Although most of the brothers and sisters on Moganshan were raised by Wang Shusheng, Mo Shanshan knew very well that if he counted all these people, he might not be able to compare to Tang Ning in Wang Shusheng's heart. Of course, preference is always unreasonable, and even though it may make people feel a little uncomfortable, it doesn't change that fact.

In the territory of the Great River Country, a crimson figure is soaring in the mountains and mountains, as a relatively well-known creature in this world, the crimson is considered to be thunderous to many people. After all, as a bird on the second floor of the academy, its reputation was not only as powerful as the Seven Realms, but its belonging was the beginning of its fame.

The battle that has been written into the annals of history more than ten years ago has long been destined for the academy to become the highest and unattainable mountain in the entire world, and on that peak, Mr. Fourth of the academy is undoubtedly another peak. As Downing's 'pet', Squeak has naturally been heard of by people in the world.

Three years ago, there were rumors that there was a cloud of fire spreading over the South China Sea, which immediately shocked the whole world. As the most powerful country in the world, Datang bore the brunt of the task of exploring. After the investigation, Datang issued an inscription to confirm that the spread of the fire cloud was done by Squeak, and the world's perception of Squeak, a pet, became more profound.

Just like the world knows about the academy and the four gentlemen of the academy, although it is widely known, few people have seen it, so at this moment, it is over the mountains and mountains, even if it makes a lot of noise, no one knows it.

The squeaky huge red golden eyes looked down on the mountains, rivers and mountains, and many people who were full of shock, the sharp sword-like beak opened and closed slightly, and the bright and crisp chirps echoed in the empty heaven and earth, until the huge figure disappeared, and the chirp still endured.

As if the chirping had the power to tear souls, many people covered their ears and knelt down to cry out in pain, and after a long time, when the chirp gradually faded away, they all left in a hurry. They walked in as haste as they came.

The squeak, which had already come to the vicinity of Mogan Mountain, slowed down, and its huge wings were covered with crimson feathers, which swayed slightly in the wind like a burning flame. At the foot of Mogan Mountain, the disciples who guarded the mountain gate naturally saw the arrival of this behemoth, but they were not afraid of it.

On the contrary, they are young and loving, and when they see the squeak, they all cheer.

Squeaked feet on the ground, the thick claws of the bird, easily submerged into the rocks, a pair of wings waving in the wind, suddenly stirred twice, a gust of wind was generated, and then shook the wings and then chirped softly, and the huge bird's head looked back behind him.

On the squeaky back, a small man yawned and rubbed his sleepy-eyed eyes, and then his feet stepped on the air, slowly descending to the ground like a staircase.

The villain is not enough to squeak high, and that fleshy little face seems to have been disturbed by a dream.

It's just that his dissatisfaction was quickly overwhelmed by a group of disciples of Yingying Yanyan of the Ink Pond Garden, and the small figure was surrounded by ten female disciples in the center, and under a pair of hands full of warmth, the villain struggled to show a smile.

In this way, a group of female disciples surrounded the villain, followed by the behemoth Squeak, and walked towards the ink pond garden.

After a while, the villain seemed to be unable to stand the enthusiasm of the girls anymore, and looked towards Squeak. The latter understood the villain's eyes for help, but it couldn't help, so he narrowed his eyes slightly, pretending not to see.

Seeing this, the villain could only shake his head indignantly, in addition to feeling in his heart that he was not ladylike when he met a bird, he could only let a pair of big hands caress his head wantonly.

In the side hall of the mountain behind the ink pond garden, the villain said extremely dissatisfied: "Squeak, you are too unrighteous, how can you just throw me at the gate of the mountain?" Didn't you say that you were going to fly directly to grandpa? ”

Squeak's eyes closed, and the whole bird stood there motionless as if it were a sculpture. Seeing this, the villain spat shamelessly, and then put away the displeasure on his face, and then asked.

"Squeak, who were those people before?"

There was a soft squeak, and then the villain fell silent and said no more. After all, those people were just ordinary cultivators, perhaps full of curiosity about squeaks, so they approached this person and a bird. As for whether there would be danger, the villain smiled, and immediately looked at the old man who slowly walked into the lobby.

At this time, Wang Lang is no longer the high-spirited book saint he was twenty years ago. He was hunched back, his face was full of wrinkles, his long silver-white hair was messy, his eyes should have been full of energy, but they were also slightly gray, and his pure white clothes were still stained with a little ink at this time, his emaciated body was slightly swaying when he walked, and the whole person looked a little sluggish.

Wang Lang looked up at the villain, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he walked towards the villain. It's just that maybe the steps were bigger, which made his steps vain, and he stumbled a few times unsteadily, until Squeak came to him, and the huge wings opened to stabilize Wang Lang.

Wang Lang seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and after standing firm, he pushed his squeaky wings away. After taking a deep breath, he cheered up, and then said in a deep voice: "Xiao An, grandpa is really old. ”

Looking at the dry smile on the old man's face, Tang An was silent for a moment, and then came to Wang Lang, stretched out his hands to hold the old man's waist, and said like a child: "Grandpa is not old." ”

Wang Lang smiled, he reached out and stroked Tang An's head, and said with a little nostalgia: "You are very similar to your father, in order to make your grandfather happy, he did not hesitate to disguise himself as a child." ”

Tang An was silent, his arms holding Wang Lang were a little stiff, he raised his head to look at Wang Lang, and said with curiosity: "Grandpa, what kind of person is my father?" ”

Wang Lang hugged Tang An, originally wanting to pick him up, but his weak body was no longer enough to support him to complete this simple action.

