The next morning, the sunlight shines through the window paper and spills into the room, illuminating the new day.

Yan Lingyun exhaled a breath of turbid air and opened his eyes. After a night of Qi training, the True Qi increased again, but it was not as obvious as the first time, but it felt a little thicker.

This is also normal!

The first time I practiced refining qi, I relied on the huge accumulation of the ultimate physical body, and I was able to double my internal strength overnight. In the absence of the same supplement, the subsequent cultivation can only rely on the support of one's own physical essence.

In the middle, external forces played a role in fueling the flames, no wonder Bai Qianshan and Nangong Huaping asked him to start with the elixir, after all, the essence of the human body is replenished by grabbing foreign objects.

Yan Lingyun is not in a hurry, the ultimate physical body, without the help of external forces, should also allow him to pass through Xiao Zhoutian smoothly and smoothly, enter the Great Zhoutian to transport, and then the strength is strong, so he will follow what his mother said, to find the elixir.

He put on his boots, got out of bed, washed up briefly, and then pulled the door and walked out.

In the golden morning light, the mountains were misty and dense, everything was new, and Yan Lingyun's mood was even better.

On the kitchen on the side, cooking smoke was rising in the air, breaking the cold condensation in the air.

Yan Lingyun smiled slightly, thinking that it must be Ping'er preparing hot water for cleansing her face, so she quietly walked over, but saw that she was busy choosing vegetables and washing vegetables, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Ping'er, is this preparing to eat?"

Since he brought back the lamp oil, because he didn't need to eat, the food was rarely cooked, and unless he was hungry, Ping'er would make a few small dishes that he had planted by himself.

Hearing this, Ping'er glanced up at him and chuckled sweetly: "Well, I haven't eaten it for a while, try it."

After a pause, he looked Yan Lingyun up and down a few more times, his pretty face was slightly red, and he asked, "Young Master is dressed, but it still fits?"

Yan Lingyun stretched out his moon-white robe and said with a smile: "It's just right!"

"That's good!" Ping'er smiled and lowered her head again to get busy.

"I'll help you." Yan Lingyun said.

"No, the young master has just come back, you can go and take a walk, I'll be fine for a while." Ping'er whispered.

"Well, I'll just wait for a feast." Yan Lingyun was helpless, said something, and gradually walked away.

He stepped on the morning light, walked along the path on one side, browsed the surrounding mountains, although he had seen the scenery thousands of times, but the mood was different, and the feeling was different.

Gradually, he came to the broken cemetery garden, only to see a white figure sitting on the ground, with his temples high, with his back to him, not his mother or someone, waiting to be called, but a subtle discovery made him stunned.

The figure in front of him seemed to be sitting on the ground, but it was still a few inches off the ground, and the whole person was completely suspended on the ground. There seemed to be an invisible fluctuation around her, and the more she looked at it, the more hazy she felt.

Yan Lingyun was shocked, here and now, there is no doubt that such a figure appears as a mother, but how can a mother do this? Finally, I tried to call, "Mother?"

The person in front of him trembled slightly, seemed to retreat from a certain artistic conception, turned to look at Yan Lingyun, the corners of his mouth gradually provoked a smile, and responded with some playfulness: "Well, Ling'er is good!"

Yan Lingyun was instantly dumbfounded, this is her mother, it is Ji Jiuzhen who should have been in a coma.

She wore her hair in a bun so that she didn't recognize it from her back.

"It turned out to be a senior!" Yan Lingyun only reacted for a while.

"What seniors!" Ji Jiuzhen said dissatisfiedly, "Am I old?" ”

"Not old!" Yan Lingyun said in a sneering manner.

"How old is not old?"

“……”

Yan Lingyun was speechless, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he had to change the topic and said, "Dare to ask...... Former...... What is the relationship with Ping'er? ”

Ji Jiuzhen raised his eyebrows, a face similar to Ping'er, but it showed a strange escape and a beauty of time precipitation, and said with a smile: "What do you say?"

Yan Lingyun sighed in his heart, a little crying and laughing, didn't he move a stone to shoot himself in the foot.

Ji Jiu's true temperament, through a few words of conversation, he grasped it somewhat, and he really had to answer "carefully", and said hesitantly: "Sister?"

