"This girl and Chao Chao hit it off at first sight, and they should have talked about it, but if they suddenly encountered an emergency, they would meet again if they were fated."

put away the smile on his face, and bowed to Chaoxi, his tone could not hide the regret, and before he could react, he turned around, and Chaoxi looked at the other party's back in a daze, stunned.

A no-man's land.

Qian Yan waved his hand to build a soundproof barrier, and took out a piece of aqua blue round jade pendant from a delicate purse tied to his waist, the size of his palm, with exquisite carving, and his face was ugly, and he paused for a moment before inputting spiritual power into the jade pendant.

As the aqua blue light faded, a light curtain appeared in midair.

"Yan Yan, you're really messing around."

A middle-aged man wearing a blue brocade robe, who was not confused, and who was righteous and awe-inspiring, appeared in response, his tone of voice implied anger, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his face was dark.

"Daddy!"

"This time the transmission is inevitably too eager."

Thinking of the sudden farewell with Chaoxi, the corners of her mouth stiffened, and she didn't know how to speak next time she met, looking at the middle-aged man with a dark face and condensed eyebrows in the light curtain, her tone subconsciously lowered a level, and she was a little weak.

"You still have the face to complain about your father!!"

"It's just too much of a hurry......"

"This time, you left without permission and secretly entered the world, do you know that you broke the rules, how do you ask your father to explain to other disciples? Yan Yan, how old are you, why don't you know any rules? ”

"Didn't I leave a letter when I came out?"

The middle-aged man was angry, stretched out his index finger trembling and nodded a little, and sighed helplessly.

"What a loving mother and many defeats."

"That's it! The reason why I came to transmit the sound to you today is to give you a solution to this matter, some time ago, the summoning stone suddenly brightened, presumably there is another person in the mortal world who embarked on the road of cultivating immortals, in order to prevent the turmoil in the world, I will give you as a guide to the envoy, be sure to find this person in front of other hidden sects, and the merit will be over. ”

"Hasn't the summoning stone been lit for fifteen years? The world is vast and boundless, and finding a person in it is not weaker than looking for a needle in a haystack, how does the father let his daughter find it? ”

The bottom of Yanyan's heart sank, and he felt a little uneasy.

"When the time comes, Yan Yan will not forget that this time is only allowed to succeed and not to fail, if not, he will come back immediately, and he will not be allowed to stay in the world."

"Daddy! Daddy......"

Looking at the light curtain that was unilaterally cut off, he had no love for the unknown future.

***

A place of scenic beauty.

In the exquisite pavilion, watching the man wave his hand to cut off the light curtain, the figure disappeared, and the woman's eyebrows were slightly frowning and full of worry.

"Are you okay?"

The man paused, turned his gaze to the woman, and said in a tone of concern and pride, extremely complicated.

"Do you remember the year Yan Yan was born?"

"Why don't you remember."

In the cold winter of the lunar month, the snow is flying, the world is white, the night passes and the ice covers the entire mountain stream, the next morning with the baby girl crying on the ground, the ice melts and the snow melts, the stream flows artesianly, as if the water element in a radius of 100 miles is welcoming the birth of the baby girl.

"Yan Yan has been different from others since he was a child, the elements are pure, and the cultivation speed is also several times that of him, Luo Lao once said that after eighteen years, Yan Yan should go to find his own chance, the road to cultivating immortals is already a slim chance, and the difference is thousands of miles, this is something that belongs to Yan Yan should not be missed anyway."

"How many sons are a loving mother? Well? ”

"It doesn't seem real."

……

The two were noisy and the sound was getting farther and farther away.