In the east hall of the Tianjing Taoist Temple, Nanchen sat in front of the statue of the goddess, closing his eyes and recuperating his mind, which was a habit he had developed over the years, and he had been sitting here almost every night since he was five years old, and it has been sixteen years.

Zhou Huanzi looked at his son's generous back, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, his son has grown up, and naturally he has a way to go, and he feels that it is time to let go.

Nanchen's body was sitting cross-legged, swaying slightly, his brows were furrowed, his entire back was soaked with sweat, his face looked pale, and even his lips were a little chapped.

Zhou Huanzi didn't bother, she knew that this was Nanchen's master, who was teaching him the exercises, but chose to guard quietly at the door, and this kind of silent protection had been maintained for sixteen years.

Nanchen's body suddenly shook violently, he bit his lip tightly, his expression looked extremely painful, his brows tightened into a ball, trembling slightly, and with a "poof", he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This situation rarely happens, so that Zhou Huanzi, who was sitting at the door, was deeply surprised, except for when he first practiced, it had never happened.

Zhou Huanzi hurriedly got up and looked into the hall, and among the blood stains that Nanchen spit out, there was a crystal white tooth.

It was precisely because of the special crystal teeth that Zhou Huanzi guessed that this tooth was the little milk tooth that Nanchen was born when he was less than a month old.

The sudden loss of milk teeth made Zhou Huanzi a little worried, the teeth were shrouded by the moonlight like fireflies, and the statue of the goddess seemed to wake up the statue of the goddess under the glow of the fireflies, emitting a dazzling white light.

After more than 20 years, the dazzling white halo reappeared, which made Zhou Huanzi outside the hall feel upset, and she could tell whether the halo emitted was her daughter who had been thinking about it for a long time.

Looking at the reflection of Dao Dao Xuanhui, Zhou Huanzi's eyes were moist and hot, and she called for her daughter in her heart, and she and her daughter had never seen each other again for more than 20 years.

The statue of the goddess reflects the dazzling white light, wraps the crystal teeth, and slowly melts into the seven-colored Danzhu, which reflects the colorful East Hall, and the seven-colored Danzhu is arranged like the stars of the Big Dipper, slowly disappearing into the portrait of the goddess.

In the portrait, ancient words suddenly emerged, and the statue of the goddess slowly rolled up, like an unopened scroll, turning into a beam of rainbow light, revolving around Nanchen, who was sitting cross-legged.

With the rotation of the seven-colored rainbow light, it slowly disappeared into Nanchen's body, leaving no trace of dissipation.

In Nanchen's abdomen dantian, a grain of chaotic origin was born, and in the chest gas field, an ancient scroll slowly spread out, showing three rainbow lights like strings, hanging above the ancient scroll of the qi field, and the three ancient characters of "Spirit God Level" emerged.

Although the dazzling white halo flashed, it also made Zhou Huanzi's heart feel gratified, watching Nanchen gradually return to normal, her hanging heart also relaxed.

Just as she turned to leave, a voice like a silver bell sounded in her ears: "Mother, leave me by your side, I want to guard you silently?"

Zhou Huanzi heard the woman's voice, quickly turned around to find out where the voice came from, but did not find any figure, thinking that it was because he missed his daughter and hallucinated?

Just when she hesitated, she found that the hanging statue of the goddess was gone, and there was a white jade pendant hanging there.

She walked over slowly, and when she held the jade pendant in both hands, tears had flowed down without fear, and it had been twenty years, and their mother and son had met again.

Zhou Huanzi's face was full of tears, but his heart was full of gratification, the memory of twenty years ago seemed to be back in front of him, his father and master were talking here, and he was holding this jade pendant.

At this time, they are all gone, leaving behind their lonely selves, and now the return of her daughter, how can she not be moved to tears.

Early in the morning, Nanchen knocked on his mother's door gently, and saw that his mother's face was not bad, and his heart was a little lighter, and when he was thinking about how to speak, his mother spoke first: "Everything is on the table, take whatever you need!"

Hearing his mother's words, Nanchen was a little surprised, thinking that he had come to pick up the things by himself, and he had come up with them last night, how did his mother know?

