After dinner, seeing that Bingchen was impatient and just taking a short rest, Ling Xuan pulled him and flew out.
"Brother Hao, I plan to let Xuan'er and Chen'er get married next year." Chen Yuan said as he looked at Bing Chen and Bing Chen who gradually disappeared from sight.
puff!
Squirting out a mouthful of tea, Ling Hao looked at Chen Yuan in confusion, and after a while he said: "Why are we old guys interfering in the affairs of their young people? I said you are full and have nothing to do."
"Um?"
Chen Yuan glanced at Ling Hao with a faint look, making him shrink back in fear.
"Well, what I mean is that it's better to let things take their own course. If Xuan'er and Chen'er just have a simple brother-sister relationship and don't have that meaning, wouldn't it be embarrassing." Ling Hao said in a weak voice.
"There's no need for you to worry. You can still hide what Xuan'er is thinking from me. Besides..." At this point, Chen Yuan's eyes showed a little worry, and his expression became a little complicated.
"Chen'er cannot cultivate immortality. Mortal life is short and cannot afford to wait."
"You, you, you, you are still Xuan'er's biological mother?"
"What? Do you have any opinions?" Chen Yuan said with a faint look.
Ling Hao quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no objection, Yuan'er has thought deeply about it, and I support it with both hands."
About half an hour later, Bing Chen and Ling Xuan arrived at a quaint house. Looking at this familiar scene, Bing Chen lost consciousness for a while, with a little longing in his eyes, as well as a hint of loss and loneliness.
Gently holding Bingchen's arm, Ling Xuan said in a gentle tone: "It's all Xuan'er's fault. She has been practicing with the master in the past few years and failed to take good care of her brother. Xuan'er promises that she will always be by her brother's side in the future and will not let her brother anymore. Being wronged.”
After smoothing Ling Xuan's hair, Bing Chen's eyes showed a hint of softness.
"Silly girl, it's important to practice on your own. Besides, I'm also a monk now. Who can make me feel wronged?"
Ling Xuan glared at Bing Chen and thought to herself, "Why don't you understand what I meant?"
"Okay, take me first to get the things left by Aunt Bing."
Ling Xuan nodded slightly, pulling Bing Chen towards one of the bedrooms, which was Aunt Bing's boudoir.
Ling Xuan walked straight to a mural in the room and said, "That's it."
"This mural?"
Bing Chen's eyes showed some confusion.
This mural was very familiar to Bing Chen, as it was painted by Aunt Bing herself. In the painting, a fairy-like woman stands on the top of a snow-capped mountain, holding a flute and a sword in her hands, staring into the distance, as if she is about to ride on the wind.
"That's right, hehe, brother, can't you see the mystery in it?"
Gently touching the mural and staring at the woman in the painting, Bing Chen once again showed a little longing in his eyes.
"Hey, the traces of the formation seem to be a level four formation."
Lan Youmeng's voice sounded in Bingchen's mind, and then, a ray of red light flashed, and his figure appeared next to Bingchen. Looking at the mural in front of him, his eyes showed some interest.
"who!"
Ling Xuan shouted coldly and subconsciously took a step back. The long sword in her hand immediately unsheathed and pointed directly at Lan Youmeng's heart.
"Xuan'er stop!" Bingchen quickly turned around and said.
"Don't worry, we're on our own."
He gently opened the tip of the sword and cast a reassuring look at Ling Xuan.
"Brother, who is she?"
After a moment of calmness and hesitation, Ling Xuan retracted her sword, but her eyes were fixed on Lan Youmeng.
"Oh, you have nice eyes." Lan Youmeng turned around slowly and joked.
Stunning, charming, stunning!
When she saw Lan Youmeng's face for the first time, Ling Xuan, who was already a beautiful woman, was slightly distracted, but she quickly came back to her senses and her eyes regained the coldness before.
"Well, the concentration is not bad either." Lan Youmeng said with a smile.
"Who are you?" Ling Xuan said coldly.
"I am the goddess in your brother's dreams." Lan Youmeng said with a slight curl of the corners of her mouth.
"Master, don't make trouble." Bing Chen quickly interrupted.
Lan Youmeng glared at Bingchen, and then said to Ling Xuan, "What, are you jealous?"
Looking at Bing Chen, he saw him nodding slightly, the coldness in his eyes disappeared, and then he bowed slightly to Lan Youmeng and said, "Ling Xuan pays homage to senior."
His tone was neither cold nor hot, but in fact, there was an inexplicable sourness in his heart. This was a feeling he had never felt before when he pushed Bing Chen to Shen Yiyan with his own hands.
"Tch, it's boring, but little girl, you are really jealous." Lan Youmeng joked.
After her inner thoughts were seen through, Ling Xuan immediately blushed and quickly lowered her head.
Turning around, Lan Youmeng stared at the mural again. A faint light flashed in his eyes, and he said after a moment: "The fourth-level concealment formation seems to have a killing formation hidden in it. Hey, it seems to be a serial formation."
Her beautiful eyes looked around, and finally her eyes were fixed on a fragrant bed. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said: "It's not bad. There are four levels of killing formations, four levels of trapping formations, and a defensive formation. And this formation There are even two eyes, one is the mural, and the other is on the bed."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, with this arrangement, if some sea-opening realm cultivators accidentally break in, they will have a good drink. I am a little interested. What did Aunt Bing in your mouth give to our little Chen'er? What good is left behind.”
