Feeling a stream of information that gave him a headache coming from the Taiqing Sage's finger, Jiang Yixuan felt that his head would explode under this flow of information.

But he understood that he had to hold on, otherwise he would have paid the kindness of the Taiqing Sage. There is no way to maximize the breakthrough of his strength.

Holding Liu Qin'er's soft thorn tightly, green tendons rose on Jiang Yixuan's forehead.

In this, there is not only the huge amount of information flow, but also the advanced level of information flow. If this information is replaced with the content of the first grade of primary school, not to mention the size of the information flow, it is doubling the number, and he will not let him frown, this is the gap in the level of information.

Looking at Taiqing's increasingly faint figure, Xuandu knelt on the ground again.

As the saying goes, the shorter the time, the more precious it can be.

If you don't care, how can you say Mei Ting to the Taiqing Sage without wasting it, don't you just don't want to hurry up and rob the beautiful part.

Looking at the pain on Jiang Yixuan's face, Xuandu's eyes were full of envy, and he also had other complicated thoughts.

To say that there is no jealousy at all is something that only a saint would probably do.

Even Taiqing would be angry, let alone ordinary people who didn't come to their level. This is not to say that ordinary people's qi cultivation kung fu is not as high as that of saints, but because ordinary people have more things to do, they are more miscellaneous, and if they don't pay attention, they will die, and they don't even give time to speak, how can they show their qi cultivation skills?

From this point of view, Xuan Du was lucky, because there was a big mountain above his head, and no one dared to threaten him, so that the qi cultivation kung fu accumulated by his many Yuan Hui had an effect.

At this time, although he had some negative emotions and some selfishness, he didn't have the idea of killing him quickly.

And now he is more reluctant to give up the Taiqing sage, and confused about the fact that he is about to shoulder the great responsibility of heaven and earth again.

Compared with these two emotions, that bit of negative emotions can be described as very small, and there is no splash at all.

Feeling the pain in her fingers, Liu Qin'er's eyes did not fluctuate, as if her body was not her own.

She didn't want to disturb Jiang Yixuan's promotion and opportunities, this kind of thing can be said to be out of reach, maybe just this time.

At least from Taiqing's actions and words, Liu Qin'er speculated that there was only one chance, and Taiqing would not be able to come back through the same method in the future.

As time went on, Liu Qin'er's face turned a lot paler, and her brows furrowed, but she still didn't make a sound, just stood still quietly.

Wei Xiaoxiao took out something from the storage artifact, stuffed it into Liu Qin'er's other hand, and said softly: "Master, you can pinch this hard to divert attention from the pain that has been being put on it." ”

Liu Qin'er was already speechless in pain, so she could only nod to Wei Xiaoxiao, indicating that she had received her heart.

Wei Xiaoxiao said to Liu Qin'er: "It's good to be able to help the master, come on, come on, teach the master a good lesson when the time comes." ”

Speaking of the back, Wei Xiaoxiao winked at Liu Qin'er, and a wicked smile appeared on her face.

Forgive her, even in pain, she can still understand the meaning in seconds.

glared at this girl who was neither big nor small, and she really didn't have any awareness of respecting the teacher. Is this kind of joke able to be made in front of her?

Even if it could, could it be opened on this occasion? I didn't see that there were three other men here, one young and two old.

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Small world, in the yard. Jiang Minghao felt the cultivation in his body, there was not much change in his eyes, he was still stunned, it seemed that it was not that he did not have mood swings, but that his face could not show mood swings.

Pan Yufei only held the brush that he had shown Jiang Yixuan, and the changes in his expression and the flickering of his eyes were much richer:

His eyes kept changing back and forth between calm and angry, and his face was also changing back and forth between self-deprecation, anger, pride, satisfaction, and calmness.

It seems that his mood at the moment is still very complicated, and he can't get rid of the scene at that time.

When Shen Xiumei lowered her head, her hair covered her expression, and no one could see what was going on.

Tang Weiwei still maintained her dignity, as if nothing had happened, and only she knew what the situation was in her heart.

Present, Chen Yulian was the only one who sighed and cleaned up the dining table and plates that she had almost eaten, and her movements did not seem to be capable of a cultivator at all, but like a lonely old man in a secular family.

In this quiet occasion, the collision between the dishes was very obvious and abrupt, but the four of them still maintained their original movements as if they did not hear it.

After everything was done, Chen Yulian sat quietly at the door, and the temperament of the lonely nest old man who was looking forward to the return of his son was even stronger.

Obviously, there were four people in the house, but now she was the only one with normal mood swings, and she was the only one waiting for him, waiting for them to return to this courtyard, and let laughter fill this courtyard.

