After listening to the legend of divine cultivation told by her mother Fang Mingxin in the form of sound transmission, Yan Jing was stunned at that time. "Words * love * first * hair

"Mother?"

Since Yan Jing was tightly cultivating in the Peiyuan period and couldn't use the sound transmission technique, Fang Mingxin hurriedly stopped her with his eyes.

"Jing'er, if you have any doubts, let's talk about it when you return to the mountain gate."

Yan Jing nodded obediently, but her mother's next words made her bury her face in Fang Mingxin's arms again.

"Does Jing'er like the bush leaves?"

"Mother--where is it?"

The reply that is as light as a mosquito and a fly has already shown her daughter's intentions.

In a trance, Cong Ye heard a sentence, which seemed to say who likes himself and who is it?

The leaves sometimes feel like a small grass, sometimes they feel like a big tree, and occasionally they feel like they are a rabbit lying in the grass.

Moreover, what surprised Congye even more was that the surrounding qiē, even if he didn't look at it with his heart, could clearly appear in his consciousness, even if it was just a small grass on the ground, or a leaf on a tree, swaying slightly in the breeze.

For a cave in the earth cliff, Cong Ye also saw that there were two women in it, but Cong Ye couldn't remember who the two were for a while, but it felt a little familiar.

It seems that the sentence that says that he likes himself came from the cave.

It's not that Cong Ye is not difficult to perceive a qiē in the cave, the key is that when Yan Wendao was digging this cave, considering that his daughter's cultivation was very low, he secretly used the means, and after digging the cave, he laid a simple shielding formation by the way.

Fang Mingxin knew this, but he didn't say anything to remind his daughter Yan Jing.

Subconsciously, Cong Ye wanted to lean over to see who the two people inside were and why they liked themselves.

At this time, Cong Ye could hardly remember anything, especially his personal experience.

Suddenly seeing those colorful points of light actually pass through the shielding formation laid by her husband, Fang Mingxin couldn't help but be surprised. I thought to myself, even if it was a simple formation that my husband laid out casually, but after all, my husband was a great monk in the late stage of Xiaju, how could a small bush of leaves penetrate lightly?

"Mother, he's in."

Yan Jing also found out, and found that a large number of colorful light spots in the cave were surrounded by her, and there was a tendency to probe into her clothes, and her shy and anxious eyes involuntarily arched towards her mother's arms.

"Bush Leaves!"

Fang Mingxin promptly reminded the colorful light points that entered the cave. Although the voice is not loud, it does not lose its majesty.

Hearing it, Cong Ye heard the sound that went straight to the bottom of his heart, so he immediately stopped, and quickly retreated.

Immediately, Cong Ye's body and mind sank into the surrounding nature, and he even forgot about the two people in the cave in a blink of an eye.

Time passed day by day, and soon it was three years, and Yan Jing was eighteen years old and became a slim and beautiful girl. Moreover, in the past three years, he has never left the place where Congye crossed the tribulation and was sealed by Yan Wendao.

Yan Jing, who had reached the peak of the Peiyuan period and had suppressed her internal cultivation for several years, could no longer suppress it, and finally ushered in the thunder of her advanced foundation building period.

The leaves in a trance do not feel the passage of time, but wander comfortably in nature, and the colorful points of light that only flash at night have undergone some changes, such as becoming brighter and more compact, but still do not condense into the body.

But the sudden sound of three thunders woke up the leaves that he didn't know where he was.

It was like having a short dream, and when he woke up, he stretched out his arms and kicked his legs, and found that he had no trace of his body, not to mention, his body was still composed of countless colorful points of light, and there was no trace of weight at all.

"Huh!"

Cong Ye, who was surprised, suddenly heard a girl's exclamation.

"Clump Leaves!"

Turning his head, Cong Ye realized that in the open space in front of a cave, there was a beautiful girl sitting cross-legged. Moreover, it turned out to be the familiar Yan Jing.

With a bad clump of leaves secretly in his heart, his body instantly transformed into countless colorful points of light, and spread out in all directions.

This sudden change scared Yan Jing stupidly.

After Cong Ye, who had been looking forward to it for more than three years, suddenly appeared, she found that the other party was defenseless, as a girl, Yan Jing naturally exclaimed. But then I thought about it, this was by no means intentional on the part of Cong Ye. But if you have already shouted out, you can't take it back anyway.

It doesn't matter, what matters is that his exclamation shocked the leaves into disappearing again.

Yan Jing, whose eyes were suddenly full of tears, turned her head to look around, only to find that her mother had appeared behind her at some point.

"Mother, I, I took him down again."

As the saying goes, if you care, you will be chaotic, Fang Mingxin naturally saw the scene just now, the reason why he didn't show up immediately after his daughter crossed the catastrophe was to avoid embarrassment, after all, Cong Ye was standing in front of him defenseless, so how could their mother and son be embarrassed?

However, hearing his daughter's childlike words, Fang Mingxin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Silly daughter, how can a big living person be scared by you?"

"That's, that'......."

Yan Jing also thought of her gaffe, and suddenly felt ashamed, and lowered her head vigorously.

"Daughter, wait a minute."

Fang Mingxin disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared in the same place, casually threw a piece of clothing into the bushes in front of the cave, and said in the face of the void:

"Put your clothes on first."

Yan Jing also knew that her mother was talking to Cong Ye, so she lowered her head and followed her mother back to the cave. After a while, I heard the voice of the bush leaves outside the cave that I hadn't heard for three years:

"Thank you, senior."

Cong Ye still didn't want to call Yan Jing's name, because in his consciousness, there were already two girls of his own named by this name.

"Are you alright?"

Yan Jing turned her head and asked with concern:

"Thank you, I'm fine."

Cong Ye wanted to say thank you for waiting here for three years, but when the words came to his lips, he held back. In the past three years, it is not only Yan Jing who is alone, but also her mother Fang Mingxin.

Now Cong Ye has already thought about everything, including his body being bombarded into scattered points of light by the last thunderstorm. and, a qiē that happened to me in the next three years.

"It's okay, Congye, are you going to stay here next?"

This sentence was asked by Fang Mingxin.

"Senior, I don't know where I should go?"

"If you want, you can consider coming to the Xuanyin Sect to become an elder."

When Yan Jing heard her mother say this, she was happy and a little puzzled at the same time, could it be that after Cong Ye's tribulation, her cultivation had reached such a high level? (.)

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