Linghu Peak is the second side peak of Taiqiu Mountain, and it is also the closest side peak to the main peak of Taiqiu Mountain.

Now that the spiritual veins on Taiqiu Mountain have advanced to the fourth-order lower grade, the spiritual energy it emits has spread outward from the foot of the mountain, and has even reached the periphery of Linghu Peak.

When Li Xuangang climbed the Linghu Peak after many years, he turned around and looked at the Lingtao trees with pink peach blossoms.

And moving the line of sight up, it is Taiqiu Mountain, where the aura fluctuations have not yet subsided.

He paused for a moment at the end of the bluestone paved path, then turned and continued inside.

Passing through the verdant shrubs on both sides of the trail and arriving not far from the lake, a pretty white figure had already appeared on the trestle bridge by the lake, quietly looking at the half-opened ice heart lotus under the bridge.

As if sensing his arrival, Han Yuru suddenly turned around and looked at Li Xuangang's location.

And Li Xuangang was also walking towards this side, and Han Yuru greeted him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

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A moment later, two figures walked slowly around the lake, occasionally talking in whispers and making squirming sounds.

Whenever this happens, a huge head peeks out in the middle of the lake, see what they're doing?

The lake was not very large, and after walking for a short time, the two of them circled around it and returned to the same place.

Afterwards, Li Xuangang and Han Yuru boarded the trestle bridge on the lake and walked to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake together.

In fact, a month ago, the two of them had a brief conversation, but at that time, they were interrupted by the matter of the patriarch Li Changqing's breakthrough to the Jindan, and later the eighth uncle Li Changji had to arrange for the spiritual veins of Taiqiu Mountain to rise to the fourth order.

Therefore, what was not said at that time has been delayed to this day.

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The ice heart lotus around the small pavilion was swaying in the breeze, and the fragrance of flowers was blowing with the breeze, and Li Xuangang sat down on a wooden chair.

And Han Yuru also straightened her dress, also sat down beside him, and took out a teapot and two teacups from the coffee table between the two wooden chairs.

While making tea, she poured tea, and listened to Li Xuangang's slow narration.

Things are complicated, but she does it in an orderly manner, and the atmosphere seems to be very quiet.

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The tea had been brewed, Han Yuru put the teapot down gently, looked at Li Xuangang and asked:

"So, the patriarch has entered the Jindan realm and is now steadily cultivating, and the spiritual veins of Taiqiu Mountain have really been promoted to the fourth-order lower grade?"

Li Xuangang nodded slightly, he had already mentioned this matter by the lake just now, but a month ago, after Han Yuru left the family ancestral hall, he had been waiting for him to make an appointment, so he had never left Linghu Peak.

I didn't know about Li Changqing's retreat and stable cultivation, and even the changes in the spiritual veins on Taiqiu Mountain in the past month were only a little bit.

She had some vague speculations, but she wasn't very sure, and it wasn't until Li Xuangang told her about the spiritual veins entering the fourth order just now that she came into a trance.

A real person in the Jindan period, a fourth-order low-grade spiritual vein!

Even though Han Yuru is not very clear about the specific meaning of these two, she still understands that the Li family in Taiqiu Mountain has become a behemoth...... Well...... Although for her, the former Li family in Taiqiu Mountain was also a behemoth.

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The tea was a little hot, and when it touched the cold edge of the teacup, it turned into wisps of white mist that snaked upward.

After rising to a height, the white mist automatically dissipated, producing a faint scent of tea in the air.

Under the haze of the white mist, Li Xuangang continued to talk to Han Yuru, mainly the former was talking and the latter was listening.

Li Xuangang opened his mouth and said unhurriedly:

"I got a shop in Donghaifang City, and now Uncle Eight has sent someone to take it over!"

