Feiyun Temple performed rituals for three days, and Yelu Mingzhu also stayed quietly by Duanzheng Ruolan's side for three days.
For three days, the mother and daughter did not go to enjoy the island scenery, but stayed in the main hall.
Duanmu Ruolan personally made Yelu Mingzhu's most famous North Sea roasted fish and fresh fish soup.
Yelu Mingzhu gave Duanmu Ruolan a drink of the spiritual wine brewed by her master. Duanmu Ruolan was stunned after just one gulp down her throat.
He took Yelu Mingzhu's hand and asked, "Where does this wine come from?"
Yelu Mingzhu replied calmly: "Mingzhu and Master brewed this together in the spring, but I forgot which year it happened."
Even Yelu Mingzhu forgot whether this was brewed by the master in a small town or in the Xinghua Valley of Tianshan Mountain.
Not to mention the Duanmu Ruolan in front of her, she herself had not seen her master for several years.
It wasn't because the old monk told her that the war in southern Xinjiang was about to start, but she was afraid that she would have gone to the Apricot Blossom Valley in Tianshan Mountain to find her master.
Duanmu Ruolan was stunned when she heard this, and then remained silent for a long time. Even she did not expect that the rare wine in this world would come from the hands of her father's enemy.
I don't know how much time passed before she sighed softly and asked quietly: "Mingzhu, where is your powerful master? Why doesn't she accompany you to the South China Sea?"
Yelu Mingzhu couldn't help but shake her head when she heard this, and said softly: "Master is old and says he can't walk anymore. He won't go anywhere even if he stays on Tianshan Mountain."
When Duanmu Ruolan heard this, she couldn't help frowning and asked softly: "How old are you?"
Yelu Mingzhu thought for a while and said quietly: "It's similar to grandpa. The master was good at first, but when he woke up one morning, Mingzhu found that the master was getting older."
After thinking for a while, Yelu Mingzhu continued: "I heard from the old monk Master that Master won't be able to stay in Tianshan for long. I'm afraid he will leave..."
Tears fell from Yelu Mingzhu's eyes when she thought of her master practicing alone on Tianshan Mountain.
Ever since the little girl lost her father's love after her father left her, Master Li Xiuyuan has been as close as her biological father, or even closer than her biological father.
In Hua Luoyu's words, Li Xiuyuan wished he could give her all the treasures he had. Among the children in the town, Li Xiuyuan's favorite was Yelu Pearl.
Duanmu Ruolan was delighted when she heard this, but then sighed helplessly.
In her heart, she hasn't taken revenge on you yet, so how can you grow old alone? He’s so old that he can’t even come to the South China Sea!
After all, you are also your daughter's master. How can you trust her to go on her own?
You are unreasonable!
I haven't cultivated to the extreme in this world yet, and I didn't expect that the bad guy has grown old.
The only thing that comforted her was that Yelu Mingzhu's swordsmanship was really powerful. Even with her bamboo sword, she couldn't cut the flying flowers in the wind into two pieces.
Not to mention the flying snow that comes and goes without a trace.
Fortunately, that guy is already old, otherwise she wouldn't be able to match him.
No matter how smart Ren Yelu Mingzhu is, she never imagined that her mother would still want to trouble her master.
In her opinion, if the master did not come to Nanhai to cause trouble for her mother, she would have already given her face as a daughter.
Otherwise, just by relying on father's death, Master can turn the entire Nanhai upside down.
Xiao Hei accidentally told her this secret in order to make the little girl have confidence in her master.
And what is Xiao Hei? He is a master uncle who is unique among the five realms, can fly in the sky, can speak, and can release peerless divine fire.
In Yelu Mingzhu's heart, Xiao Hei is as powerful as his master.
Three days was a long time, and Duanmu Ruolan was by Yelu Mingzhu's side all the time. She wanted to compensate Yelu Mingzhu for the loss of her mother.
Three days was a short time, so short that the two mothers still had a lot to say.
When Duanmu Ruolan woke up from her dream and opened the door of Yelu Mingzhu, she found that the building was empty.
There was only a faint fragrance in the room, proving that the girl was still here a moment ago.
There was a note and two jars of spiritual wine on the table.
The note was written by Yelu Mingzhu to Duanmu Ruolan: "Mother, don't trouble Grandpa!"
Needless to say, Yelu Mingzhu seemed to have seen the battle not long after. If she wanted to let go of her hatred for her mother, the only condition was the Yelu Royal Court.
The grassland where she was born, the place where she misses her father infinitely, the land where her grandfather and grandmother still live.
She had already said what she wanted to say, and she could not fulfill her filial duty because everything that had passed was too long ago.
The current stance of Yelu Mingzhu is naturally that of Master Li Xiuyuan.
And Duanmu Ruolan, who had sacrificed her life's happiness for her father and brother, naturally couldn't let go of her hatred for the Five Domains Dynasty.
Otherwise, she would not have left Yeluqi and Yelu Mingzhu in the first place!
Since neither mother nor daughter can convince the other, they might as well break up and make peace with each other.
At least before the battle started, the mother and daughter had met once, which gave them a taste of how much they missed each other.
When they meet on the battlefield one day, things will be beyond the control of the two of them.
Just like Li Xiuyuan and Yelu Qi back then, two friends who didn't want to start a war ended up having to fight to the death outside Nanyun City.
Just by looking at the note in her hand, Duanmu Ruolan understood what her daughter was thinking.
The grasslands in southern Xinjiang are very large. Yelu Mingzhu is begging her and warning her not to provoke Yelu Ting, because she still has relatives there.
"Mingzhu, my daughter..."
Duanmu Ruolan was like a breeze, rolling towards the pier by the sea.
