Cui Weiming carefully talked about the things in the cave with Lou Qianshan on the main peak.

Many puzzles have also been solved, such as on Changhong Peak, the elder's death was killed by Zhao Haotian secretly firing a poisonous needle, not the spirit scorpion kicked by Feng Xiaohan relying on the residual toxin to sting to death.

The giant pill in the clear stream was not aimed at the wild chrysanthemum in the small town under the mountain, but was to block the Changming spiritual vein and invalidate the Great Sect Protector Array.

Those demonic monks in the Changming Sect were transported up the mountain in bamboo baskets when the diners purchased ingredients, and sent them out through the exchange of ingredients between the peaks, and then lurked in the cellars of the peaks, and some had even been dormant for half a year.

After Cui Weiming left, he arrived at Changhong Peak as soon as possible, but Liu Panpan was not here, which made him very distressed.

"Don't blame me for not fulfilling my father's responsibilities for more than ten years, and I don't want to see my ......"

"Panpan Dao's heart is harmonious, and his mental cultivation has been completed, so I won't blame you for this. ”

Xia Yu patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Maybe something happened on the way back, so it's delayed." ”

Cui Weiming swallowed, looked at the peaks in the distance, and muttered, "Then wait a little longer." ”

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Liu Panpan and Chen Feng came to the place where they fought with Yan Rumo, only to see that there were dark and withered trees everywhere, which had obviously been eroded by the poison.

Yan Rumo was lying in the bushes, the dark blood had already coagulated around his body, his face still maintained the frightened face before death, and the broken bones exposed on his chest looked extremely terrifying, and his death was very miserable.

Liu Panpan couldn't help but look at her hands, only to see her hands into claws, and her fingertips revealed a penetrating green color under the refraction of the sun.

It's just that the flesh on the palm of her hand has begun to rot, emitting a foul smell, and the poison on her fingertips has nowhere to release after her death, so it attacks directly on her hand.

Chen Feng felt the residual breath in the air and was silent for a while, then waved his hand and shot out the sword qi to shatter Yan Rumo's skull, and under the splash of blood, a dark bead fell out.

"It feels like ...... The poison of the ink candle. ”

Liu Panpan looked at the black gas on the beads and said, "Could it be that this is the poisonous bead of the ink candle?"

"Well, this is indeed the Ink Candle. ”

Chen Feng held up the poison bead in the air with his vitality, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "Then this should be the source of the poison of the ink candle, Yan Rumo's natural poisonous body actually relies on this magic weapon to release poison, can't the ink candle even be imitated by her?"

Liu Panpan looked at Chen Feng and said, "It's better to give the poison bead to Uncle Shi, maybe it can help configure the antidote." ”

Chen Feng nodded slightly, but then fell into deep thought.

Liu Panpan asked strangely, "Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Feng looked at her and asked seriously, "Xiao Han, is he using the Lingshou Spring Water Sword?"

Liu Panpan thought for a while, and then said, "Exactly." ”

Chen Feng asked again: "But you said that he made a total of two swords, the first sword of the Lingshou Spring Water Sword was to save you, so what kind of swordsmanship was the second sword used to kill Yan Rumo?"

The air here was heavily intertwined with three kinds of sword intent, one was Liu Panpan's wind hanging in the forest, the other was the eight swords of the landscape, and the rest of the sword intent was very ethereal and extremely subtle, which seemed to be quite similar to the sword intent he felt in the place where Cui Weiming and Zhao Haotian had fought in front of the library pavilion.

Liu Panpan thought for a while and said: "Senior Brother Feng, he is out of the air, I haven't seen a sword move, I can't recognize what kind of sword it is based on the sword intent alone, I think it should be some kind of mysterious swordsmanship of Qingzhu Peak." ”

Chen Feng nodded slightly, and said in his heart: "This sword intent is full of the realm of the hero's twilight and sunset, could it be a sword coming from the west?"

Chen Feng took out a crystal locket, put the poison bead into the box with a wave of his hand, and then shot out the Dao sword qi stabbing into the ground, after the two left, the sword qi exploded under the ground, and the soil lifted up buried Yan Rumo.

There is a place to bury the dead, this is the last mercy of Changming Sect to the mountain attackers.

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Liu Panpan returned to Changhong Peak, and when he came to the foot of the peak and was about to go up the mountain, he stopped, quietly looking at the end of the stone steps, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yixing screamed softly at her feet, and her milk voice was very cute, but the look of embarrassment in her eyes was distressing, and she couldn't help but want to take it into her arms and comfort her.

She knew that Cui Weiming was in Changhong Peak at this time, waiting for her return, this biological father she had never seen had just cleared his name and returned to the mountain.

But what about her mother?

The dignified princess of the dynasty, a famous person in the cultivation world, also gave birth to a daughter to him, but he has not had a name for more than ten years, and even came to Changming Mountain to find him with a bad name, and his words are not good.

And he used to love so many women.

Is such a father really worthy of his mother's love and respect?

So she hesitated, did she want to see him?

Liu Panpan has a harmonious heart, except for the master and Xiao Rou'er, few people can see through her emotions, Yixing can face people's hearts and accompany her day and night, can see through her heart, and naturally worry about her.

The most difficult thing in the world is not the world, but the family.

Liu Panpan picked up Yixing, stroked its soft hair, his eyes brightened again, and his heart was clear.

She is the daughter of the princess of the dynasty, and after the Changming Wizard, the closed disciple of Changhong Peak, no matter which one is taken out, she can run rampant.

But none of these identities mattered, the important thing was that she was a cultivator and would dedicate her life to the Great Dao. And Dadao only asks about himself in front of him, regardless of his background, so the so-called fatherly and maternal love she has never thought about.

The love-hate entanglement between her parents is just an old thing from the previous generation, and it has nothing to do with herself.

So why think so much now?

It's just that his biological father left before and is back now.

She walked up the stone steps step by step, and the disciples she met on the way greeted her cordially, and she responded one by one, as usual.

Liu Panpan came to the attic at the top of the peak and knocked on the door.

Xia Yu's voice came out and said, "Xiao Panpan, come in." ”

There are two breaths in the door, one is the master's, and the other breath is as long as the master's.

She had never seen it before, but it felt so familiar.

Liu Panpan knew who it was, and when he opened the door, it was when the father and daughter recognized each other, and ordinary people would tremble with excitement at this time, and even burst into tears.

But she was very calm, her raised hand did not tremble at all, and the emotions in her eyes did not change at all.

Outside the attic, the breeze caressed, the shadows of the trees swayed slightly, and her dress fluttered, like a fairy, blending with the surrounding scenery, like a beautiful picture.

A leaf fell from mid-air and lay quietly at her feet, adding to the beauty of the picture.

Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, not because he had seen the world, but because of the peace in his heart, this is Liu Panpan.

The inner realm that all cultivators are looking for is just a slightly more beautiful scenery for her.

She pushed the door,

Then salute.

"Meet the master...... Father. ”

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