Although my mother was not the patriarch's wife, but just the fourth concubine of my father's wife, she controlled the financial power of the Yao family and was deeply loved by her father.
And since she was born, she has been well-dressed and well-off, aloof, and has never suffered the slightest grievance.
Step by step, he embarked on the path of spiritual practice, and his talent began to show, and he had the middle-grade Dharma Appearance "Underworld Fish" that made the entire Yao family ecstatic.
Her father regarded her as a rare treasure, and her tribe loved her very much.
If she says one, no one will say two. If she dares to say two, they will make her unhappy.
Until Empress Xue Qing appeared, until she was accepted as a direct disciple of the Immortal Palace.
On that day, Fengyang City, where she had lived since childhood, was in a state of excitement.
A person who has attained the Tao, a chicken or a dog, ascends to heaven, and becomes his own disciple, what a glory and splendor it is?
My father's expectations and pride, my mother's reluctance to leave, and the envy and jealousy of the Yao family.
The past is like wind, and scenes dance in Yao Man's mind.
She smiled and withdrew all her meaningless defenses, letting the man from the Su family who came in front of her point him out.
Pointing it between her eyebrows, it shattered her three souls and seven souls, shattered her soul, and shook her spirit away.
"Xiaoman, it's not an easy road to go against the will of heaven."
"To seek your life from heaven is always full of thorns and dangers."
"Father doesn't have much to teach you. There are only three sentences you have to remember."
"First, respect the teacher and the Tao, and never have a rebellious heart."
"Second, mutual assistance among fellow disciples is based on the premise that you can protect yourself."
"Third, if people are not punished by heaven and earth for their own sake, only those who are alive will have the opportunity to pursue the legendary road of saints and go further and further."
That night in the Yao family ancestral hall, in front of the tombs of the ancestors, her father stood and she knelt.
She held burning incense in her hands and bowed devoutly.
The father warned solemnly, his expression serious.
She nodded and agreed, and she really kept it in mind.
But no one is as good as God. If God wants her to die, who can interfere?
He bit his lip fiercely and tried hard to endure the soul-destroying pain in his body.
Fortunately, the pain went away quickly, and I was no longer aware of it within three or four seconds.
But before the last ray of consciousness disappeared, she seemed to hear the man say cruelly: "Don't worry, I will send them to you one by one."
"Wow."
Waves of fire rise, and the body turns to ashes.
Leyang City was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
Su Xinglan turned around with a big stride, pointing the Taixuan Sword directly at the "Immortal Artifact Pavilion" a hundred meters away and said: "If you have the guts to scheme against my nephew, don't hide your head and pretend to be mute."
"No matter how bad it is, you are still the direct disciples of Xueqing Immortal Palace."
"You can give up your life, but you have to fight for this face, right?"
For a long time, no one responded, only the Taixuan Sword kept chanting.
Su Xinglan sneered and said: "Okay, if you don't want to fight me, then let me, Junior Sister Xuanchi, play with you."
"Xuanchi, I leave this place to you."
After saying that, he held a sword flower in his arms and escaped without a trace while holding on to Suning, who was still replenishing his immortal power, with one hand.
In the medicine shop below, the white-haired mad woman from Wu Dian has disappeared.
In the Xianqi Pavilion, seven corpses were lying quietly, completely lifeless.
"yawn."
The old man with a woodcutter on his waist sat steadily on the chair of the Grand Master. He looked at Wu Xuanchi who came a step later and asked with a smile: "How many years have we not seen each other?"
The latter thought for a moment and said without raising his head: "Six thousand four hundred and thirty-two years."
The old man chopping firewood sighed: "Yes, more than six thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye."
"You are still here, and we old immortals are still trying to survive in this world."
