The top of Kunlun Mountain, in front of the Yuqing Mirror Taoist Temple.

Changfeng, read the letter sent by your father Chen Qingsheng.

The handsome young man, who had grown taller in a trance, wrinkled his tight eyebrows, clenched his fists, and after a moment he released them, exhaled, and replied in a low voice: Master has seen it.

"Changfeng misses her," Yuan Shi Lao Dao said with a serious face.

The boy fell into deep thought, is she okay with the little wrongdoer who has not dealt with her since she was a child? Is she okay with the pink girl who loves to wear a pink dress and swing under the peach tree in front of her house? Is the little girl in the pink skirt who always shows off to him how many words she has learned with her father today, and how well she has learned the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting with her mother?

Every time, I always secretly hid in the attic on the roof, poked a small hole with my finger in the paper-paste window of the attic, and secretly watched the innocent wrongdoer swing.

He watched as long as she was there.

The spring flowers are blooming, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, not as good as her slight smile.

The frowning brows slowly stretched, and the clear eyes were like the bright moon in the sky.

I miss her, I miss her. Only then did I frown and go to my heart!

Master, I want to drink!

Chen Changfeng met her who he wanted to protect the most at an ageless age, in addition to heartache and unbearable?

You might as well get drunk.

The more you drink wine, the more sober you become, and the more sober you are, the more your heart hurts!

Yuan Shi Daoist stroked his snow-white beard and smiled, looked at the apprentice who was full of sorrow between his eyebrows and said: Where did the monk and Taoist get the wine for you to drink, good boy, you can learn the sword!

Lao Dao traveled through Qingfeng City before becoming an immortal, fell ill in the heavy rain, and fell on the muddy north-south road at that time, and happened to be a kind-hearted old master of the Chen family who opened the mountain by chance. carried him back to the home with four walls, and personally recuperated, and the daughter-in-law of the Chen family served tea and water, so that she could serve him.

A whole month!

It's like in this world now, everyone can't take care of themselves, can't dodge, lest they get into trouble, and they sneer and watch coldly.

Before attaining the Tao, the Yuan Shi Lao Dao was really poor, and he only had two changes of clothes in his bag. There is no return. The kind-hearted old master of the Chen family only said one sentence to this old Taoist, everyone is good, and the world is peaceful.

When Yuan Shi Lao Dao left, the ancestor of the Chen family took nearly two-thirds of his family's remaining dry food and handed it over to Lao Dao.

Many years later, Yuan who devoted himself to cultivating the Tao was always on the path of enlightenment. Ascension!

The kind-hearted ancestor of the Chen family, relying on his kindness, saved a family business for the younger generations with his hands and bright hands, and when it came to Chen Changfeng's generation, the wealth was jaw-dropping!

Looking at Chen Changfeng, who was engraved with the shadow of the ancestor of the Chen family, he looked at his heart and smelled his heart. Let the Yuan Shi Dao people who returned from the sky recall the plot of the year, and finally violate the rules of heaven and accept him as a disciple!

Poor Road Law Number: Yuan Shi Tianzun!