

And the agarwood still looked confused.

After a long time, Qingxin slowly lowered her hand and smiled faintly: "So that's it."

"What do you want to do?"

"Nothing." Qingxin took a deep breath and sighed: "I think this idea is quite good, so let him take my senior brother as his teacher."

"Can he learn? This...this is simply ridiculous!"

"If he can't learn, let his son go. I like Chenxiang very much."

"Not even this kid can do it! It's impossible!"

Qingxin took a step forward and reached out to hug the agarwood. Nezha quickly blocked her with one arrow.

The two looked at each other.

After a long time, Nezha whispered: "Sister Yang Chan is not asking him to become a disciple at all. Even I can see that she wanted the monkey to express her opinion in disguise. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is the same as the wedding invitation back then. She wanted the monkey to pick her up, but she refused to say it out."

Qingxin still looked at Nezha with expressionless face.

"Do you understand what I mean?" Nezha stretched out his hand and gestured, and said anxiously: "We'd better not mix this matter. If Sister Yang Chan can come out, why would the second brother still sleep with her? That's his real sister! It's for her to sleep with her, for her good! If you get entangled with that monkey, you'll be crushed to pieces at any time!"

"What if I had to do this?"

"Then I will report it! Let Your Majesty interfere in this matter!"

Qingxin pushed Nezha away sideways, reached out and took the agarwood away from Liu Yanchang's arms, grabbed the hairpin placed on the table and turned around and walked out.

"Stop!"

With a shout, Qingxin stopped.

"Don't think I dare not report the report! Anyway, I didn't get involved in this matter. Your Majesty would definitely not dare to do anything to my second brother, let alone how to do anything to Sister Yang Chan! If it's a big deal, it's just a mess in Lingxiao Palace!"

Qingxin used the hairpin on his hand to scrape the little nose of the agarwood and chuckled softly: "Chenxiang, sister takes you to another place to practice immortality and become a god, okay?"

Chenxiang looked at Qingxin with her eyes and said, "Do you want to... leave here?"

"Of course I want it, how can I cultivate immortals in this place?"

"Can Chenxiang still come back to see her father and grandma?"

"Of course, I can learn it. Whenever I want, I will come back. Gods can fly to the sky, do you understand?" As he said that, Qingxin held the hand of the hairpin and made a flying gesture.

Chenxiang nodded carefully.

"Then... Chenxiang wants to say goodbye to his father and grandma..."

"Go." Qingxin bowed and put down the agarwood.

"Your Majesty, I have my own explanation, you don't have to worry about it." When I looked up at Nezha again, Qingxin's expression changed, and he said word by word to Nezha: "Since the Three Holy Mother wants him to pick him up, then I will definitely let him pick him up in person." (To be continued...)

ps:, the distance is 3,000, come on!
Chapter completed!