The originally quiet Miao Mansion suddenly became lively.
Looking at the old woman in silk silk, Miao Yeying knelt on the ground and hissed: "Mother! Ying'er is back."
As he kowtowed to the ground, he burst into tears.
"Ying'er!"
"My Ying'er."
The old woman staggered and hugged Miao Nightingale, crying bitterly.
"..."
Tu Shanjun closed his five senses and six consciousnesses, and quietly looked at the gray sky of the Zunhun Banner.
When a wanderer returns home, it is inevitable that people will be moved by the scenery.
But he is not that hypocritical person, he just has indifferent longing.
"Where is the Wanfa Sect in the Eastern Wilderness Realm? Is the food good or not? How is the accommodation? Is the practice going smoothly..." Tu Shanjun sighed. If he hadn't wanted to become an immortal, he wouldn't have been running around like this.
This poor place chosen by Taiyi Zhenjun is still in the process of fighting. The fight between the two areas may attract more enemies. When the snipe and the clam are fighting, it is really not stable at all.
If you want to gain a foothold here, you must regain your strength.
"Hey, fellow Taoist Taiyi, where are you?"
Opening one eye, Tu Shanjun looked at Miao Yeying's family.
Miao Gensan was still bragging that he followed Miao Nightingale in the clouds and mist, saying that his old Miao family was a promising person, and now that a great immortal master had appeared, he was afraid that he would become famous in the future.
At dusk, Miao Yeying's eldest and second brothers also came home from outside, but unlike Miao's mother, they didn't have much feelings or words to say, and even the joy on their faces looked a little strange.
Miao Nighting didn't care about this. The brothers weren't actually that close. Now that she had just returned home more than ten years ago, she naturally wouldn't show too much welcome. She might even suspect that she was pretending to be here to defraud Miao.
family money.
A banquet.
The eldest brother, second brother and two sisters-in-law left early.
Miao Nightingale was left alone to talk to her parents.
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East room.
"You really have such a sister, don't just pretend to be here."
The eldest son of the Miao family said: "I have a sister who was lost a few years ago. It's really strange that she came here. But seeing that my parents are so happy, they are probably close to each other. Hey, why do you, a woman, care about these things?"
"You really don't know?"
"Know what?"
The sister-in-law said mysteriously: "Dad has a concubine outside. Maybe he brought the concubine's children under the guise of your missing sister. Then they will immediately clear their names. Your family property can be
It’s just less points.”
The boss of the Miao family didn't have any trouble in his eyes. He just looked at his wife and lowered his voice and said: "It's not your business to take care of these things. The family property belongs to the father. He can give it to whoever he wants. It's your turn to point fingers.
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"You...you yell at me? Who am I doing this for, other than for Xiaobao, you..." As she spoke, the sister-in-law covered her face and began to cry. Even her originally low voice gradually became louder, as if she wanted to make a big publicity.
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"Enough!"
The boss of the Miao family roared.
Everyone is well aware of these things, and they can still live with it as if they are rotten in their stomachs. If they are exposed, it will be of no benefit to anyone, and they will even have to take back the share they originally deserved.
The first bedroom was in a state of chaos, and the second bedroom was no longer comfortable.
That's not because of family business, but the expense of money. It's said that the second son is using the money to support his own little wife. How can he have so much money to support the bastard's stinky feet.
At night.
Miao Nightingale was lying on the bed with her eyes open.
Foundation-building monks have long been able to live without food and do not need to sleep. The so-called closing of eyes is actually concentrating on concentrating and practicing Qi, not for rest. Miao Yeying is in this state now. She has closed her spiritual consciousness and tried to shrink her five senses.
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In the middle of the night, Tushanjun suddenly said something out of nowhere.
Miao Yeying thought she heard wrongly.
"apprentice."
"Master, please speak."
"Let's get out of here."
Miao Yeying was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect the master to say that.
She got up from the bed, looked at the black and red bracelet on her wrist, respectfully brought it to the table beside her, and activated her magic power to turn it into a small foot-long flag.
"Leave? Why are you leaving? Master, please explain clearly."
Tu Shanjun said with unprecedented seriousness: "Someone is coming."
She sensed more than a dozen extraordinary auras, all of which were Qi practitioners, and the light of the formation appeared around her wing. With a bang, the roof of the wing shattered, and a cold gaze dropped from above.
"kill!"
As the sound fell, more than a dozen Qi practitioners formed a battle formation and merged into the formation. The condensed illusory light and shadow waved,
The golden sword and the iron sword intertwined to form a large network.
Tu Shanjun himself is a great master of formations. Of course he understands this kind of battle formation that regards people as the base point. This is like using Qi practitioners as parts to make up pistols, no, cannons and missiles.
Under the stimulation of the same source of mana, great power bursts out, and such a battle formation can offset the magic and magical powers of the incoming offenders. As long as the formation is not broken, the monks in the formation are safe.
With a stern look on his face, Tu Shanjun turned into a three-foot soul flag and fell into Miao Yeying's hands.
