On a small island in the territory of China, filled with white mist.

The island is small in size, but it is full of flowers and a faint fragrance that blooms even in winter.

"Fang Tangjing, do you want to go home or not, Dad called to urge us. The sound of the clear spirit like spring water sounded on the island, a white figure, faintly appeared next to a pavilion on the island, it was a woman in her early thirties, white skin, blown-out skin, that pair of clear eyes with a hint of anger, with anger and pretty, but it was someone else's charm.

"Oh, the old man called?"

In the pavilion, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged and breathing, and with his breathing, his chest was like undulating seawater, and his body was surrounded by misty wisps of white mist, which were like a wandering horse, surrounding his body, showing a certain regular rotation.

The man opened his eyes with a hippie smile on his face, and the white mist that wrapped around him instantly dissipated and disappeared into the air.

"Really, I have to take care of all the things at home, you are good every day, just practice fishing here. The young woman glanced at her mouth and glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, but there was a lot of love in her eyes.

"My wife is sorry for you, and I will wash your feet at night. ”

Fang Tangjing got up and smiled, grabbing Ding Yao's white little hand, even though she was over forty years old, her palm was still as soft as a girl.

"Who is rare for you to wash my feet, you are also the owner of the Vermilion Bird Martial Arts Pavilion, if your group of subordinates know, they must not laugh at you. Ding Yao covered her mouth and smiled happily.

"I'm a manly husband, and he says that if he washes his daughter-in-law's feet, he will wash his feet, and whoever has an opinion will fight with me. Fang Tangjing said domineeringly, and his whole body couldn't help but reveal the majesty of a strong man.

"Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and clean up and we'll go back to the beach, by the way, I threw away the colored magazines you stored in the study, how old are they, and read those books." Ding Yao said.

Fang Tangjing's old face flushed, and he said: "My hobby when I was young, that was my youth, hey"

"When I go home this time, I'll give you a vacation to see my sister and sisters. Ding Yao said magnificently.

Fang Tangjing nodded and said, "But there is one more important thing to go back this time, the master ordered, I have to do it quickly, that kid should also come back from the Americas soon." ”

Chinese.

On February 13, there are three days left to be the Spring Festival, the biggest festival of every year in China.

The whole country and its people are immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the festival, whether it is working in a distant place, or relatives who do not usually see each other, all gathered together, and the lights were everywhere.

Located in the rolling mountains of Shaanzhou, it is still the same as usual, the only difference is that the snow covers the green mountains, adding a bit of the scene of a prosperous year.

"Nine Heavens Sword Technique!" A girl dressed in green shirts and cloth shoes, with two ponytails standing on the lawn of a mountain peak, her beautiful eyes shining with a glittering look of purple and a cyan light, the blade of the sword split the air, and where the sword was swung, the air was easily cut by the sharp blade.

There was no sound, and only after a few moments could a slight sharp sound be heard.

Every time she waved the long sword in her hand, her posture was like a butterfly wearing flowers, leaving a solidified figure out of thin air, and finally the whole mountain left more than a dozen different figures, some holding a horizontal split, some jumped up and stabbed to the sky, some bent down and picked up and finally accompanied by a girl's soft shout, all the figures and the sword shadow fused together, this sword stabbed out quietly, but it was extremely weird and sharp, a purple and blue streamer cut through the sky, in the distance, a stone about the size of a van, suddenly exploded from its center, and the chaotic times were like bullets from a sniper rifle scattered in all directions！

"I still haven't mastered the ninth form of the Nine Heavens Sword Technique, I can only exert one-tenth of my strength, I'm really a big fool. ”

There was no joy in the girl's eyes, but she was annoyed that she had not mastered this set of swordsmanship, if the master came back and saw me so stupid, he would definitely not take me with me in the future, let me stay by his side.

Thinking of this, the girl's apricot eyes showed a hint of loneliness, raised her head, looked at the sky in the distance, lightly opened her thin lips, and drank a cloud of white gas, "I don't know, when will the master come back?"

"The swordsmanship is good, you can practice this set of swordsmanship to the ninth layer in a short period of time, and your strength has also entered the high-level martial god, you have already done a good job. ”

Suddenly, in the sky, there was a faint voice, which fell on the girl's ears, making the girl stunned on the spot, and after a while, she almost danced with her hands, and her cheeks had that joy that could not be concealed, "Master, are you back?"

A blue light drew an arc-shaped afterimage in the air, and in an instant, the blue light and shadow had already appeared in front of the girl.

I could clearly see that it was a blue giant sword, and a young man was standing with his hands in his hands, with a faint smile on his face.

Person.

It was Lin Mo.

"The hosts. As soon as the girl put away the purple and green sword, she almost cried with joy, and her eyes flashed with crystal tears.

"I've been following me for two years, why are you still like a child, I like to cry at every turn. ”

Lin Mo shook his head, said with a wry smile, and then jumped lightly like a light wind and landed in front of the girl, and the Xuanyuan Sword in the sky instantly turned into a blue light and drilled into it from behind his neck.

"I saw that my master was happy, so I wanted to cry with joy. Sakurako touched her eyes, and the sword in her hand bloomed with a string of purple and cyan light, and then turned into a bell and hung on her fingers, making a crisp and pleasant sound, "Master, you are back, Sister Mengdie knows that she will be very happy." ”

"Well, come back to Stargate with me. ”

Lin Mo said, striding forward, but his footsteps fell, but in the soft snow, he didn't leave any footprints.

Sakurako smiled and followed behind, as always, two long ponytail whips fluttering.

Inside the stargate.

Outside the Starry Sky Tower, a white light appeared, and a figure appeared on the square.

"Well, I'm still on the last floor before I can step into the fourth floor. The young man's eyes sparkled with determination.

"Senior Brother Xiao, the Great Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder have all gone to the gate. A young girl called out to him.

"Oh, what's the matter!" Xiao Haiyang asked.

"It seems that the head of the house is back, I haven't seen the head yet, I heard that he is not very old. The girl said excitedly and strode towards the gate of the sect. Xiao Haiyang's eyes were full of essence, revealing surprise: "The head is back!"

Stargate.

This cultivation sect hidden in the mountains is not known to ordinary people.

The three old men with long silver hair stood at the door, and the three of them were the three elders of the Star Gate, Cheng Ying, Dong Xiangyun and Qiu Xingjian.

Behind him stood dozens of disciples of the Star Sect, including Wang Chengpeng, Xiao Xing and others all standing respectfully behind them, and on the right were a group of men and women wearing clothes that were not sectarians.

(End of chapter)