"When my master picked me up, he was already very old and had an old illness. I always thought that my master was just an old Taoist. Later, I met my senior brother Chu Bai and learned about the name of Master's sword demon."

The girl flew on the high altitude mountain and river map, snuggling in her husband's arms, quietly listening to Xu Yan's whisper.

"But the great sword demon is at most only at the realm of the virtual pill. How could Master create a completely different foundation-building mental method? And you can't even practice it. Hongyue, do you think this mental method is a magical skill of the evil sect? I have a better physique than you, so I will be able to practice it without any hindrance?"

"When the old man was with you, did he never mention his past?" Pang Hongyue raised her head slightly and said softly.

"I haven't mentioned it before. Maybe the master doesn't want to mention it because he killed all his family. I shouldn't have practiced the Biyun Art. I'm afraid I will follow the old path of Master." Xu Yan always frowned and his voice seemed a little heavy.

"The old man is practicing at his own home. You are practicing at Tianhai Tower. Can you kill the landlord of the Nascent Soul realm?"

In order to make Xu Yan feel relieved, Pang Hongyue said softly: "If you are afraid that Piyun Jue will hurt people, it's better not to practice it. My Pang Hongyue's husband is also talented. Sooner or later, he will break through this world and become a true immortal."

"I don't care about any true immortals, as long as my wife is always by my side." Xu Yan glanced at the blue sky.

"I only envy the mandarin ducks but not the immortals. It turns out that my husband is a love species, giggle." Pang Hongyue chuckled mischievously, her pretty face turned red, but her expression was filled with happiness.

"Actually, husband doesn't have to worry about Piyun Jue. The old man loves you so much, how can he teach you how to harm others and yourself? If you are really worried, you can just go to Senior Brother Chu Bai to verify it."

The reminder from Pang Hongyue woke up the dreamer with a word, and Xu Yan suddenly smiled.

He also has a senior brother in the Nascent Soul realm in Chuhuang Mountain. Instead of being confused by himself, it is better to ask his senior brother to discuss the truth about the Piyun Jue.

When he thought of Chu Huangshan, the smile on the corner of Xu Yan's mouth turned into a bitter smile, and he said, "I don't know if my senior brother had transferred the lifespan of that witch. Yue'er, you don't know. That witch is so terrifying. You have to rely on other people's lifespan to survive. Last time in Lingshui City, if it weren't for me, she would have died long ago and said she wanted to marry me. Isn't this my life? If it weren't for me, I'll use my life to raise a wife and concubine, and I have to use my life to get here."

"Ling'er is a miserable child. Husband, you misunderstood her..."

Speaking of her good sister, Pang Hongyue frowned and said softly: "Ling'er and I have known each other since we were young. Her princess mansion is not far from Pang's mansion. When we were children, we often played together until once..."

My childhood memories touched Pang Hongyue's heartstrings.

"Sister Hongyue, are we going to play with mud today? I know you love cleanliness and think mud is dirty. I swear to play this time!"

The six-year-old little princess, with her big eyes open, begged the eldest lady of the Pang family who was two years older than her. Pang Hongyue pouted her mouth and agreed unwillingly.

In the garden of the princess's mansion, two little girls played until dusk, and the little princess's silver bell-like laughter continued.

Under the sunset, the little princess wearing mud wiped her dirty little face and said to Pang Hongyue, who was also wearing mud, very seriously: "Sister Hongyue, I'm leaving, and I will never see you again."

"Where are you going?" Pang Hongyue didn't care about the mud on her body, and a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in her little heart.

"Go to the sky!" Chu Ling'er pointed to the sky and said seriously: "I'm going to the sky. Don't worry, Sister Hongyue, I will see you in the sky."

“In the sky…”

Until he returned home, Pang Hongyue, who had been cleaned up, still couldn't figure out how Chu Ling'er could reach the sky.

So the eldest lady of the Pang family found her mother.

"Mom, how can I fly to the sky?"

"As long as you become a practitioner, as long as the moon practices diligently, sooner or later there will be a time to fly." The gentle woman caressed her daughter and said softly.

"But, how can a six-year-old child fly in the sky?" Pang Hongyue asked unwillingly with her little face raised.

"A six-year-old child cannot fly to the sky." The gentle woman felt a little melancholy and whispered: "In fact, everyone has the opportunity to fly to the sky, and when they become souls..."

Breaking free from his mother's arms, Pang Hongyue ran out of the door.

She finally knew why Chu Ling'er was going to heaven because her good sister was about to die.

"Ling'er!"

Pang Hongyue, immersed in her memories, suddenly became shocked from Xu Yan's arms, and cold sweat dripped from her temples.

"What did you see..." Xu Yan had heard the lady's self-talking story and could roughly guess the lady's experience back then.

"The girl in pain, curled up in the darkness of the room, without making a sound, quietly waiting for death..."

The circles of eyes turned red. I remembered the scene that shocked me to the point of being at a loss. Pang Hongyue shed a tear and whispered: "She was already in a life and death. That year, she was only six years old. At that time, I was scared to tears. I saw a figure rushing out of the window. Later, I was taken out by the servants of the Princess' Mansion. Until midnight, Ling'er came back alive. Chu Bai was the one who saved her."

"It's really hard to have a disaster every three years." Xu Yan smiled bitterly, "Fortunately, with the senior brother here, Chu Ling'er can't die. The senior brother is in the realm of the Nascent Soul, so it's not a big deal to give her a hundred years of life. At worst, I'm going to give her ten or eight years of life. That's fine."

Xu Yan was so stingy that Pang Hongyue burst into tears and said, "The idea of ​​summoning husbands was thought of by Ling'er, and he insisted that I give half of her husband."

"You won't agree, right?" Xu Yan asked with a shocked look.

Pang Hongyue did not answer, but pinched Xu Yan hard, which made Xu Yan grin in pain. It seemed that women were selfish, especially to their husbands.

With tenderness and sweetness all the way, the couple will arrive at the sect in a few days.

"Let's go to Chuhuang Mountain, and I want to ask Senior Brother Qing about the secret of the Piyun Jue." Looking at the mountain where the mountain gate is located in the distance, Xu Yan said.

Pang Hongyue shook her head and said, "My husband's sect is secret. I shouldn't have inquire about it. I just happened to be delivering the task. You go, don't worry about me."

After all, he was born in a noble family, and Pang Hongyue understood the truth very well. The unique skills his husband taught him had exceeded the limits of his master's skills.

Xu Yan didn't mind the secrets of the master's sect. Then he thought that Pang Hongyue could not practice the Cloud Piercing Art and was almost injured, so he had to nod and agree.

Before entering the sect, Xu Yan asked Pang Hongyue's storage bag over and divided the spirit stones in his storage bag in half, which were as much as seven or eight thousand yuan.

Looking at the storage bag handed over by his husband, Pang Hongyue's pretty face was surprised. Even though she was a true disciple, nearly 10,000 spiritual stones were unimaginable by practitioners in the foundation-building realm.

"So many spirit stones!" Pang Hongyue was surprised.

"Your husband is a rich man, hehe, the rich man of Qi!"

Xu Yan was proud of his pride, and he almost scattered all the treasures in Qi State. Isn’t he a rich man?
Chapter completed!