He's old, and he's dying.

In fact, as a cultivator, Wang Lang is already over 100 years old, and as a rune master, this is already a representative of longevity.

If it weren't for the battle that changed the world sixteen years ago, if it weren't for the rewards he received after changing the heavens and the earth, he might have been buried in the earth.

When it comes to life and death, Wang Lang naturally sees it very openly, and there will always be an end to the day when people live for a lifetime.

If it weren't for the cultivators who had entered the Eight Realms, everyone would have died, and it was only a matter of time or time.

Therefore, he is not afraid of death, what he is afraid of is that he will not see Tangning return until he dies!

Tang An obviously also knew Wang Lang's thoughts, although he was only six years old, he was born with extraordinary intelligence.

Whatever it is, he can easily comprehend it with just a glance. Many six-year-olds have not yet learned how to count, and they have already learned all the classics in the old library of the college.

Tang An's talent is so strong that even the master has to be amazed. In addition to the six arts of the gentleman, Tang An's strongest thing is his cultivation talent! Perhaps because of his childishness, if he met a cultivator he didn't know, he would probably never believe that the boy with a baby fat face in front of him was already a great cultivator of the highest grade in the Six Realms.

And this is also the biggest reason why the academy and Mo Shanshan are willing to let him come to Moganshan to pick up people, after all, the cultivation system of this world has long been reforged, except for those who have already embarked on cultivation, everyone is cultivating the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force.

In the past sixteen years, Tang An has been the first person to enter the path of cultivation without a doubt.

As a spirit beast comparable to a cultivator of the Seven Realms, squeaky following is the foundation of the academy's true peace of mind. Of course, since the Great War, this place has not been very dangerous for cultivators.

Except for the occasional friction between several major countries on the mainland, the four major cultivation forces led by Ye Su, Daoshi, Liu Bai, and Master have all disappeared. The friction between several countries is a trivial matter after all, except for a very small number of cultivators, the vast majority of the army is still composed of ordinary people.

Even if it was as strong as the Great Tang Dynasty, it would be impossible to build an army full of cultivators. In this situation, Tang An and Squeak naturally would not be in the slightest danger.

It was Tang An who was mature and intelligent enough that he didn't make a sound. After all, he understood that his grandfather was missing his father, and although he didn't have much affection for this unmasked father, he was not disgusted.

On the contrary, because he is familiar with the classics of the old library, he has a deep understanding of his father's excellence.

It is precisely like this that he is also like a grandfather, waiting for the scene when the father and son meet.

"Grandpa, shall we go? Uncle said that grandpa has been unwell recently, so we should leave early. When I go back to the academy, I can ask for help from the eleventh master. The eleventh uncle is very powerful, he will definitely help his grandfather take care of his body. ”

Wang Lang woke up from his thoughts, and after smiling, he took Tang An's hand and said softly, "Okay." ”

Half an hour later, Wang Lang and the others spread their wings with a squeak and disappeared into the air. Wang Lang looked towards Moganshan, and tears came out of his slightly dry eyes. Tang An didn't say a word, he didn't say anything to comfort, but with a wave of his right hand, a yuan force burst in the air, and immediately turned into a huge bubble, enveloping the two of them.

Wang Lang couldn't feel the cold, and glanced at Tang An, who was also hidden in the bubble, and the corners of his mouth curled.

In order to take care of the feelings of the elderly, Tang An was naturally cautious, for example, he was obviously not afraid of the cold, but he still did not put himself outside the bubbles. After all, he didn't want Wang Lang to feel that he was old.

"Xiao An, your father has been away for so long, have you ever hated him?"

After a long silence, Wang Lang asked slightly. When Tang An heard this, he subconsciously wanted to veto, but his open mouth failed to make a sound.

Seeing this, Wang Lang patted Tang An on the shoulder, immediately looked somewhere, and asked, "Do you know where that is?" ”

Tang An nodded, and Wang Lang continued: "You naturally know about those things back then, but what is recorded in the annals is not enough in case, for example, this little thing is that after your father broke through the Five Realms, he was forced to stab a sword into the sky in order to cut off the monitoring of the Book of Heaven. ”

Tang An had actually heard this story, after all, he could communicate with Squeak, and Squeak had already informed him of this, but Tang An still asked expectantly: "And then?" ”

That sword cut off the monitoring of the Book of Heaven, and also cut off the monitoring of the goddess of him. As Haotian, of course, she is undoubtedly powerful, how can she endure the provocation of others, that is, after she fought back, the current holy land of Buddhism was formed. And Squeak is the only living creature in that holy land that survives the wrath of heaven. ”

Tang An said loudly: "Is he really so powerful? ”

"Yes, your father is the most powerful man in the world."

"What about the Master?"

"Master, Master, Master is not as good as him."

Looking at Wang Lang, who was proud and looked much better than before, Tang An couldn't help but smile. It's just that, in his opinion, and in the book, his father is not the strongest.

He knew that sixteen years ago, after he took the goddess into the heavenly tomb, he disappeared, and the goddess who walked with him was the strongest person in this world. His father, at most, was in third place.

It's just that Tang Ning is grandpa's adopted son after all, and he is so proud, which really proves that he is good enough. ’

On the other side, the master who was leisurely in front of the Jueyi Building of Tongtian Peak glanced angrily in the direction of the Ink Pond Garden.

Speaking of this, Wang Shusheng's heart was even more longing, he raised his head and wanted to ask, but he knew very well that the sky here was long gone.

She went with him, and she was gone for sixteen years.

PS: That's it tonight, the state is not good, and the thinking is intermittent and uncomfortable.