Lin Zhao suppressed the regret in his heart and said to a disciple of the Qingwei Sect who was guarding the side:

"This senior brother is reasonable, Poor Dao Shenxiao Sect and Zhao!"

Anyway, I made a joke.

In front of the mountain gate of Qingwei Sect, there are two disciples standing on the left and right, but they are a little different from Shenxiao Sect.

"Poor Dao Qingwei Sect Yunfeng, this Dao brother is polite, but is there anything you need my help with?"

This self-proclaimed Taoist Yunfeng has a full face, a kind expression, a tall physique, and good looks and temperament.

At this moment, Lin Zhao finally understood why the Qingwei Sect sent four disciples to stand in front of the mountain gate.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Yunfeng!

I am an old friend of the fire dragon of your sect, but I haven't seen you for more than ten years since I parted back then, and I miss it very much.

Passing by your sect today, I came to visit my old friends, and I hope that my senior brother will pass it on my behalf. ”

Lin Zhao's demeanor was calm, his speech and demeanor were generous, and he slowly explained his intentions.

"Oh, it's a trivial matter, Senior Brother Hezhao, please, drink a cup of tea first, and I'll summon him immediately. Yun Feng acted quite thoughtfully, and immediately took Lin Zhao to the Welcome Hall.

Half an hour later, Lin Zhao's face was slightly disappointed, and he said goodbye to Yunfeng with Luan'er, and then headed towards the northwest.

After Yunfeng sent the news before, he got the news that the Fire Dragon Daoist was trained outside and was not at the mountain gate.

Lin Zhao, who was looking forward to meeting him, was quite disappointed.

It's just a matter of life, nine times out of ten, those who are unsatisfactory, so what can be helped.

Since he couldn't see the real person of the fire dragon, Lin Zhao also calmed down.

If there is fate, he will meet one day, and it is useless to force it.

On the lotus seat, Lin Zhao looked at the surging Nanling River below, like a fierce dragon, walking through the Hengjiang Mountains.

Between the mountains, the river is surging and turbulent, sometimes hitting the mountain rocks, splashing and rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Lin Zhao is like an ordinary old master, slowly telling Luan'er the ins and outs of this big river, which makes him marvel from time to time.

In his past experience, he has seen countless rivers and rivers, but for the first time, he knows that it is only a big river, and it also contains such a wealth of knowledge.

Suddenly I felt that my master was really ...... It's really "amazing".

Not far ahead, there is a group of large waterfalls that Lin Zhao saw back then.

At this time, the sky was blue, and the white clouds were like clumps of marshmallows floating under the blue sky.

The warm sun in April is very comfortable on the skin, and it is a good season for the grass to grow and the warbler to fly.

The rosette does not fly high, and the fragrance of flowers and plants occasionally comes from the nose.

After a cup of tea, the rosette hovers directly in front of the waterfalls.

Looking at the waterfalls that stretched for dozens of miles, filled with water vapor, and the majestic waterfalls, Lin Zhao couldn't help but settle down.

The roar of the drum continued.

At this moment, Lin Zhao was completely oblivious, deeply infected by the spectacular scene in front of him, only such a natural power can form such a majestic scene.

The kind of more than ten miles of river surface suddenly spreads out, stretches down, pours thousands of miles, and violently destroys the withering and decaying fierceness, completely subverting the indisputable softness of water conservancy.

In the transpiration of water vapor, with the agility of fluttering and sprinkling, the ethereal and changeable nature of water evolves one by one.

After explaining to Luan'er beside him, Lin Zhao sat cross-legged in the lotus, relaxed his heart, and quietly comprehended the avenue of water.

More than two months have passed, Lin Zhao has changed his position from time to time, day and night, wind and rain, and the scorching sun, deeply immersed in the essence of water.

And the harvest was unexpected.

At this time, Lin Zhao stood in the air, standing hundreds of feet away in front of the waterfall, and suddenly punched out.

As the strength of its fist surged, a majestic river appeared in the air at the same time, and the waves splashed, rushing towards the waterfall in front of it.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" ......

The continuous roar resounded in all directions, and the Yuanli River, which was manifested by the strength of the fist and the manifestation of the fist intent, merged into one, forming a continuous collision with the falling waterfall.

This is a collision between manpower and the great power of heaven and earth, and it is also the embodiment of Lin Zhao's achievements in these days of understanding the avenue of water.

At this time, Lin Zhao's martial arts fist intent has also been greatly improved.

Then, between thoughts, Lin Zhao formed a "water spirit cover" around his body.

Today's water spirit shield is no longer as weak as before, but looks soft and tough.

On the surface of the "Water Spirit Cover", there are constantly turbulent water currents circulating and fluctuating, and there is a trace of rage in the tenacity.

After that, the water spirit cover disappeared and turned into a vivid transparent Qingluan, and from time to time it made actions such as grasping and pecking.

Subsequently, all kinds of water techniques were freely transformed, and they were practiced by Lin Zhao one by one, and the essence of various water was fused, refined, and mutualized in his mind.

Glancing deeply at the waterfall community below again, even after watching it for more than two months, Lin Zhao still felt that he couldn't see enough.

But it's time to leave!

The rosette rose into the air and disappeared into the sky.

Looking at Xiao Qingluan, who was sleeping in the lotus, Lin Zhao couldn't help but feel a trace of apology in his heart.

For more than two months, I have been visiting the Avenue of Water every day, but the little guy next to me is bored, but he has to protect himself and can't go out at will, so he is very unhappy.

The mountain peaks below were left behind, and Lin Zhao's heart gradually became anxious.

