Suddenly he stepped into the second floor secret room where Xiaoyaozi was. When Xiaoyaozi saw Mo Ran, his face was extremely gentle, and he waved his hand gently to sit beside him. "Entertainment father, your complexion has improved more and more." Mo Ran said with a smile, but his heart was in pain. Xiaoyaozi's youth has ceased to exist since he was seriously injured by Xier. Over the years, despite repeated exercises to recover from his injuries, his appearance is still in the old age and has not changed.

Xiaoyaozi was self-conceited all his life. He had cultivated the Beiming Divine Arts to the ninth level and had already remained forever. Now that he was hit hard, how could he accept it? "Haha, she finally defeated me. Although her eight wilderness and six-held magical skills were not above the Beiming Divine Arts, she taught such a successor."

On the other hand, Mo Ran felt guilty after hearing it. The adoptive father taught himself so carefully, but his achievements were only so. Xiaoyaozi chuckled and comforted, "You don't have to care. Even if you are a father, your lifelong cultivation will be defeated by her, let alone you are so young?" Suddenly, he calmed down his emotions and said firmly, "Don't worry, adoptive father, I will practice diligently, and I will avenge you with my own hands in the future!"

Xiaoyaozi showed a look of relief, her eyes flickering, as if she was recalling the past. Suddenly, she suddenly realized that her adoptive father was not a person who could not let go of his past. Today, he had an unusual smell in his words and deeds. Xiaoyaozi asked with a gentle expression, "How much has the natural method been cultivated?" Suddenly, he quickly replied, "Thirty million." Xiaoyaozi nodded slightly with satisfaction.

"I haven't told you about something, but your senior brother knows it. Before him, I had a successor, and it's been nearly 150 years since I thought about it. Unfortunately, I never came back after that trip." Xiaoyaozi paused, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and suddenly suppressed his curiosity and did not disturb him. Xiaoyaozi sighed and said, "Forget it, I won't mention these. The brocade box on the stage has already explained everything you explain. Take it with you when you leave. Clean up your emotions, and I will teach you all the skills of my life."

Suddenly his face changed drastically, and he said anxiously, "Entertainment Father! Why are you?" Xiaoyaozi said as if comforting, "I have not lived for a long time, and this is the last one I can leave for you. In the future, I will never be able to take care of you." Suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly refused, "No, adoptive Father, as long as you spend a little time, your injuries will be completely recovered!" For decades, he has been carefully taught and taken care of by Xiaoyaozi. Now, facing this time, how can he remain indifferent?

Xiaoyaozi has never suggested practicing the Beiming Divine Art Suddenly. The general idea is that he lacks a little qualification. If he forced his practice, his future achievements will be limited. He is more clear about the matter of passing on the skills. Xiaoyaozi has always advised him not to think about it too much. If the internal strength of others is not forced to be transferred in large quantities without the high-level Beiming Divine Art Suddenly, his internal energy will never be pure.

No matter how profound this kind of internal skills is, it can deal with some inexperienced masters. Faced with a true master who pursues the ultimate martial arts, there are many flaws. Moreover, it is extremely variable to truly transform into your own use. The internal energy consumption is extremely variable between the transmission of the power, and it is not surprising that only one successful power can be truly available in the end. Xiaoyaozi seemed to see his sudden thoughts and said with a gentle expression, "It is only possible for a father to be like this. Instead of taking a whole body of cultivation and becoming dust, it is better to leave it to you. The strange practice method arranged for you for the father over the years is for today."

Suddenly, he cried out in a sad voice, shook his head desperately and refused to obey. Xiaoyaozi's face darkened, "Do you want to leave for your father? I thought that the cultivation level that Xiaoyaozi had practiced throughout my life turned into dust with me in the end, how could I be willing to... Suddenly, how can you bear it!" Suddenly, my heart aches, and I was still struggling. Xiaoyaozi continued, "Don't ask too much, it's useless to ask. Whether you can bear it or not, you can decide for yourself..." Xiaoyaozi's tone was full of desolation.

Zishan took Xiaolin's hand and led the way to the top of Zixiao cliff with joy. All the disciples of non-NPC sects around him dispersed under Zishan's instructions and turned to practice elsewhere. Lan then took off the hat on her head. If someone recognized Lan's identity and uploaded it in the rivers and lakes in the future, it would be a huge trouble for Lan. Xiaolin kept thinking about Zixiao Mountain where Yiyun was located, but she had never mentioned it. Xiaolin understood Lan's difficulties in her heart. Now she finally got out of her way, and Lan made up her mind to fulfill Xiaolin's wish no matter what.

Zixiao Mountain is near the edge of the cliff, and is next to the most beautiful location. After Yiyun received Xiaolin's message, she specially asked someone to build it. "Xiaolin, I remember you said in the past that the most comfortable thing is in the quiet forest, hearing birds singing, bathing in the breeze, and holding embroidery needles." The four of them stepped into the pavilion, Yiyun pointed to the scenery outside the cliff with a smile and said.

There were only four people by the cliff at this time. The four of them held their breath and listened. There were a series of pleasant sounds of birds singing from the surrounding forests. Xiaolin was extremely happy, "Yiyun, I like it very much!" Lan Xin sighed. The frequency of birds singing was so abnormal. It was obvious that Yiyun spent money to buy all kinds of birds and transported them back to Zixiao Mountain to release them in the forest. It took such effort to make Xiaolin hear her favorite sound more clearly.

