The boy who picked the medicine was also a disciple of the An family. He was born with the surname Sheng, so he was An Qingli's grandson. He had to call An Qingli "aunt".
An aunt An Qingli was very kind to her little grandson who was quite talented in alchemy. When she summoned the An family and entrusted her father, An Qihuan, she also reported the name of the little grandson.
The An family was extremely happy to receive An Qingli's entrustment. Previously, they felt that An Qingli came from the secular world and was sent to the Tianyun Sect before he was mature enough. He was always worried about gain and loss.
But now An Qingli's father has taken the initiative to join our family. With An Qingli's father here, the bond between our family and An Qingli has become even closer.
An Qingli stayed in the secular world for more than ten days, tried his best, and finally taught a second-grade alchemist.
The clan was alarmed. The clan leader and other elders bowed to An Qingli again and again, and planned to hold a banquet to celebrate this great event.
An Qingli flatly refused and prepared to retire after his success and continue to the world of cultivation in the Central Plains.
The five alchemists were reluctant to part with it, especially the newly promoted second-grade alchemist who was over 170 years old. He packed his luggage hurriedly, and even took a long sword in his hand. He insisted on being a follower, and wanted to ride on horseback and protect him.
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An Qingli refused again. The road was dangerous and she had to be very energetic, not to mention bringing an old man who only knew how to make elixirs.
The clan did not dare to let the only second-grade alchemist take risks. All the elders tried their best to persuade the stubborn old man.
Before leaving, An Qingli went to say goodbye to Mr. Liu.
Mrs. Liu has been persuaded by An Qihuan. Although she is reluctant to let An Qingli go away, she still has to be a mother who understands justice and reason as An Qihuan taught her.
"Good daughter." Mrs. Liu burst into tears and handed over a large wooden box. The exquisite wooden box contained the rouge she had carefully selected for An Qingli.
An Qingli looked at the various colors of rouge and felt a little warm in his heart.
"Good daughter!" Mrs. Liu didn't hold back, she cried and shouted again, threw herself into An Qingli's arms, hugged her daughter's delicate waist, and cried, "Mother bought you these rouges,
You must use it! What can a girl do if she doesn’t dress up beautifully? My dear daughter, you must marry a good man in the future, a good man like your father!"
A good man like dad?
An Qingli did not respond, nor did he refute Liu. He only glanced at An Qihuan.
Apparently after these days of rain and dew, Ms. Liu was once again fascinated by her man.
An Qihuan, who was standing next to the door, touched his nose guiltily and turned his face to one side temporarily.
"Okay, okay, it's time for my daughter to go on a long journey, don't delay her business." An Qihuan stepped forward again, pulled Ms. Liu away, and put her into his arms.
Mrs. Liu kept crying in An Qihuan's arms. She really couldn't bear to let her daughter go out to fight, kill, eat and sleep in the wind and dew, so she could just stay at home and be a rich and idle person, wouldn't she?
She took her daughter's horoscope to tell her fortune. When the fortune teller saw her daughter's horoscope, he said it was extraordinary and secretly told her that her daughter was destined to be the mother of the world and that she could enter the palace and become a queen.
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She was so happy that she gave away the two silver notes on the spot.
Now her daughter has left the queen alone, and now she has abandoned her as a mother.
An Qingli gave a Qiankun bag of spiritual peaches and handed them to the maid next to Liu.
This spiritual peach is a high-level spiritual fruit. It tastes very good, but it does not contain much spiritual power. There are many in the mustard seed space. High-level monks despise it, but it is perfect for mortals to take.
At three o'clock in the morning, An Qingli walked towards the outside of the house.
Liu's house is very big, with three entrances and three exits, and many servants. There are also An family members with mixed spiritual roots as guards, who are dedicated to serving Liu, a mortal without spiritual roots.
"Daughter, how long will the immortality that you monks cultivate last for?" Mrs. Liu wiped her tears and followed An Qingli to see him off.
The house was large and the corridors were long. Mrs. Liu couldn't bear to leave, so she dragged An Qingli's hand and walked very slowly.
An Qingli also walked slowly and said: "The short one is no different from ordinary people, and the long one is probably ten thousand years old."
"Long live?!" Ms. Liu exclaimed, "So long!"
A thousand-year-old king and an 80,000-year-old tortoise will live as long as an old tortoise.
An Qihuan said: "The most powerful one can live to be 10,000 years old. With our daughter's qualifications, it is not surprising that she can live to be 1,800 years old."
"Eighteen hundred years old?" Mrs. Liu exclaimed again. She heard that the An family's ancestors were only about three hundred years old at most.
Looking at the powerful daughter she had given birth to, Mrs. Liu was filled with pride again: "It turns out that a monk has such a promising future, so it is better to be a monk. It is better to be a monk than to be a queen."
"What queen?" An Qihuan raised his eyebrows, fearing that Liu would cause trouble again. "Tell me." An Qihuan looked at a young maid next to Liu. This maid was specially sent by the An family to Liu's side.
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The maidservant knelt down and said: "A few years ago, Madam went to the fortune teller with the lady's horoscope. The fortune teller said that the lady was destined to be the mother of the world, and that she would be a queen in the future. The news spread,
It is said that the one who wins the lady will win the world."
An Qingli raised his lips: "Is the fortune teller trustworthy?"
The maid shook her head and said: "It's not very credible." Then, another message was sent to An Qingli: "That fortune teller has only superficial skills. He only made such excuses based on the lady's wealth and wealth. Otherwise, how could he get the reward from the lady.
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An Qingli took a look at Mr. Liu and saw that he had too much money and no place to spend it, so he scattered the money everywhere.
However, Mrs. Liu was dissatisfied and said: "Then sir, you are right. My daughter was born so dignified and upright, why can't she be the empress of the harem?"
An Qihuan smiled and said to An Qingli: "My daughter is so powerful. She is not only a mother who cares about the world, but also a king who rules the world. She also has that face."
An Qingli sent a message and replied: "It's a pity that I don't have the ambition to be an emperor."
Moreover, the An family in the secular world has never been involved with the royal family. Whenever the dynasty changes, the An family will stay out of the matter and not interfere.
Liu's eyes rolled around the father and daughter, and she pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Are you two, father and daughter, whispering and secretly arranging me?"
An Qihuan endured Mrs. Liu's coquettishness, and when he was about to leave the house, he paused and changed the subject: "Then who spread the word that my daughter will conquer the world?"
Ms. Liu rolled her eyes away unnaturally.
How could An Qingli and An Qihuan not understand?
"My daughter, you go ahead." An Qihuan stretched out his arms and stopped Mrs. Liu affectionately. He smiled in a somewhat unclear way, "I have to go and interrogate your mother about this matter."
Ms. Liu lowered her head and blushed. She punched An Qihuan's thick chest with her fist and cursed "death look" in a low voice.
An Qingli glanced at the veteran in love, bowed to Mrs. Liu and An Qihuan, said "Take care", then walked away with his sword without stopping.