Calculating the time, it has been almost six years since I left Dangbo City, I wonder if my parents are still okay at home?

Gradually, Terran cities appeared on the plains, and the reluctance to leave home came back to my heart.

Three days later, the rosette stopped in the clouds, and below it was the city of Swing.

He took a deep breath, put away the lotus magic weapon, and blessed himself and Xiao Luan'er with the spell of hiding his body before slowly landing.

Looking at the familiar city ahead, people come and go at the city gate, prosperous and busy.

For a moment, Lin Zhao felt like yesterday, as if he had never left.

Walking slowly on the street, Lin Zhao let go of his divine sense, and in an instant, the entire city was enveloped.

There was a joy on his face at first, then a trace of doubt, and finally he turned indifferent.

Xiao Luan'er followed her master's side, chattering and asking, in her eyes, this city was more prosperous and more interesting than Weishan City.

It's just that Lin Zhao at this moment really didn't have the heart to take him to play, but went directly to the door.

Looking at the plaque hanging at the main entrance, with gold characters on a black background, and the book "The water source is clear", Lin Zhao was slightly stunned.

It seems to be a plaque recently given by Emperor Dawu.

As soon as the thought passed, Lin Zhao went all the way inward in the exclamation and joy of the family.

"Meet your mother, the boy is back!"

Seeing his mother's surprised face, as well as his incredulous gaze, and then scanning the whiteness of his sideburns, Lin Zhao endured the guilt and excitement in his heart and knelt on the ground.

"Zhao'er, you...... You're back?!"

The mother's tone was full of suspicion, and the child she thought about day and night appeared in front of her like this?

As if some didn't believe that this was a real scene, his mother Chen slowly stretched out her palm, for fear that it would be another dream, afraid that her hands would break if they touched it, and people would wake up.

Gently touching Lin Zhao's face, the palm of his hand came with a real touch, and Chen was convinced that he was not dreaming, and his child had indeed returned, so he knelt in front of him.

"My Zhao'er, you're really back!"

The tears in Chen's eyes rolled down, and he hugged Lin Zhao, and then hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid that as soon as he let go of his hand, the child in front of him would disappear again.

After a while, until his mother's mood calmed down a little, Lin Zhao said:

"Mother, let it go, I will stay at home in the future, always with you, I can't fly away!"

"You stinky boy, you're making your mother happy again, right?"

Mother Chen asked Lin Zhao to sit beside her, still holding one hand, and her eyes carefully examined her face, as if she wanted to find traces of hunger and thinness.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving! What about my father? Grandfather, how is his old man?"

"Your father can't be idle, he went to the state capital a few days ago, and you went to visit your grandfather first.

Alas, his old man is very old, and I am afraid that he does not have much time left!"

The mother finally came back to her senses at this moment, and pulled Lin Zhao to walk outside the house.

"Who is this little girl? You stinky boy...... Aren't you going to bring a daughter back?

It wasn't until this moment that Chen noticed Xiao Luan'er, who had been following Lin Zhao, and immediately looked at Lin Zhao with suspicious eyes.

"Mother, where do you want to go, this is my maid, a strange little girl!

Luan'er, come and see you... Old lady!"

Lin Zhao's forehead was faintly bruised, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Meet the old lady, Luan'er kowtows to you, I wish the old lady... Body... Well-being, longevity... 100 years old. ”

The little girl actually knows that she has learned and used it, and it seems that the story is not told in vain.

Chen looked at the little lady in front of him kneeling on the ground, saying incoherent words in a crisp tone, and immediately liked the little guy in front of him.

"Oh, your name is Luan'er, how old are you this year?" Chen asked casually as he picked up Luan'er, took her little hand, and asked casually.

"Luan'er...... It looks like he's over 90 years old, right?"

Luan'er frowned, looked at Lin Zhao with a pleading look, and said in an uncertain tone.

"Oh, more than ninety? This kid is talking nonsense, and you're a little like you, and you're still in your nineties, and you're going to be ninety years old, and I'm not nine hundred years old!"

Hearing his mother's laughter, Lin Zhao was a little helpless, such a situation really couldn't be explained in a few words.

Then Chen took Lin Zhao and Luan'er and went towards the courtyard of Mrs. Lin.

At this time, the news of Lin Zhao's return home had already spread, and many clansmen came to visit.

Chen smiled, and when he saw his clansmen, he took the initiative to say hello.

Lin Zhao also greeted the clansmen one by one, his tone was enthusiastic, but he kept his distance.

After a tea time, in Luan'er's messy mind, Lin Zhao entered the courtyard where Mrs. Lin lived.

At this moment, the sun is warm, and Mrs. Lin is just leaning on the cushioned recliner and basking in the sun.

Looking at his grandfather's slightly closed eyes, snow-white beard, and old age spots on his face, Lin Zhao's heart was sour, and his eyes couldn't help but be slightly wet.

Old lady Lin seemed to hear the movement and slowly opened her eyes.

Lin Zhao hurriedly took a few steps forward, came to Mrs. Lin, and knelt on the ground.

"Grandfather, how is your old man's health, and your grandson is back!"

His eyes looked at Lin Zhao fixedly for a while, his eyes were cloudy, and the twilight was deep, and then he recognized Lin Zhao, and slowly raised his palm, and the old man seemed to be holding Lin Zhao's arm.

Lin Zhao hurriedly moved his body and gently held his grandfather's palm.

I felt the weakness of the old man's skin and bones, and the pure joy on his face when he saw him.

Lin Zhao's heart was full of sorrow, tears were pouring out, and he couldn't help himself anymore.

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