Hearing this, Ling Xuan was immediately startled, with a bit of solemnity and a bit of disbelief in her eyes.
Turning around, Lan Youmeng looked at Ling Xuan and said, "Little girl, start the formation."
With some hesitation in her eyes, Ling Xuan looked at Bing Chen to ask.
"Don't worry, Master treats me with great kindness and won't do anything bad to me."
Ling Xuan nodded slightly, then stepped forward and pulled out the long sword in her hand. As her spiritual power circulated, a chill swept over her, and the surrounding air condensed ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye. The long sword emits a faint light and floats in front of the mural.
"Brother, I need a drop of your blood."
Without hesitation, Bing Chen pointed his finger, and a drop of blood was wrapped in spiritual power and flew to Ling Xuan.
"go!"
Following Ling Xuan's vomiting, the drop of blood and the sword flew towards the mural, and finally disappeared into it.
At the same time, a faint light suddenly emitted from the mural, and what surprised Bing Chen and Ling Xuan even more was that the woman in the painting actually turned around and looked at Bing Chen, who was looking excited.
"Aunt Bing!"
The familiar face and familiar eyes made Bing Chen couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
The woman in the painting has soft eyes and a playful smile on her face. Her red lips move slightly, as if she is saying: "Xiao Chen'er!"
Plop!
Bingchen knelt on the ground with a bang, his excitement beyond words, and he kept muttering: "Aunt Bing, Aunt Bing!"
It was at this time that a glimmer of light suddenly flew out of the painting and floated in front of Bing Chen. Immediately afterwards, Ling Xuan's long sword also flew out, and the mural returned to normal.
"Get up, it's just a ray of spiritual thought, look how excited you are." Lan Youmeng said softly. Although he said this, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Master, Aunt Bing?" Bing Chen asked eagerly.
"I told you, this is just a wisp of her spiritual thoughts. After cultivating the soul, the monks can separate their spiritual thoughts. However, you can integrate your own spiritual thoughts into the formation. Your Aunt Bing's formation skills are pretty good. "
A hint of disappointment appeared in Bing Chen's eyes. He thought he could get some news about Aunt Bing, but...
"Let's see what good stuff is in this ring."
Like a treasure, Bing Chen gently held the ring floating in front of him in his hands, and looked at Lan Youmeng with doubts in his eyes.
"You don't know how to use the space ring?"
"Concentrate your thoughts and use your spiritual power to take out the things inside." Lan Youmeng said.
Bingchen complied with the law, and the next moment, a jade flute and two jade slips appeared in front of Bingchen.
"Ice Jade Xiao!"
Bing Chen and Ling Xuan exclaimed at the same time.
"Aunt Bing's ice jade flute!"
Bing Chen took the ice jade flute in his hand and rubbed it gently as if he had found a treasure. He was very familiar with this jade flute. He had grown up listening to Aunt Bing playing it. Once upon a time, he had secretly played it a few times, but every time he couldn't play it until his face turned red. Ring once.
However, at this time, Ling Xuan's eyes were cast on Aunt Bing's self-portrait in the mural, and she exclaimed: "One Xiao and One Sword, brother, what Aunt Bing is holding in her hand is the Bing Jade Xiao and the Ning Jing she gave me." Frost sword! Aunt Bing left her two magic weapons to us!"
As Ling Xuan said, Bing Chen had already thought of this when he saw Bing Yuxiao again. But at the same time, some worries also surfaced in Bing Chen's mind.
"Hey, what kind of treasure did I think it was? It turns out it's just a mid-level earth-level magic weapon, but it's not bad. At least it's barely enough for you, Chen'er, before you reach the sea-opening realm."
Immediately, Lan Youmeng made a slight move with her jade hand, and two jade pieces fell into her hand. She took one of them and looked at it, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"The formation layout of this house, Xiao Chen'er, your Aunt Bing has worked so hard for you. Just now, I underestimated the formation layout here. The entire house can be said to be an iron wall for monks below the True Yuan realm. Even if ordinary True Yuan realm monks come, they will have to spend a lot of effort to break through. If you had been hiding here, how many people could be detrimental to you, and you would not end up almost committing suicide on that mountain." Lan You Dream joked.
"Brother, you?" Ling Xuan was surprised and asked quickly.
Bingchen looked embarrassed and looked flattering on Lan Youmeng, wanting her to shut up quickly.
"You still want to hide it from me? Tell me, brother, what happened in the past few months!" Ling Xuan said with a slightly annoyed look.
"Um, this..."
However, at this moment, a chill suddenly swept across, and Ling Lie's murderous intent made Bing Chen and Ling Xuan shiver immediately. Ling Xuan's body went limp and she almost fell to her knees.
Subconsciously, he looked at Lan Youmeng and found that she was staring at the jade slip in her hand with a cold look on her face, with murderous intent in her eyes.
Bingchen's heart sank, and his face showed a bit of solemnity, but he still bravely called out softly: "Master!"
However, Lan Youmeng did not pay attention immediately, but looked at him with cold eyes after several breaths. A faint light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a cold expression: "Xiao Chen'er, your Aunt Bing really left you something good."