The long sword and "Heavenly Decision" were placed on the table, and his mother knew him so well that Nanchen felt very guilty.

"Mother, in addition to that piece of jade coffin, people also want to bring it back?" Nanchen hesitated for a moment, looked at his mother's worried expression and asked.

Zhou Huanzi didn't speak, just nodded, her mood was very complicated, that is, she wanted her child to go through the training, but she was worried about the risk of accidents.

Nanchen saw his mother's concern and pursed his lips, "Mother, I know that you are worried about my safety, Chen'er will pay attention and will not let you down!" Nanchen said softly.

Zhou Huanzi sighed, "This matter has spread, all sects are acting, each other has its own evil intentions, you must know that they have no trust at all, they must do what they can, and they can't be brave for a while!"

"Chen'er keep in mind her mother's advice! Although I don't know what the jade coffin is for, I know that it has something to do with my master! I want to be like my mother, and be right about my parents and teacher!"

Nanchen has regarded his mother as his role model since he was a child, and has always been nurtured by his mother to develop a tenacious and resolute character.

"Chen'er! Mother's arms can't hold you anymore, I always feel that there are a lot of things to say to you, but when the words come to my mouth, I don't know where to start, I hold it in my heart, and it makes me uneasy, now that you have grown up, if your mother is not there one day, you don't forget that there is a dragon mother. Zhou Huanzi's eyes were red, as if he had a premonition, and said in a thoughtful manner.

Mother's words were different from the past, Nanchen's expression was stunned, as if his mother was explaining something to himself, this feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, "Mother! Whoever dares to touch Chen'er's relatives is to uncover Chen'er's reverse scales, even if he goes to the soup, I will uproot him." ”

After saying this, Nanchen hugged his mother's arm, then turned and walked out of the door. Zhou Huanzi looked at the departing back, and at this moment, his heart began to hang.

"Mother, don't worry! The apprentice I taught, the ability of the swordsmanship is not small, and there is also his innate creation, there is nothing to worry about!"

Zhou Huanzi looked worried, holding the jade pendant in his hand, and murmured: "Qing Yao! Being your mother for a lifetime has not given you a body, this is a lifetime of guilt for your mother, and your mother has only one wish in this life, to use a lifetime to find your body." ”

"Mother, Qing Yao doesn't blame you, this may be providence!" came her daughter's consolation from the jade pendant.

The mountain road is a bit rugged, and on the rock walls on both sides, there are lush long vines, and the whole valley is green.

Nanchen and Uncle Teng walked down the mountain road, and in front of them was the cloud-shrouded Grand Canyon, Uncle Teng wiped the sweat on his face, and sat on the bluestone panting.

"Do you see this scene? It's still too late to turn back, just when Uncle Teng walked your legs with you, what do you think?" Uncle Teng deliberately said tentatively to Nanchen.

Nanchen looked at the endless mountains, and then entered the Nanshan Canyon, where the fog shrouded the conditions were even worse, "Uncle Teng, you won't take the wrong road! ”

"Uncle Teng, I've lived here longer than you, can I take the wrong way?" Uncle Teng said with a loud voice.

At this time, it was almost noon, fortunately, the fog of the Grand Canyon was light, and the bottom of the valley was clear, and the two continued to walk along the stream, Nanchen looked at a cave in the distance, and suddenly stopped.

"Let's go, don't stay here, everyone in the audience says that this place is evil, the former Taoist and your grandfather are missing here, let's go quickly!" Uncle Teng was a little timid in his heart, and said casually.

Nanchen didn't listen to Uncle Teng's words, he actually walked directly towards the cave, the cave entrance collapsed around and was covered by long vines, there was a bluestone slab on the right side of the cave wall, he gently stroked the bluestone with his hand, a string at the dantian fluctuated, and his trembling heart was a little sour.

"Nanchen, what are you doing in a daze at a stone slab! Let's go! No matter how late it is, you won't be able to get to the resting place when it's dark!" Uncle Teng outside the entrance of the cave urged.

