Reach out and brush away the veil.

Take off the hat on your head.

The red-haired Master Jin Dan showed his true face.

Shouted: "Daddy!"

The steps stopped, and the tall figure stepped out of the shadow of the alchemy furnace and appeared in the light and dust. The black top corner and the red hair tied up wantonly shone in the light, until the familiar face reappeared.

Black robe, long red hair the same as hers.

Tushan Jinghong was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He ran two steps quickly.

Before she could reach a place far away from Tushan Jun's husband, she suddenly stopped.

"father."

"You're still alive." Tu Shan Jinghong didn't come closer because she was afraid. She was afraid that everything in front of her was just a fantasy she had imagined, and she was even more afraid that her approach would destroy the scene in front of her.

Tu Shanjun didn't know how to answer for a while. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. In short, there shouldn't be much difference between being neither a human nor a ghost.

He's still alive for now.

Then he said: "Still alive."

"Just stay alive."

After chewing it softly and murmuring twice, Tushan Jinghong's eyes lit up and he repeated: "Just stay alive!"

As long as you're alive, that's fine.

The worries and insecurities lingering in Tushan Jinghong's heart disappeared. All fears and hesitations were put down, and all doubts disappeared.

Tushan Jinghong knew that the person in front of him was his father.

That upright man,

Still alive!

Tushan Jinghong took two steps back and looked at Tushanjun.

Tu Shanjun also looked at Jinghong.

The child has grown up.

I vaguely remember that Jinghong still looked childish at that time, but now he has long red hair.

His eyes were full of pride. In just over ten years, he had been able to reach the golden elixir. His aura was powerful and powerful, which was indeed far beyond Tu Shanjun's expectations. After all, no matter how powerful a genius was, he would have to face disaster.

Jinghong was able to survive the disaster even though his family was destroyed and everyone was dead. This kind of character was enough to reassure Tushanjun.

Tushan burst into tears and laughed.

All the unfamiliarity disappeared.

Of course it's unfamiliar.

After all, we haven’t seen each other for more than ten years.

No matter how familiar relatives are, there will be times when they are unfamiliar, but the separation of life and death dilutes it too much.

Tushan Jinghong once thought his father was dead.

It's not that she doesn't want to go back to Daheishan, but there's no point in going back. For monks, they have to either ascend the great road, or be reincarnated and cultivate again, or in the end, their souls will be scattered and their bodies will die.

Therefore, even if he knew that there were his father's bones in Daheishan, Tushan Jinghong was not in a hurry to return to worship and collect them.

Maybe the world thinks she is unfilial.

But she understood that her own strength was not enough to support her leaving Wanfa Sect.

Needless to say, being filial while alive is better than thousands of pounds of ashes after death.

"father."

"You're back."

Tu Shan Jinghong was about to kneel down when a force of magic lifted her up and straightened her back.

Tushan Jinghong wanted to give a good gift, but she couldn't resist the True Lord Yuanying. Soon, she heard Tushanjun's chuckle: "What's the point of kneeling down?"

Looking at Tu Shan Jinghong with tears in his eyes, Tu Shanjun laughed.

"Father and daughter recognize each other."

"Isn't it better to hug your head and cry?"

Jinghong shook his head and said: "Isn't it nice to hug my head and cry!"

"Then there is no need to cry bitterly."

…

A pinch of the secret.

The twenty-eight constellations formation changed, and the cauldron beside him disappeared.

Even the complicated inscriptions and talismans disappeared, leaving only a low table lying horizontally, surrounded by three layers of small classes, not sitting on the floor.

Tu Shanjun patted the edge of the low table: "Sit down and talk." While speaking, he looked at Jinghong carefully and said with a smile: "She looks like me, not only does she look similar, but her temper is also very similar to mine."

"Originally I didn't plan to see you."

Jinghong, who had just sat cross-legged on the other side of the low table, was stunned.

She searched for a long time before finally finding her father's belongings.

I just never thought that one day I would see my loved ones standing in front of me alive again.

This can no longer be said to be a surprise, but it makes her feel lucky, lucky that her father is strong, God has opened her eyes, and fate has favored her, allowing her father to rebuild and return.

However, after searching for a long time, I got this answer.

Tushan Jinghong didn't feel angry or sad, but felt a sense of grievance.

sorrow and grief.

Nose is sore.

"My son Jinghong, you have grown up."

"You have your own path to walk. The same goes for dad. He also has his own path."

Tu Shanjun saw Jinghong's grievance. He also knew that his family's loss and death depended on the Wanfa Sect. He must have endured a lot of hardships in the past ten years to achieve such a level of cultivation.

No matter how powerful your talents and abundant resources are, you will never be able to become a master if you don't work hard.

Just like Chi Xuan.

It was a fantasy fight again and again.

The pinnacle grand master taught me step by step, took a body-and-mind elixir bath every few days, and had countless resources, so I was able to become a grand master in just a dozen years.

The pain is no less than being tortured, and no easier than cutting out the heart and liver.

However, people always have to grow up.

You always have to walk the road yourself.

Tu Shanjun has already paved the way for Jinghong. The storage bag contains the resources he has accumulated for half his life. There is no need to ask for an opportunity to break the mirror. The remaining Yinhun Pills are enough to support Jinghong's future practice.

Tu Shan Jinghong looked down at the tea bowl in front of him, the sparkling light reflecting off it.

As a strong person, of course I will not shed tears casually.

"But there is no need not to meet each other."

"How was it after we met?"

Tu Shan Jinghong raised his head and suddenly felt that his father seemed a little strange.

It's not that the identity of the family member is unfamiliar, but that there are a lot of indescribable differences. In short, it is different from the familiar figure in her memory.

This made her panic and eager to tell her future plans, as if she was also eager to prove something: "Of course, we will go back to Daheishan. Let's go home together and rebuild the country. Everyone is waiting for you, Prime Minister Nie, Uncle Ma, Aunt Long,

…”

Tu Shanjun did not interrupt Jinghong's words, he just listened quietly, preparing to wait for Jinghong to finish speaking, but Jinghong didn't seem to be as confident as he was at first, and even his loud voice gradually became quieter.

Finally he stopped talking, as if he had realized something.

Can they return to Daheishan again?

What should Wanfa Sect do?

What to do with the expectations of the master and the sect?

What to do with Shang Zong’s schedule?

When Tu Shan Jinghong came to her senses, she realized that her father was not unwilling to see her.

Suddenly he laughed, a helpless smile filling his face.
To be continued...