This kind of scene is inexplicably ironic, and the light reality is so naked in front of you.

No one cared about Chen Yulian's feelings at this time, and no one would come forward to comfort Chen Yulian's estimated soul at the moment. They are all immersed in their own world, hiding and caring about what they should do.

The lifespan of an immortal is at least 5,000 years, and if there is a suitable method, it is not too much of a problem to live long live.

Obviously, Chen Yulian wanted to just wait quietly and wait for a result.

The silence and silence lasted for two minutes, and a figure appeared in the distance, and a majestic voice came at the same time:

"Old woman, what are you doing that? What about Yufei and them? “”

Hearing the voice, Chen Yulian got up and went out, walked to Pan Jian's side with cloudy eyes, and told the matter softly.

After listening to the whole story, Pan Jian, a man with a big temper, was silent.

As an eyewitness at the time, as well as as opponents, he understood what was involved.

He can make a judgment, and he can also draw an end to this farce, who would want to play down the two sides who broke up?

As the aggrieved party, Jiang Yixuan and Pan Min not only suffered a lot in the world, but now it is Jiang Yixuan who robs all this with glass blood.

During this period, how many grievances did Pan Min have, what did he want to say, what he endured, and who cared? Among the people present, who really cares about the mood of this girl who is always silent, even if she is uncomfortable, but also does her surface work?

Let's just say that Liu Qin'er, a family that has even been wiped out, in this situation, how should she deal with herself, and no one cares about the helplessness in her heart?

On the other hand, it is clear that the adults on both sides feel that they are doing the right thing, and they both insist that they are doing it for the good of both of them.

In addition to the fact that their children do not give them face, and in the end they are forced to break off the father-son relationship, how can they accept mediation, and how can they agree to end in this almost nonsense way!

"In other words, what entered my body at that time was the talisman that Yi Xuan made for us with great effort?" Standing under the scorching sun, Pan Jian spoke in a deep voice.

Chen Yulian nodded: "Yes, at that time, Yi Xuan was finishing making the talisman, and the whole person became weak. ”

"Alas! Yi Xuan has a heart! Pan Jian sighed, his eyes full of emotion.

Looking at the courtyard, Pan Jian and Chen Yulian glanced at each other, and they didn't know whether to go in or not.

On the one hand, there are your grandchildren, on the other hand, your own children and the children of your in-laws, the palms and backs of your hands are full of meat, how can you make a choice so easily!

Thinking of this, Pan Jian's brows have already wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and his temper has a tendency to explode again.

"Why are you so ignorant?" Pan Jian snorted, and his words were full of dissatisfaction.

Chen Yulian understood that in this sentence, Pan Jian was aimed at his son and daughter-in-law, as well as the two children of his in-laws who had almost suffered hardships, and there was nothing aimed at his grandchildren.

Chen Yulian also understands the reason for this, because Jiang Yixuan knows how to make talismans for the two of them, so as not to encounter danger, these four children are like four dead people, they don't say anything, they don't even have the most basic relief, from this point of view, there is immediately a high and low.

"What juniors are quarreling with, and the old man is angry, what is the reason?" With a cold snort again, Pan Jian's face became more and more ugly.

"Okay, okay, it's all your own children, bear with it!" Wen Sheng soothed Pan Jian's emotions, but Chen Yulian's heart was panicked.

What's so bad about watching your juniors have conflicts with each other? In this, whether it was Chen Yulian, who had been watching, or Pan Jian, who only learned later, they were all negatively affected by the two parties combined.

In their concept, the contradictions between the younger generations are still irreconcilable contradictions, and they have the wrong thoughts, that is, they have not taught them well, and their own problems are in the first place.

If no one solves this situation, the old man will always carry this emotional shackle.

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Standing on the top of the mountain, Pan Min, who was chatting with the young man, frowned, and there was a cold glint in his eyes: "What is Taiqing going to do?" With such a huge flow of information, if Yi Xuan doesn't stick to it, it will only be a dead word! ”

The young man also felt it, his brows wrinkled at first, and then let go: "He has no malice, but is helping him to realize the Tao faster."

For this piece of world, Taiqing is desperate enough! ”

As he spoke, the young man raised his hand and pinched a seal, and the flow of information that flew disorderly between heaven and earth was pulled to his side.

As he weaves, the flow of information gradually reveals his true face and gradually becomes regular.

Looking at the things in his hand, the young man's eyes were a little strange.

Pan Min also leaned over to take a look, and then showed a shocked expression: "With this thing, isn't the road of the Great Dao Saint in front of you!" ”