Nanchen, who was frowning and contemplating, felt that this place was somewhat similar to the scene in his dream, and there was a "choking" sound from his waist, and the long sword instantly popped out, trembling like a wandering Jiao.

The dantian strings flicked lightly, the ups and downs of the ancient sayings sublimated in the body, Nanchen jumped, and the sword and the sword "swoop, swoo" appeared on the rock wall, and when the figure landed steadily, an ancient character "Chen" appeared on the rock wall.

When Uncle Teng saw this scene, he blinked his eyes violently, and sighed insincerely, "Oh my God! Nanchen, your swordsmanship can scare people to death," Uncle Teng, who said this, was still in a state of confusion.

"Uncle Teng, let's go!" With Nanchen's reminder, Uncle Teng followed with a stupid expression, he couldn't believe the scene happening in front of him, Nanchen's swordsmanship realm was completely beyond his imagination.

The two of them continued to march in silence, and the mountain road became more and more rugged, and they climbed over a mountain and passed along a long crack in the rock wall, which was like a ray of heaven, and the man barely passed on his side.

This line of heaven is very long, it took nearly half an hour to pass, Uncle Teng's face was red, and the green tendons on his neck were particularly convex, probably caused by lack of oxygen.

Ahead, there was a damp and stuffy valley, and the ground was thick with fallen leaves, releasing the smell of rotting and moldy leaven.

"Nanchen, when you get out of this valley, you will find the pupil stream in front of you, and it will not be early, let's try to rush to the pond to rest before it gets dark!" Uncle Teng said with a pant.

"Uncle Teng, it seems that few people come here, and the humidity is still so heavy, how do you know that this is here?" Nanchen looked around the humid valley, there should be few people here, and it was not clear that Uncle Teng would come here.

"It's been more than 20 years since I said that, and I went up to the mountain with a few of them to pick mushrooms, but it rained heavily, and a few people got separated, and I walked here in a daze!" Uncle Teng shook his head and responded.

"Uncle Teng, what happened later?" Nanchen found it interesting and continued to ask Uncle Teng.

"I almost starved to death here, but fortunately I didn't throw away the mushrooms I picked up, and it lasted for seven or eight days, and finally I didn't deserve to die, and I met an old man picking yams, otherwise Uncle Teng would have been a ghost for twenty years!" Uncle Teng said with a dejected face.

When Nanchen heard this, he patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, Uncle Teng sighed, and said: "Actually, I'm not afraid of death, I've been an orphan since I was a child. ”

Uncle Teng talked about his misfortune, Nanchen also felt pity for Uncle Teng, in fact, Uncle Teng was only seven or eight years older than him, and he felt that he was much luckier than Uncle Teng.

After being silent for a while, Uncle Teng remembered something again, and said, "Nanchen, when I entered the Tianjing Temple, the people in the temple also bullied me when I was young, and it was the Taoist and senior sister who took care of me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stay in the temple, what am I afraid of the master, you should know it now!"

When Nanchen heard Uncle Teng say this, why shouldn't he be! I was afraid that my mother would be disappointed in her, which was a sense of gratitude and respect.

As they spoke, they walked out of the lush valley, and in front of them were high mountains and deep streams, with strange rocks on both sides of the cliffs, and waterfalls pouring down from the mountains.

The fog under the mountain is thick and pervasive, covering up one side of the abyssal pool, the pool water is as deep as the pupil, the shore is uneven, and the deep cold makes people a little frightened.

When Nanchen saw this scene, he remembered that Uncle Teng got lost and walked to the area of the waterhole, he turned to look at the road he came, twisted a few big bends, and gently spit out a sentence in his mouth: "Go to Jiaojian Valley and swim in the pool!"

It was almost dusk, and the surroundings were already dark, Nanchen took off his backpack, turned around and saw Uncle Teng laying on the floor, he walked to the stacked stones on the edge of the deep pool, and looked at the dark deep water.

"Uncle Teng, do you know the name of this deep pool?" Nanchen shouted to Uncle Teng.

"I remember that the old man who picked the yam said at that time, what is it called, it seems to be called Mi Tongjian!" Nanchen heard his words, furrowed his brows, and repeated the name in his mouth.