"Later, before I went to play the Myriad Islands, I met a monk named Zhong Yuke who was at the peak of the foundation realm...... Well, that's what I told you about that medicine garden. ”

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"Lian Chenglin, who is away from Meng Island, is a fifth-order mid-grade turtle, and he went to the Wanxing Islands to find a fifth-order spiritual vein to be the mountain gate of his new sect. ”

"The bodies of those three Jiao are dozens of feet long, and their whole bodies are as black as ink...... In the end, he was besieged by three monks of the Yuanying realm. ”

"There is a fifth-order teleportation circle between Donghaifang City and Wanxingfang City... Well, the second uncle is over there now, and the eighth uncle sent some clansmen over later. ”

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Li Xuangang talked about some of his own experiences over the years, and in the end, it was naturally the end of the operation in the Wanxing Islands.

When it comes to the war in the Wanxing Islands, it was originally thrilling and dangerous, but it seems to be influenced by Han Yuru, but he spoke very calmly, as if he was involved in a casual trivial matter.

It wasn't until he talked about the fall of the three Jiao bodies of the fifth-order middle grade that he raised his tone a little.

And Han Yuru covered her mouth in time and exclaimed, Li Xuangang glanced at her and found that she didn't care about what she said, but was very worried about the trip to the medicine garden she talked about by the lake before.

So he didn't talk any more, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and took a sip gently.

After a while, Han Yuru spoke:

"Yuru has been staying on Taiqiu Mountain all these years, but she doesn't know that there are so many dangers in the outside world. As Li Daoyou said, Zhong Yuke, Lu Pingchuan, Shen Liuyue and the like are even more sinister. ”

"If I had encountered it, I might have already fallen, and it would not be easy for you to escape from the many schemes. ”

When Li Xuangang heard the word "escape", he seemed to think of the scene again, so the hand holding the teacup paused unconsciously, but Han Yuru didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with his actions at the beginning, and his words were full of words praising him.

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The ice-blue lotus flowers bloom in the lake, and the turquoise lotus leaves reflect each other, and the light light and shadow appear on the surface of the lake, which looks very beautiful.

At this time, Han Yuru was talking about his experience over the years, while Li Xuangang was listening quietly.

Many years have passed since the two of them separated in Xijin City, and Li Xuangang has just told her a lot of things, her experience in Donghaifang City, and her experience in the Wanxing Islands.

But when it came to herself, Han Yuru found that she didn't seem to have anything to talk about, which was cultivation and alchemy.

The only thing that has made waves is that his cave mansion has been moved from Taiqiu Mountain to this Linghu Peak.

It wasn't until the end, under Li Xuangang's reminder, that she remembered that she had just broken through to the ninth layer of qi refining a year ago.

"Has Han Keqing ever thought about building a foundation?"

Speaking of cultivation, Li Xuangang suddenly asked softly!

Han Yuru's eyes lit up, but then it darkened again, pursed her lips and did not speak.

She also picked up the teacup and put it close to her lips, and then spoke softly:

"Yuru's talent is mediocre, and she is not sure about building a foundation, huh...... Yuheng told me about it some time ago... Retreat breaks through the foundation...... But I ......"

She spoke incoherently, and in the end she couldn't say it anymore. So Li Xuangang spoke at the right time, and he said:

"There are now more than six hundred people in the family, most of them are Qi Refining Stage cultivators, and only a few of them can cultivate to the ninth level of Qi Refining. ”

"Even if you look at the entire cultivation realm, there are only a few people who can successfully break through to the ninth layer of qi refining in their lifetime. Most of the monks could only be trapped in the sixth or seventh layer of Qi refining, and they were not allowed to advance an inch for the rest of their lives. ”

"Since Han Keqing can successfully break through to the ninth layer of qi refining, why don't you try it and enter the next great realm?"

Hearing this, Han Yuru's eyes widened, her long eyelashes covered it, and a faint blush appeared on both sides of her fair face.

Her mouth opened lightly, revealing her fine white teeth.