However, when he arrived at the dock, the soldiers guarding here told her that the big ship had already sailed for more than an hour, and he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up.
The spring sea-going ship sailed smoothly towards the southern land of Xinjiang, and even Duanmu Ruolan was afraid that she would not be able to catch up.
"Mingzhu, my children, how can you be so cruel..."
Looking at the sparkling sea, Duanmu Ruolan sat down softly on the rocks beside the pier, speechless.
Perhaps, she should have left with Yelu Mingzhu.
…
On the large ship, there were believers from the grasslands of southern Xinjiang who had entered the sage, merchants from the South China Sea Islands, and spies sent by Feixian Island. In short, this was a large ship with a mixed bag of fish and dragons.
Standing on the bow of the boat and looking at the scenery, Yelu Mingzhu looked at the old monk beside her and said, "Master, will my mother lead an army to attack the important town in southern Xinjiang?"
The old monk in green shirt shook his head, looked at the vast sea and replied: "If you don't want to see that scene, I can take you out of this world right now."
Yelu Mingzhu thought for a while and asked softly: "Where is my master on Tianshan Mountain? Will he leave?"
The old monk sighed, pointed at the sky and said calmly: "Then you have to ask his master, the old Taoist priest. It is very likely that he will not be able to leave after this battle is over."
After thinking for a while, he continued: "It is also possible that he will leave suddenly tomorrow."
"How could this happen? What kind of disaster will my master have to go through?"
Yelu Mingzhu thought that after her group left, Li Xiuyuan was the only one left on Tianshan Mountain. I also thought about the current difficulty in moving my master, and I couldn't help but feel worried.
"You can't help him on his path, just like you can only walk your own path. One day, even if you don't teach me, I can't help you. You need to face some difficulties on your own."
In the old monk's view, transforming into a mortal is not a simple matter.
Li Xiuyuan can spend ten years in the future Kangchuan City to help Wuxin enter the realm of mortal transformation, but it does not mean that he can spend the same time to transform into a mortal in the Five Realms.
"Why is this happening? Isn't it too pitiful that my master is alone?"
Yelu Mingzhu took the old monk's hand and acted coquettishly. She had just left her mother, Duanmu Ruolan, and now the girl was still immersed in the maternal love from last night.
The old monk sighed and said leisurely: "Because your master cares too much and has many things that he can't let go of, such as you, your aunt and brother, and the emperor in the imperial city..."
In the old monk's view, Wuxin in Kangchuan City was able to enter the realm of mortal transformation not only because of Li Xiuyuan's help.
It is inseparable from him forgetting the past and having a simple heart.
Wuxin in Kangchuan City only has a bunch of innocent children in his heart, and he even has vague feelings for Jasmine.
Because of this, under the guidance of Li Xiuyuan, the simple-minded Wu Xin was able to see the heaven and earth and himself on the Riyue Mountain.
I saw sentient beings in the shanty towns west of Kangchuan City.
Thinking of this, the old monk looked back at his proud disciple and seriously warned: "In the near future, forget everything that happened in southern Xinjiang."
Upon hearing this, Yelu Mingzhu nodded gently, looked at him and said, "Master also told Mingzhu to be simpler, saying that tranquility can lead to great distances."
"Peaceful and far-reaching, well said. I hope your master can also let go of the past."
The old monk pointed forward and said: "Only by looking into the distance can you go higher and farther."
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The ship is traveling on the sea and it will take several days before it can dock.
At this time, the southern Xinjiang grassland was already very lively. The Lan Family Court was going to hold a horse racing festival in the past few days, and the Khan King Zhize Suogu of the Jiankun Palace was also invited along with the general Zhize Pingming.
The Yuezhi Royal Court was too far away and did not come, and Yelu Chucai had not returned from the Five Realms Dynasty, so naturally he would not send anyone here.
Even so, the grassland is bustling with activity.
Both the elderly, women and children are looking forward to the moment of the game. This is their festival.
In such a bustling festival, a bunch of unexpected guests came to Lan Wangting.
Yun Zhongchen, the young island master from Feixian Island, led a few monks and found King Khan's tent uninvited.
Lan Tianqi, who was sitting in the tent, saw that his men had brought two people, one of whom was a young man in a green shirt who was five feet tall and had bright eyes.
One is six feet tall and looks very majestic.
After the visitor introduced himself, he found out that the young man in a green shirt was the young island owner of Feixian Island. The person behind him is his deputy general, Wang Danian.
Lan Tianqi frowned for a moment as he looked at the appearance.
Because for thousands of years, it was thought that there was only a small amount of business exchanges between the southern Xinjiang grasslands and the South China Sea Islands, and everyone would not invade each other and live in peace.
Seeing the other party coming uninvited, even Lan Tianqi, the King of Khans, was a little nervous.
After the two of them sat down, Lan Tianqi said quietly: "I wonder what the distinguished guests from the South China Sea do to come to our grassland tribe? It's not to watch the horse racing, right?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Danian next to Yun Zhongchen took out a brocade box and placed his hands on the table next to Lan Tianqi.
Then he said softly: "This is the heartfelt wish of our island owner. Please accept it, King Khan."
When Lan Tianqi heard this, he couldn't help but reach out and open the brocade box, only to see two fiery red Ganoderma lucidum inside. Without any introduction, Lan Tianqi could tell that these two Ganoderma lucidum were at least a thousand years old.
Not to mention the grassland, even in the Five Realms, elixirs like this are also treasures with a price but no market.
Lan Tianqi sighed softly, slowly closed the brocade box, looked at Yun Zhongchen and said, "Young Island Master, please tell me what happened."
Yun Chen sighed softly and said quietly: "On behalf of the South China Sea Islands, I want to make a big deal with King Khan."
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