So even though Zhou Yuan was at the ninth level of cultivation, he was sitting in the middle of the remaining fluctuations of the power of faith. In addition, Zhou Yuan called her girl, which made her even more convinced that Zhou Yuan was at the ninth level.
If you think about it logically, you will know that if a monk with a ninth-level cultivation meets an eighth-level monk, he will not call his senior a girl?
Zhou Xinyun was thinking a lot, her eyes were gradually red and swollen, and she said, "She misses you very much, do you know?"
"Who?" Zhou Yuan was a little confused, why did this girl get so angry when she came here, and started talking nonsense again after a lot of trouble. "Have we met, girl?" Zhou Yuan asked again.
"We have indeed never met." Zhou Xinyun's voice gradually became hoarse, "But you already have a ninth-level cultivation, why don't you come to us? Why? Why did you abandon us? Mother has been waiting for you, you know?"
Zhou Yuan finally understood. He was afraid that the woman in front of him had recognized the wrong person, so he said: "Are you afraid that you have recognized the wrong person, girl? I won't accompany you if I write." After saying this, Zhou Yuan was about to leave.
Seeing how cold-blooded Zhou Yuan was, Zhou Xinyun said: "Let's go. Mother is also leaving. Before I left, I told me to find you. Unfortunately, I didn't expect you to be such a heartless person. Mother, she really doesn't deserve to keep you back for the rest of her life."
"
Zhou Yuan slowly turned around and said, "What's your name?"
"Zhou Xinyun!"
"Zhou Xinyun? Zhou Xinyun? You are from Ruoli..." Before Zhou Yuan could finish speaking, Zhou Xinyun burst into tears. In a thousand years, she had never felt so wronged.
Zhou Yuan understood that he had made a mistake and said, "Is Ruoli okay?"
Zhou Xinyun cried: "Mother, she... passed away a hundred years ago."
Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xinyun looked at each other in silence. He also felt his eyes were sore. He didn't expect that when they said goodbye, they would say goodbye forever...
"My child, how have you been these past few years?" Zhou Yuan asked distressedly.
"Why haven't you come to find me and my mother when you have already reached the ninth level? Why have you begged our mother and daughter for a thousand years?" Zhou Xinyun spoke out word by word and asked Zhou Yuandao.
Zhou Yuan wanted to say it several times, but he didn't know where to start. The way he hesitated to speak made Zhou Xinyun think from the bottom of his heart that Zhou Yuan must be ashamed of their mother and daughter.
Zhou Yuan could not deny Zhou Xinyun's complaints. In any case, Zhou Yuan did not reunite with Ruoli, which was a debt to the two of them. He then said: "Why are you here?" Zhou Yuan took out his father's hand.
of majesty.
I don't know whether it was because of the lack of father's love since she was a child, or because she wanted to know Zhou Yuan's reasons from the bottom of her heart. Zhou Xinyun was not angry at Zhou Yuan's tone, and said: "The aura of the ninth grade appeared here just now."
"What state are you in now?" Zhou Yuan asked again.
"The peak of the eighth level of water spirit root." Zhou Xinyun said.
"I didn't expect that after being trapped for two hundred years, a thousand years have passed outside, and Ruoli actually left..." Zhou Yuan felt the ruthlessness of time. Monks cannot live forever, and no matter how close people are, they can only
Heaven and man are separated forever.
"What?" Zhou Xinyun was a little in disbelief, "What did you say? How can I surpass you in cultivation?" She thought she heard wrongly.
"I have been trapped in the Exile Realm for two hundred years. I didn't expect that a thousand years have passed outside, and you have reached the peak of the eighth level. Did you come out this time to find a chance to break through?"