Li Xuangang was a little stunned for a while, but after coming back to his senses, he saw her shock, so he continued:

"Even if you can't make a breakthrough once, if you break through again, your lifespan is still long, and there are still several opportunities to break through. ”

A hint of agility appeared in Han Yuru's eyes, and she replied:

"Does Li Daoyou believe that I can break through to the foundation building realm?"

Li Xuangang looked at her serious look, Qiu Er turned his head, looked at the Xuangui who was lying on the edge of the small pavilion with his paws and eavesdropping, raised his right hand and pointed at it, and said in a slightly smiling tone:

"This guy can enter the third-order middle grade, Han Keqing, why can't you enter the foundation building realm. ”

Han Yuru's face was stunned, and she turned her head to look at the Xuan Turtle who didn't know what was going on.

After a while, he looked at Li Xuangang and smiled, revealing the shallow dimples on both sides of his face, and then asked softly:

"Hmm... Well... How can this be the same?"

Li Xuangang smiled silently, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

The turtle on the side, which was regarded as a metaphor, tilted its head slightly, with some doubts in its eyes, and it thought to itself:

"Why do these two always say things that they don't understand!"

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The sun rose and dispelled the mist that shrouded the peak of Linghu Peak, and the conversation between Li Xuangang and Han Yuru continued, as if the two had endless topics to talk about.

The two chatted for a while, and talked about the first time they met, when Li Xuangang almost slashed with a sword.

Then he talked about the riverside parting outside Xijin City later.

When she recalled this, Han Yuru was a little sad, and she returned to her usual soft and weak appearance.

Finally, after a pause, Han Yuru mustered up the courage to tell Li Xuangang about her conversation with Li Yuheng.

"A long time ago, I never thought I would like someone. ”

"Originally, I thought that the peach blossoms on the mountain would be beautiful, but since you left, I don't think that way anymore!"

"Actually, I used to think that Xuangang you also liked me, but maybe... It's my mistake!"

"Xuangang, you just told me so many things, in fact, I didn't listen to any of them, and it was already very good that you appeared in front of me at this moment. ”

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Han Yuru said a lot, and it could be seen that she really mustered up a lot of courage, but when she talked about the back, she calmed down again, as if she was explaining a very ordinary thing.

Li Xuangang was stunned for a moment at first, and then his face returned to normal, just sitting in place and listening quietly.

When Han Yuru finished saying the last sentence, she suddenly stood up, walked to the railing of the small pavilion, looked at the mist by the lake like cirrus clouds, paused for a while, turned around and looked at Li Xuangang, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and said with a little seriousness and a little playfulness in her tone:

"Li Jiu Daoyou, let's get married!"

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If the people are like a rainbow, they will know that there is one above!

Li Xuangang looked ahead, paused for a moment, put the teacup in his hand back on the coffee table, and then got up from the wooden chair, walked to the worried Han Yuru, suddenly spread his hands, and hugged her into his arms in the latter's surprise.

The blue waves are like mirrors, and the upper circle ripples, the blue ice heart lotus swayed in it, and the turtle quietly sank its head into the water.

The hazy mist has risen again at some point, and the picture is frozen, and the artistic conception is beautiful, like an ink landscape painting.

The faint fragrance on Han Yuru's body penetrated into her nose, and she could still feel her delicate skin through the thin clothes, and even her panicked heartbeat.

Li Xuangang lowered his head and said softly:

"Good. ”

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In the quiet hour, outside Han Yuru's cave mansion, Li Xuangang hugged her for the last time.

There was a pact between the two of them, and it was a secret pact that only they knew.

Then, after Han Yuru stood on tiptoe and kissed her cheek gently, Li Xuangang walked down the mountain along the path of Linghu Peak.

Passing through the clansmen who were opening up a new spiritual field at the foot of the mountain, he turned into a ray of light and returned to his cave.

This day, in his long monastic career, was destined to be a little unusual!