Ji Jiuzhen suddenly let out a series of coquettish laughter and said, "Good eyes, aren't they sisters!"

When Yan Lingyun heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said politely: "Hello sister!"

Ji Jiuzhen smiled and said lightly, Shi Shiran stood up, and said, "Bailing's breakfast is almost ready, let's go back." Say go first.

Yan Lingyun followed behind, watching her posture swing, tactful and gentle, ethereal like a fairy, but her temperament was uninhibited, innocent and natural, two extremes, kneaded into one, there was a sense of yin and yang, heaven and earth mixed elements.

This is the Ji family's heavenly machine!

It's just that Yan Lingyun suddenly remembered what Ji Wushuang said, Ji Jiuzhen was pregnant with five Jiazi and gave birth to a daughter, and now she is at least more than three hundred years old, and the difference between her and Ping'er is too big, and she can't help but feel a little weird, but when she thinks of Bailiqing's statement that "under a thousand years old is a young man", she feels relieved.

Today, the weather was good, and the meal was laid out on the flat ground in front of the house, and the four of them sat around a small wooden table, divided into four directions, and they were also happy.

Ping'er sat in the middle of Ji Jiuzhen and Nangong's painting screen, and from time to time put some side dishes into the bowls of the two, always with a smile on his face, and sometimes he would put a chopstick into Yan Lingyun's bowl opposite.

Yan Lingyun saw that Ping'er had found her relatives, and was also happy for her, and said to Ji Jiuzhen: "Sister, it's the first time to eat the food made by Ping'er, eat more."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw his mother and Ping'er stop their chopsticks one after another, looked at them with a shocked face, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Ping'er blushed and whispered, "She's my mother."

"Ahh

Yan Lingyun exclaimed in surprise, and was immediately dumbfounded.

Ji Jiuzhen giggled and said, "Ling'er is so interesting! The first time I saw that my name was my mother, it was right, so I agreed; The second time I called my sister, I was happy to hear it, and I responded; Is this the third time, I'm afraid I'm going to change my name to aunt again, it's too old-fashioned, I don't like it, my mother and sister, or you choose to call it. ”

Yan Lingyun's cheeks flushed when he heard this, and he didn't know how to make a sound.

Ping'erqiao's face turned even redder, pulled Ji Jiuzhen, and said with some shame: "Mother, how can you be like this!"

Ji Jiuzhen smiled and shouted: "You girl, what are you shy, isn't it a matter of time."

Nangong said with a smile on the side: "My sister can see Ling'er, you might as well let Ling'er call her mother, it will be a good thing in the future, and it will not be too late to change her words."

When Ji Jiuzhen heard this, he looked at Yan Lingyun and said with a smile: "Ling'er is good, call your mother to listen."

Yan Lingyun saw that it was Nangong Huaping's instructions, and he didn't fully understand the meaning, so when he recognized the door, he naturally called "kiss".

Ji Jiuzhen smiled even more, looking at Yan Lingyun, there was a kind of love in his eyes.

Ping'er was embarrassed and lowered her pretty face.

Yan Lingyun was worried about the safety of Ji Lao and the others, so he asked Ji Jiuzhen about the situation.

Ji Jiuzhen said: "Don't worry, they should return to the border city, the enemy's target is me."

Yan Lingyun was relieved when he heard this.

The four of them had breakfast, and Nangong Huaping and Ji Jiuzhen started talking. Yan Lingyun had nothing to do, so she was about to wash the clothes she had changed last night, but she was blocked by the screen that had packed up the dishes and chopsticks, so she couldn't resist her, returned to the room, and began to settle down.

But he said that Ping'er had cleaned Yan Lingyun's clothes, and when he was drying, he found the newly added complements, and his eyes couldn't help but flush.

Every complement represents a near-death life, she cleaned up the past one by one, and finally found that there was also a heart mouth, tears finally fell uncontrollably, and the slender fingers stroked the dense needle and thread, and the heart seemed to be pierced one after another.

Suddenly, she froze and paused.

On the small opening of the heart, the needle and thread are too dense, and the screen is also skillful with thread, trying to turn the clothes over, and a woman's name jumps into view.

Ji Wushuang!