Pingcheng is an ordinary fairy city. Not many people will come here because there are no large sects here, but there are many small sects here who only have their names in the Immortal League and are not noticed by the Immortal League. Pie.
Bubai Sect, a small sect with nothing but its name, An Jue Lao became a guest here.
At this moment, An Jue Lao touched the rainwater on his face, looked up at the sky with heavy rain like pillars, and smiled like crazy.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
It’s been ten years! He has raised that kid for ten years, and the kid finally started to build a foundation.
"Master An, is your apprentice really building a foundation?"
Yin Chengli, the leader of the Bubai Sect whose roof was blown away while sleeping, ran out of the room, his tall and thin figure like a fine bamboo pole.
The wind blew violently, forcing Yin Chengli to be unable to move forward. He hugged the tree beside him tightly and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mr. An, is it true that nothing will happen to your apprentice like this! Don't you need help!"
It was thunder, lightning, rain and wind, but Mu Cang stood in the center of the wind, standing still.
"Noisy." Standing in the wind, Mr. An Jue rolled his eyes at Yin Chengli, who was about to be blown away by the wind. He kindly kept Yin Chengli in place and stopped talking at the same time.
"Life or death is his destiny. He can't even cross the foundation building stage, so he doesn't deserve to call me master."
Staring at Mu Cang for a moment, watching his cultivation slowly impact towards the foundation building stage, a bolt of lightning struck less than half a meter away from Mu Cang.
An Jue Lao's hands behind his back were clenched into fists.
It's not a thunder disaster, there's no cloud of disaster, but it's a real danger.
Is it because of the way of heaven that they don't want to recognize Mu Cang's identity as an immortal cultivator and want to kill him?
Bringing down the thunder tribulation is equivalent to accepting Mu Cang's status as a practitioner, so there is no thunder tribulation, only heavy rain, strong winds and thunder and lightning.
The lightnings are getting closer and closer, are they threatening or intimidating?
The clenched hands were almost sparking. An Jue Lao could easily block such a lightning strike, but no, if he blocked it for Mu Cang, Mu Cang would still be nothing.
This is Mu Cang's fate. If he can cross it, Heaven will not accept it even if he wants to!
A bolt of lightning struck Mu Cang, and Mu Cang roared in pain.
An Jue took a deep breath, and his words were light, but every word fell into Mu Cang's ears, "Newcomers who enter the world of gods and demons will have a concentrated study every ten years. In June of this year, Shui Miaomiao will definitely be going You can go, and as a small idle sect, you can go if you pay enough spirit stones."
"Ahhhh!" Mu Cang suddenly shouted and looked up at the sky.
Lightning fell one after another, and the rain became heavier and heavier. An Jue Lao could no longer see Mu Cang clearly. He could only vaguely see a figure swaying in the rain, stubbornly holding on, unwilling to fall down...
It was really hard to sleep in this night of lightning and thunder. Only when the sky turned white did Shui Miaomiao fall asleep in a daze.
'Gulu Gulu' Shui Miaomiao woke up from hunger. Smelling the fragrance, she got out of bed half asleep and opened the door.
Er Ye was holding the food at the door and was about to knock on the door, "Miaomiao, you're awake. Do you think you're going to come again?"
"Er Ye." Shui Miaomiao rubbed her eyes and patted her face to show she was awake.
"Come inside quickly, it's cold outside."
"Yes." Shui Miaomiao made way for Erye to enter the house and glanced outside.
After a night of heavy rain, the outside was covered with reflective ice cubes. "The weather is strange. It's almost March and it's still so cold."
Shivering, Shui Miaomiao hurriedly closed the door and ran back to bed, putting on the crane cloak.
Couldn't Shui Miaomiao be completely cured even though he was brewing fire and deep flowers? Looking worriedly at Shui Miaomiao's actions, Erye opened his mouth but said nothing.
Putting the porridge and a few dishes of side dishes on the table, Shui Miaomiao consciously sat down at the table and picked up the bowl before Erye shouted.
He smiled and said, "Miaomiao can't get up so late in the future."
"What's going on?" I didn't care how long I slept before.
"Miaomiao, you still have classes."
A spoonful of porridge almost fell directly on his face. Shui Miaomiao put down the bowl and said urgently: "No, didn't I only attend morning classes for three years? That's ten more years."
"The morning classes for newcomers have ended. Miaomiao does not need to attend. However, none of Miaomiao's self-study courses have reached the first-class grade."
Oh, yes, she forgot about this, "Can't you wait a few days? I just came out, and I still need time to adjust my schedule."
"I'm afraid it won't be possible. Yesterday, the Immortal Master asked me to report to the Research Hall that Miaomiao can attend class."
After finishing the porridge in a depressed manner, Shui Miaomiao watched Er Ye leave Renjing Xiaozhu. She had every reason to suspect that Xianyan Xianzun did it on purpose, just to avenge his Xianyun Palace.
But I didn’t smash the Xianyun Palace alone, there was also the Ninth Level of Vengeance!
Of course, Xianyan Xianzun did not let go of the ninth level of hatred. After finishing the ninth level of hatred, Xianyan Xianzun felt a little better.
On the top of the snow mountain, overlooking the foot of the mountain, blocking the spiritual energy, climbing the mountain bare-chested.
"Miss Chu Hongyun would like to come and pay her respects to the Immortal Lord." Sibu appeared on the top of the mountain and announced.
Withdrawing his gaze, Immortal Xianyan looked at Si Wei, thought for a while, and refused, "Let her have a good rest first. There will be no possibility of going back on what I promised."
When Chu Hongyun woke up yesterday, she expressed her request, and Immortal Master Xianyan readily agreed.
But Si Yu was puzzled, "If you really want to obey Miss Chu Hongyun, which child won't be allowed back to Jian's house?"
"You may not be able to survive if you return to Jian's house. It might be better for Chu Hongyun to raise her by herself." Although Xianyan Xianzun was surprised by Chu Hongyun's decision, he did not refuse.
"I'm afraid the clan has received the news that Chu Hongyun lost two lives, and they are starting to choose the direct lineage again."
Immortal Master Xianyan sneered, causing the howling wind around him to stop. "No one can be considered as a direct descendant until I find someone to raise the dead body. Tell them the exact words."
"Yes." Siyu accepted the order, turned around and then turned back, "One more thing, the child in Chu Hongyun's belly?"
Knowing what Si Nu was doubting, Xian Yanxian Zun raised his hand to stop Si Nu's words, "He is just an unborn child, but he is a little healthier than other fetuses. We don't need to know everything about what will happen to this child in the future. Whether it is good or bad, good or evil, cannot be evaluated by us standing here.”
There is something different about this fetus, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
Pregnancy is very harmful to the mother's body, but Chu Hongyun is not like that. No matter what the difference is with this fetus, he was conceived by Chu Hongyun and has Jian Yuze's blood.
"Your medicine house is empty, so let Chu Hongyun live there first so that he can have a good life. When this matter is settled, I will send someone to send him out of the world of gods and demons."
It is impossible to have a child in the world of gods and demons. If you force it, you will only get a pool of blood. Fortunately, Chu Hongyun's month is not very old, so it doesn't hurt to leave some time. You can also ask the fourth child to help protect the fetus and raise it well. Then he was sent to the mortal world to be reborn.
However, Sibu felt that she was useless in front of Chu Hongyun's fetus, whose vitality was too strong.
