There is a white moon hanging in the sky, clear and clear, the deep mountain old forest of Yeqi Mountain from time to time came out of the trivial chirping of autumn insects, a cool night breeze blows, Yeqi Mountain does not know how many yellowed autumn leaves have fallen.

Yang Huaiping and his entourage appeared in the huge pit smashed by the meteorite, and after seeing this familiar scene in front of him, Yang Huaiping couldn't help shouting excitedly, "I, Yang Huaiping, are finally back, this feeling is so happy!"

With a roar from Yang Huaiping, the birds living in the surrounding forests were disturbed and scattered in all directions, and when he came back to his senses, Yang Huaiping found that the people around him were looking at him with a surprised look.

Yang Huaiping smiled awkwardly at everyone and said, "Everyone go to Qingluan's back, and I'll take you to meet my daughter-in-law!"

Hearing this, Bai Qiulian, Nie Xiaoqian, and Qianqian all showed a look of displeasure on their faces, but they looked at Yang Huaiping's unprecedentedly happy smile, and they didn't say anything one by one, and walked to Qingluan's back one after another.

Yang Huaiping took out the origami fan inlaid with gold wire on his waist, and he fanned it and directed Qingluan to fly to the Chanjuan Temple, which was at the peak of incense, with tall eaves and teeth, and was simple and elegant.

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At this time, in the Chanjuan Temple where the incense is curling, a face is still a little immature, the young Taoist priest of about 20 is dancing the sword in the Chanjuan Temple, his movements are light and agile and fast, the moves are flexible and changeable, sometimes like a white snake spitting letters, sometimes like a dragon going out to sea, sometimes like a drizzle, sometimes like a storm, people are dazzled, dizzying.

Next to the young Taoist priest stood a middle-aged woman with a face that had been carved by the years, shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a cup of tea in her hand.

The middle-aged woman looked at the energetic young Taoist priest and said, "Xi'er, you're tired of practicing swords, I poured you a cup of tea, come over and drink a little!"

The young Taoist priest returned the sword with his dexterous hand, he took the sword behind him three steps and walked to the middle-aged woman, the young Taoist priest took the tea and drank it all and said, "Mother, when do you say my father will come back!"

The middle-aged woman's eyes were a little gloomy and said, "I don't know, maybe it's a year, maybe it's ten years, maybe it's a lifetime and I won't come back!"

The young Taoist priest realized that he had inadvertently said the wrong thing, and he immediately fell silent and fell into silence.

At this time, Qingluan flew to the gate of Chanjuan Temple, Yang Huaiping jumped off Qingluan's back, he stared at the people on Qingluan's back and said in a slightly cool tone: "You are all waiting here, I will pick you up in a while!"

Qianqian pouted and said, "Brother Yang, but it's ......"

Yang Huaiping sighed heavily, and he said in a deep voice: "There is nothing to do, Qianqian listen to me!"

While speaking, Yang Huaiping walked into the Hanshan Temple, and he happened to see Shen Qinglian, who had become a woman after years of baptism, and the young Taoist priest beside her.

In an instant, a sadness suddenly surged into Yang Huaiping's heart, tears quietly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and Yang Huaiping shouted: "Qinglian, I'm back!"

After hearing this familiar and unfamiliar voice, Shen Qinglian subconsciously turned around and looked towards the source of the sound, and in an instant, she saw Yang Huaiping with tears streaming down her face.

When the memory faded, when the light passed, when the red face was old, the scenes of the past swept through the minds of the two like a tide, their eyes met, long and distant, as if time was frozen at this moment.

The young Taoist priest seemed to feel something from the eyes of the two, and he said to the middle-aged woman with a puzzled expression: "The donor who just came in can't be ......."

The middle-aged woman nodded, and at this time, Yang Huaiping's figure flashed to Shen Qinglian's side and hugged her tightly, and he said softly: "Qinglian, over the years, you have aged a lot, you must have suffered a lot!"

Shen Qinglian said in a calm tone: "This person, he will always be old, since you didn't say goodbye, there has been no news, I waited for so long and you didn't come back, I thought I would never see you again in this life!"

Yang Huaiping stared at Shen Qinglian and said with a serious expression: "Qinglian, I am only one big realm away from cultivating now to be able to soar to immortal, it is not difficult for me to restore your youth!"

Shen Qinglian looked at Yang Huaiping in surprise, and she said in a deep voice: "Huaiping, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true, I can not only help you restore your appearance, but also help you prolong your life, as long as I live for one day, I will never allow you to leave me!" Yang Huaiping said with a determined face.

Shen Qinglian smiled happily, she pointed at the young Taoist priest and said, "He is our son, Xi'er!"

Yang Huaiping let go of Shen Qinglian, who was hugging, he walked to the young Taoist priest and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Little rabbit cub, who made you a Taoist priest, Lao Tzu still expects you to continue the incense for me!"

The young Taoist priest scratched his head a little honestly, and he said with a straight face: "Father, I am leading the hair to practice, and I can return to the vulgar!"

Yang Huaiping muttered: "It's pretty much the same, wait for your dad and I to take you to the nunnery for a few laps, how about finding a few beautiful little nuns for you to be daughters-in-law!"

After hearing Yang Huaiping's words, Xi'er couldn't help but blush, but Shen Qinglian spoke: "Huaiping, you're a bit of a father, okay, don't take Xi'er badly!"

At this time, Yang Huaiping pursed his lips and said to Shen Qinglian with an embarrassed expression: "Qinglian, there are still a few people outside, I'll take you to meet them!"

Shen Qinglian glanced at Yang Huaiping, and she said in a deep voice: "I knew that this guy you were a stealing cat, let's go, I want to see which women you have hooked up with over the years!"

Yang Huaiping hugged Shen Qinglian and kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thank you daughter-in-law for your magnanimity!"

Shen Qinglian pushed Yang Huaiping away, and she said in a deep voice: "Xi'er is here, don't be ashamed here!"

Immediately, Yang Huaiping took Shen Qinglian and Xi'er out of the door of Chanjuan Temple to pick up Bai Qiulian and the others.

After the group saw Shen Qinglian's somewhat old face, they all seemed to understand why Yang Huaiping asked them to wait outside Chanjuan Temple.

Yang Huaiping wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, he made a mutual introduction to everyone, and after a few words of greeting, Yang Huaiping took them into the Hanshan Temple.

Shen Qinglian and Xi'er set up a table in the quiet and elegant Chanjuan Temple, and they placed some melons and fruits on the table, as well as some vegetarian food to entertain the group.

Yang Huaiping suddenly thought of something, and he said to the group of people at the table: "You guys stay here for a while, I'll go out!"

As he spoke, Yang Huaiping swept past an afterimage and ran towards the shop in Yeqi Village.