The power of the battle formation is indeed powerful. If a dozen or so late-stage Qi-training monks fight independently, they will be crushed to death in a few breaths, let alone a quarter of an hour.
But after forming a battle formation, you are qualified to compete with the foundation-building monks.
Although they cannot move at high speed and even curl up in place like a turtle shell, every blow they send will make the foundation-building monks fearful.
Especially when there is another foundation-building monk who is eyeing him, if he is not careful, he will be caught in the middle of the pie between these two parties.
Formation is something that differs from person to person. There is a huge difference between wearing a token and not having one.
"Miao Nightingale!" The foundation-building monk said coldly.
Staring at Miao Yeying with shock in his eyes, he never thought that someone would take one year to go from a minor cultivator in the early stages of Qi training to a Foundation Establishment monk.
There must be a big unknown opportunity hidden in Miao Nightingale.
Greed, surprise, and the confidence of winning are intertwined on the man's face, and he flips his wrist to prepare the flying sword: "Give me the opportunity that allows you to practice so quickly, and I will spare your life, otherwise today will be your death!"
"Who are you?" Miao Yeying asked in a deep voice, while she narrowed her eyes and listened to the master's voice transmission in her ears: "With the magic power of the Hehuan Sect, they should be monks of the Hehuan Sect."
"Don't you know who we are?"
"Escape from the flower building, kill the handyman disciples, aren't we the ones you are hiding from all the way here!" the foundation-building monk said loudly, while commanding the Qi-training monks under his command who had already deployed the battle formation.
Miao Nighting's eyes were gloomy. She didn't expect that the Hehuan Sect would pursue them here, but maybe this was the worst decision they made.
Mana poured into the soul flag, and Miao Yeying said loudly: "Master, please take action!"
The foundation-building monk was startled.
However, he looked around and still couldn't find the master Miao Yeying was talking about, and he was immediately relieved. Anger appeared on his face. For a moment just now, he really thought that Miao Yeying had some great backer.
"Scare people..."
Before the words of the foundation-building cultivator finished, the black-red treasure suddenly turned into a few feet, and an illusory figure walked out of it, blooming with pressure like a dazzling little sun.
"Then please ask Brother Ding to come."
A dull voice sounded.
The figure called "Brother Ding" violently dragged his palm behind him, and the palm prints condensed with the force of wind and thunder, and fired with a bang. The large formation composed of more than a dozen Qi Practitioners was immediately smashed to pieces by the figure.
The formation's light was completely covered.
Those Qi practitioners who gathered in the formation were turned into meat patties and decomposed into evil spirits.
The figure of Master Jin Dan stood next to Miao Yeying. His eyes were dull, but he could not hide the terrifying pressure on his body. He was as hot as the sun, and his moves were so powerful that they could move mountains with the force of wind and clouds.
Miao Yeying's expression was ordinary because her mana had been reduced by half.
It would be very expensive to ask Master Jindan to take action.
The foundation-building monk was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for his life: "Senior, have mercy on me. We have no intention of becoming enemies, and please spare my life for the sake of the Hehuan Sect."
"Apprentice, kill him and let's go."
Miao Yeying did not reply to her master's words, but looked at the Hehuan Sect monk who was kowtowing, and asked: "I asked myself that my whereabouts have not been discovered, and it is impossible for you to pay attention to the family of a young monk who is in the early stages of Qi training."
"How did you find yourself here?!"
How dare the Foundation Establishment monk lie? He hurriedly said: "Yes...it is this family that guides us. I don't know why they have the sect's transmission notes. We also received orders to act."
Miao Nighting's eyes widened immediately. She staggered half a step and asked tremblingly: "What did you say? You said...you said they showed you the way."
"If seniors don't believe it, ask them to come and confront me!"
Miao Nightingale was stunned on the spot.
The foundation-building cultivator didn't dare to neglect him. Jin Dan Zhenren stood there and stared at him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape from Jin Dan Zhenren's blockade. He hurriedly invited the person who burned the transmission talisman to come over.
"Tell me, what are you talking about? Did you burn the transmission talisman to invite us here?"
The foundation-building monk kept urging the people in front of him, and then he exclaimed as if he suddenly understood something: "You... you... she... she..."
"You sold her!"
"Ying'er."
Miao Guangzheng almost begged to stop the immortal master from saying it.
However, it was already too late and he still said it. What he didn't expect was that the immortal master of the Hehuan Sect was so vulnerable that he even had to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Ying'er, my father had no choice but to ban the sea for three months. The family had no food to eat, so he had no choice but to sell you to save the whole family!"
"Ying'er, mother also regrets doing this."
"Mom and dad are sorry for you."
The Miao father and the Miao mother cuddled up and cried.
They originally wanted to take two steps closer, but the pressure of the Golden Pill Grandmaster was beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.
Miao Nightingale stood there for a long time.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted in front of him, staining his clothes red.
She raised her eyes.
Asked softly: "Why don't you sell others, eldest brother, second brother, eldest sister, little sister..."
"Because... you are the only one who has spiritual roots."