When Zhao Beiqing brought Yang Zhen back to Zhao's house, grandma was holding Zhao Yue'er's little hand and chattering in front of the stone table. From time to time, you can hear the shy scolding of the little girl and the hearty laughter of the grandma.
Seeing the two of them coming back, Zhao Yue'er's nervous mood relaxed. But thinking about the next time they would meet after her grandfather and grandma left, she flattened her mouth and almost cried again.
According to the regulations of the Demon Control Palace, sect disciples who are fighting in Hanzhou will have a holiday to return to their hometown to visit relatives once in as little as one year or as long as three years, depending on their cultivation level, position and length of service. However, in the demon battlefield, once the war situation becomes urgent, this holiday is often not guaranteed.
Zhao Beiqing rarely went home when he was in the Fengtang Hall. Now that the cracks in the magic cloud are widening, wars will only become more frequent than before. Going home may have become a luxury.
"Mommy, after Yue'er establishes the foundation, she will go to Hanzhou to find you." The little girl's face was full of perseverance and determination.
"Shut up!" Unexpectedly, these words were scolded by grandma:
"You are just a small foundation builder, what can you do there? Yue'er, remember, the sect recruited me and your grandfather this time, but it also promised that it will never recruit you to Hanzhou until the end! "
"Your grandfather has been in Hanzhou for two hundred years. Your Zhao family is worthy of the sect! There is no need for you to work hard there!"
Mammy's voice was fierce, but Zhao Yue'er and Yang Zhen only agreed. The little girl's eyes were red.
"Grandpa, Mommy, I don't want you to leave-"
"Okay," Zhao Beiqing said solemnly: "How can there be so many mothers-in-law for cultivators. You two, go back to the sect and practice hard for me!"
"Yue'er——" He called out to his beloved granddaughter, his eyes seemed to contain countless instructions:
"Take good care of our Zhao family. Those are the roots of your grandfather, and your grandfather Yunjun, your father!"
"Yes." Zhao Yue'er responded with tears in her eyes.
Zhao Beiqing took out two talismans glowing with blue light from the ring and handed them to the little girl.
"These are the Xuanshui Jade Shield Talisman and the Blue Sea Tide Talisman. They were given to me by the senior five years ago. Keep them well."
"Remember! Don't use these two talismans until you reach the realm of Zifu, otherwise the mana will backfire and you won't be able to bear it!"
"Grandpa, I don't want it!" Zhao Yue'er pushed her hand away: "You need these two things when you go to Hanzhou this time."
"The properties of my spiritual roots are not compatible with them," Zhao Beiqing explained: "This talisman in my hand can only be 60 to 70% effective at most. You have a water spiritual root. With these two in hand, you can have more protection in the future. , don’t refuse.”
"Moreover," he said with a smile: "When I went to say goodbye to your Grandmaster Shuihong in the morning, your Grandmaster helped me beg for a Fire Cloud Golden Light Talisman from the Talisman Array Courtyard. This thing is the most suitable for your grandfather to use. baby!"
Zhao Beiqing's face was filled with excitement. Back then, he relied on this talisman to kill a Zifu in front of the eyes of the Four Kingdoms Lords of Sangzhou. With this treasure in hand, even if the devil is in front of him, he will not be afraid!
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No matter how reluctant they were to leave, at the time of Xu, the two young men had no choice but to bid farewell to Zhao's house and return to the sect.
Before leaving, Yang Zhen and Zhao Beiqing's eyes intertwined, and the ancestor nodded slightly, with a hint of relief in his expression.
His message came to my ears: "Boy, I remember the two things you asked for!"
After returning to the sect, the two practiced more diligently. The little girl seemed to be holding her breath, and she showed no mercy when sparring with Yang Zhen, using fierce moves.
This is exactly the kind of momentum Yang Zhen needs to practice [catching wind and shadow]. With this momentum, he could more keenly capture the trajectory of the opponent's shots. With repeated practice again and again, he became more proficient and his reactions gradually became faster.
Four days later, Zhao Yue'er returned to Tianshui Peak, and Yang Zhen resumed training alone. He simply bought a large basket of carp and ordered Tie Zhu and Cai Si to go upstream of the waterfall and release one every few breaths. Then he came to the bottom of the waterfall, closed his eyes, caught the koi among the thousands of waterfalls, and then swung his stick and hit it directly!
After practicing like this for three days and spending hundreds of gold coins, I finally succeeded in hitting an unlucky egg that afternoon, which was picked up by Cai Si. The three of them happily shared an expensive fish soup.
At night, Yang Zhen finally received the signal he had been waiting for:
Yiyi, wake up!
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"Yiyi, Yiyi——"
In the bluestone space, Yang Zhen stood on the grass in the center and shouted loudly.
"Brother, I'm here." A familiar voice came from far away.
Yang Zhen looked around and found the location of the Fire Spirit Pearl. He was surprised and hurried over.
After only taking a few steps, his face was already beaming with joy. The bluestone space has expanded again!
At least doubled!
It used to be seventy feet in radius, but now it's at least a hundred feet in diameter.
After a few breaths, a heat wave hit, and in front of them was a magma area with a length and width of about eighty feet, connected to the edge of the space, like a fist extending out of the space.
Hot steam steamed from it, and sometimes flames shot out from the ground and wandered in the air until they gradually dissipated.
Dark red magma surged out, exuding bursts of pungent smell, like a fire dragon, suddenly in front and suddenly behind, wandering around.
At the far end, there is a dark red "pond" with a radius of ten feet, which is filled with hot and viscous molten liquid, like boiling hot water, constantly rolling and stirring.
Although Yang Zhen had several years of experience in exercising, she did not dare to try such high temperatures and had to wait and see from a distance.
After watching it for a while, I suddenly remembered, where is Yiyi? Where is she?
"Yiyi——" He looked around.
"Brother." A childish voice sounded in front of no one.
Yang Zhen suddenly opened her eyes wide and saw a flame floating on the red and black land, shaking slightly.
With this shaking, the flame slowly lengthened, getting longer and longer, and finally almost the same height as him.
Then, seemingly with just a blink of an eye, the flame disappeared, and a graceful girl appeared in front of Yang Zhen.
This girl, wearing an upturned bun, looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. She seemed to be made of flames, with not even an inch of red skin. It also carries the lightness and agility of flames, giving people an ethereal feeling.
However, this kind of unreal illusion makes people feel even more amazing.
I saw her crooked eyebrows, straight nose, small mouth, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars, looking at Yang Zhen with a full smile. It reveals a third part of being eccentric and a third part of being gentle and considerate.
"Yiyi?" Yang Zhen was surprised and happy: "You have transformed?"
A thought flashed through my mind at the same time: Did I save 100 million?
"It's not a transformation," the girl shook her head gently: "It's a transformation. The appearance of the transformation is still far from the real transformation!"
Yang Zhen suddenly lamented in her heart: One hundred million, you still have to earn it!
