The bright moon hangs high on the top of Shouyang Mountain, the bonfires are lit in the plain below the mountain, the red dust is just beginning, Yang Jiao is sitting on the top of the mountain, and Yang Wei'er is sitting next to him, wrapped in a thick blanket.

Yang Jiao couldn't make up his mind at the moment, what should he do, if he practiced silently, then what should Wei'er do.

She doesn't have her mother to take care of her, if she also goes to retreat, do you want to leave her alone in Shouyang Mountain?

The teacher and Xuan are both otaku, and they don't have a few words all year round, and they also need to cultivate, and sometimes the realization comes, and it is normal to enter the set for a hundred and ten years.

How can I endure it and let her survive alone, but if I don't cultivate, if I am in trouble in the future, how can I fulfill the responsibility of a qualified husband.

Although there is less and more separation from Houtu, the love between the two people does not come from a distance, but now she really can't become her weakness.

Living in the world of gods and demons, if you can't be strong, then you have love, and you can only harm others and yourself, and you haven't understood this before.

He also took the thinking of being a man as the leader, and he married Houtu as a smart one, and now he understands the rules of survival of immortals, but he has completely fallen in love with the gentle and tolerant goddess.

Yang Wei'er looked at the uncomfortable Yang Jiao, and said crisply, "Father, what's wrong with you? ”

Yang Jiao's heart warmed up instantly, dragged Wei'er up, put it on his lap, and said softly, "Good boy, you are so sensible, how can your father be angry with you? ”

Yang Wei'er's two white and tender little hands were placed on Yang Jiao's face, and he asked, "Is Houtu Niang's mother Wei'er's mother?"

Yang Jiao said with some hesitation, "Yes, right." ”

Wei'er smiled happily and said, "Houtu Niang said the same, then father, you go and cultivate well, you will have to protect your mother and Wei'er in the future." Don't worry, there is grandpa and uncle, and there are little ginseng to play with me, Wei'er is very obedient, father can rest assured. ”

Yang Jiao unconsciously burst into tears and hugged his daughter tightly, at this moment, he realized that the person who was a father was so fragile.

In the distance of the Eight Views Palace, the Moral Saint Venerable sighed and muttered, "Idiot, the way of heaven is fixed, and the general trend is difficult to change." I'm ashamed of my teacher."

The next day, when the sun was rising and the purple gas was filled, Yang Jiao took Wei'er to the front of the Bajing Palace, walked into the main hall, and said to the ground, "Master, the disciple wants to enter the Bagua Furnace to cultivate." ”

The Moral Saint Venerable said, "You have thought about it, the Bagua Furnace is its own world, and since the Gossip of the Heavenly Heavens has never been born, although the teacher can forcibly open it.

However, it will mess up the foundation of the human race, so if you enter the Bagua Furnace to cultivate at this time, then you will have to face the uncontrollable chaos gossip.

This kind of extreme realm cultivation, the outside world can't interfere, even if you give up the gossip furnace for the teacher to save you, your foundation will be destroyed eighty percent, you can understand. ”

Yang Jiao nodded and said firmly, "Disciple understands, Master, please take care of Wei'er on your behalf." ”

The Moral Saint Venerable sighed and said, "The heart of heaven is easy to understand, but the heart of man is unpredictable. As soon as the thought arises, it is helpless. ”

With a move of the hand, a copper-colored gossip furnace appeared in front of everyone's eyes, quiet and simple, and the atmosphere was extremely restrained.

Wei'er couldn't help but hold Yang Jiao's hand, and said with bright big eyes that wanted to cry, "Father, you don't have to worry about Wei'er, you have to be careful yourself, Wei'er will wait for you to come back early." ”

Yang Jiao nodded, let go of his daughter's hand with some trembling, and walked towards the gossip furnace silently, he didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare to look back.

He knew that opening his mouth would dissipate his determination, and he would lose his courage when he turned back, and now he couldn't even protect his lover, and if he didn't work hard, how could he be so powerless if his daughter needed protection in the future.

Wei'er's eyes were full of crystal tears, but she never endured it, her little hands tightly twisted her skirt, her fingers turned white, but she couldn't bear it.

He knew that his father must be much more uncomfortable than her, his father loved her so much, how could she let her father lose his courage, and besides, Wei'er loved his father the same, even if he was reluctant, he had to hold back and not cry.

The Moral Saint Venerable is a person with great perseverance and determination, but he is not used to seeing this kind of scene, so he shook his hand and played the trick, and Yang Jiao instantly fell into the gossip furnace.

For a time, the heaven and the earth were upside down, and it was difficult to distinguish between the eight directions, and some people said that the gossip furnace was a magic weapon, or an innate spiritual treasure.

Actually, no, the Bagua Furnace is, after Pangu used the Taiji Diagram to suppress the earth, water, wind and fire, the various forces left in the Taiji Diagram fused into eight special energies.

It is made of innate Xuanhuang Qi and the eight-pole spiritual light, which is the supreme treasure of refining medicine into a pill, and it can become a world of its own, assisting people to cultivate and comprehend the realm, which is equivalent to endless reincarnation.

The moral saint said, "The Tao has no name, no loss, no gain, so there is no desire, no luxury, no thought, it is the foundation of life, it is the sect of death, the soul of infinity, the use of creation, the gossip furnace, and the order." ”

"Boom", like the breath of ancient times descending, the gossip furnace rotated slowly, eight transparent holes lit up, and the orange light was pure and bright.

At this time, the Grand Master of Xuandu walked in, touched Yang Wei'er's hair, and comforted him silently, this poor little man.

Yang Wei'er wiped her tears with her sleeve and said strongly, "Uncle Shi, I want to cultivate well, can I teach me?"

Grand Master Xuandu smiled innocently and said, "If you want to learn from your uncle, you can teach, but you will call me Master in the future." ”

Yang Wei'er solemnly, tidied up her clothes, and respectfully bowed with a milky voice, "Disciple Yang Wei'er greets Master." ”

Grand Master Xuandu looked at it, immersed in the memories of the Moral Saint, helped Wei'er, knelt in front of the Holy Venerable and said, "Master, the disciple has accepted Yang Wei'er as a third-generation senior disciple, please agree." ”

The Moral Saint Venerable came back to his senses, with a rare trace of sadness in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Okay, since you have become a master, I will teach her well, and don't let your junior brother down." ”

Grand Master Xuandu respectfully responded, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Master, is the junior brother in the flood wilderness?" ”

The Moral Saint Venerable's eyes were very strange, as if he was reminiscing, and his voice said inexplicably, "Maybe it's not there." ”

Archmage Xuandu thought for a long time, and then said, "Is that junior brother in another world at the moment?"

The Moral Saint Venerable closed his eyes and said softly, "It used to be the realm, but now it is the realm. ”

Master Xuandu was silent, this was the master's past, he shouldn't have asked, but how could he not worry about the safety of his junior brother.

At this time, the slender hand of the Moral Saint Venerable seemed to move gently in the air, as if he saw something, but even if the Holy Venerable was supreme, he could not grasp the slightest.

When the Grand Master of Xuandu saw it, he instantly knew in his heart that in a real thought, where Yang Jiao went, what he experienced was real.

However, after he has experienced it, it has become illusory, the heart is moved, there is no falsehood and no truth, what is experienced is experience, the past is naturally empty, the Tao is not full, and the duration is the heart.

The wind and clouds move the heart, and the catastrophe is embarrassing to solve the hardship. Forget 36,000 years and look back at the old Sihua.