Xiaolin took out the beautiful clothes specially made for the purple shirt, pulled the purple shirt into the inner palace to try it on. While drinking, Lan tasted the extraordinary cooking skills of the purple shirt. Yiyun carefully roasted Xiaolin's favorite game. Since Xiaolin tasted Yiyun's barbecue skills, Yiyun went to see the two of them every time, and always asked Yiyun to cook. Lan joked, "It's a pity that there is no special barbecue skills, otherwise the level of your level should be not low." Yiyun smiled.

The purple shirt wearing a new dress was happily led Xiaolin out of the hall gate, and shouted loudly from afar, "Does it look good?" Lan exclaimed sincerely, and Yiyun nodded with a smile. "Report to the head, there is a woman who claims to be unlimited at the foot of the mountain to ask for a visit!" A disciple of the Zixiao Sect from the stairs of His Highness, a Zixiao Sect NPC disciple whispered. Xiaolin's face changed drastically. He looked at Lan in panic. Yiyun comforted him, "I'll go down and take a look, it's just a coincidence." After that, he left. Lan comforted Xiaolin for a soft voice, with a thoughtful look on his face. He was almost getting married...

Some people are clear in Yiyun's eyes without any abnormality, while others are still covered with a layer of light red. Yiyun is glad that at least the people around her who have had more interactions in the past are clear in their eyes. Yiyun was very surprised and did not expect that the non-existence in her eyes would be so clear.

Bucun stared at Yiyun with a calm expression, and after a while, he said, "I'm about to get married." Yiyun showed a look of confusion. Bucun chuckled when he saw this, "Marry Xiaojian, I begged Senior Sister Xier in person. Later, Senior Sister Xier went to Huashan for this, and they fought on the back cliff of Huashan. Xiaojian was defeated by Senior Sister Xier."

Yiyun was still silent with confusion, "But it is inevitable that Xiaojian will be defeated. Although his internal strength has long been restored to the past after his rebirth, his martial arts, body skills, and newly learned internal strength have not been truly integrated into his own use." Without any doubts, he ignored Yiyun's doubts, walked in front of Yiyun two steps, and chuckled and said, "Yes, you know, in the eyes of the disciples of Lingjiu Palace, Senior Sister Xier is the myth of invincible. But I have always admired Xiaojian."

Yiyun felt very inexplicable. It was enough to be confused about Bucun who came to find him. What he said to him was even more inexplicable. The most inexplicable thing was that he was actually listening patiently. Bucun chuckled and said, "Yiyun, do you think it's strange? Can you hold me and jump off the cliff again? I know, that won't affect your own practice. Can you?" Yiyun pulled Bucun over Bucun and the figures flashed and disappeared in place...

At the edge of the cliff, Wu Chuang held Yi Yun with his eyes blurred, and murmured, "I have never been here for many years." Yi Yun said nothing, gently pulled Bu Chuang closer to him, hugged Bu Chuang with one hand, jumped out of the cliff with one hand, Wu Chuang with his eyes blurred, staring at Yi Yun sideways, their clothes and hair were flying in chaos by the airflow.

Yiyun drew her sword in her hand, gently slapped the ground before landing, and the two of them fell sharply changed direction and turned to one side, and then they fell steadily. In fact, Yiyun no longer needed this, but in order to satisfy her inexplicable wish, Wucun slightly sorted out her long chaotic hair, pulled Yiyun to walk slowly towards the bottom of the cliff, pointed her finger at the cliffs on both sides and said lightly, "The traces are still there. At that time, when I first stepped into the selfless mood, I was left in my subconscious."

The two stood at the bottom of the cliff in silence for a while, and said softly in a soft tone, "Yiyun, thank you. You have changed. If it were before, I would probably not have paid attention to my inexplicable request." Yiyun said lightly, "In fact, I don't know why I am willing to listen to you saying so many inexplicable words, and even agree to your very boring request."

Bucun let go of Yiyun's hand and stepped back lightly. "Actually, I have to tell you. Xiaojian has regarded you as an enemy because of the words of Senior Sister Xier." Yiyun stared at Bucun with an expressionless face, silent. "Yiyun, you don't know all about the secret of forgetting yourself. I admire Xiaojian, but it's a bit admiring, and it's always like this. But it has nothing to do with the relationship between men and women. You brought me into forgetting yourself. I really appreciate you, but I hate you even more..."

"The little sword really exists only for martial arts, and you force yourself to persevere on this road. Compared with him, you appear more human. The selfless artistic conception is completely selfless, and it is entrusted to consciousness to dominate everything, and there is no emotion of judgment mixed in it. In the time when Cuihu Han was cold, I understood the terrible flaws of the selfless artistic conception increasing over time."

"The selfless artistic conception only exists in reason, and the practitioner's sensibility is suppressed. Therefore, our emotional feelings are all lighter than others. However, people's hearts are hot, so how can sensibility never exist? We are not Xiaojian. In fact, Xiaojian's sensibility is zero. Therefore, his artistic conception is impossible to have flaws."

"I hate you... The scenes on the cliff in the past have become an indelible existence hidden on my emotional side after I entered the selfless artistic conception. If I don't know it, it's okay, I just stayed by Cuihuhan and stayed by you for those days, which made me understand clearly. All the hidden emotions have become the benchmark for conscious judgment. You have created my artistic conception and left a nearly irreparable flaw in my artistic conception. I am really unwilling to give up. I have pursued martial arts for so many years, but in the end it was like this."

The figure that does not exist disappeared within Yiyun's sight. If it does not exist, it will still echo in Yiyun's mind...
Chapter completed!