"Is that him?"

Just as Qiao Yuan was pondering, the old man Skylark, who had been healing with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and muttered with some doubts.

Qiao Yuan suddenly turned around and asked in a solemn voice, "Who is he?"

Although the cultivation of the evil young man just now is not high, it gives people a very dangerous feeling, and it is precisely because of this that Qiao Yuan did not act rashly, you must know that this Yaocheng is mixed with fish and dragons, and the water is very deep, even if he and the old man of the lark are cultivated, it is not impossible to capsize in the gutter.

"Hmph, the old man has no obligation to tell you this, today's events, the old man admits it, but there may not be no chance to get it back in the future, let's say goodbye. ”

The old man of the lark had a cold face, and slowly stood up, after more than an hour of healing, he also regained some mobility, although the injury was still very serious, and it was not easy to move, but he didn't want to stay here for a while.

Qiao Yuan didn't hold back, and put on a look of letting the gentleman take care of himself, but when the old man Skylark walked to the window, he suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked, "I don't know if you dare to tell your name?"

The old man didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect Qiao Yuan to clench his fists and salute solemnly, and replied softly: "My surname is Xiao, and my single name is Yuan, if I have the opportunity to meet in the future, I hope to drink tea and drink with fellow Daoists again." ”

This time, the old man didn't say a word, flew out of the window, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Qiao Yuan stood by the window with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the slightly white sky in the distance, and the streets in the city that were gradually becoming noisy, and his inner thoughts had already flown to an unknown distance.

There is a large island on the coast of the East China Sea in South Thailand, called the Three Saints, the reason for this name is that this island has produced three saints who have been famous all over the world, and the name of the saint is not limited to cultivating to the sky, but in the knowledge, virtue and prestige have reached the point of admiration by everyone.

Qiao Yuan had also heard a little about this, but he had never been to the Three Holy Islands, but he didn't expect that what the old man of the lark said today was that the prison life net came from this island, and it was very likely that it was a relic of a certain saint.

Back then, when the old man was still a Jindan monk, he was assigned to carry out an extremely secret mission on the Three Holy Islands, and he did not disclose the specific content of the mission, but he hid in a big family on the Three Holy Islands for a hundred years.

How many stories happened during this period, the old man did not elaborate, but from his slightly sad and remorseful eyes, Qiao Yuan read the bitterness and pain of an undercover killer, for a hundred years, he finally found an opportunity, an opportunity to assassinate the ancestor of that family.

Overnight, a large family with a great reputation on Sansheng Island was burned by a fire, and there were a total of 3,781 people in the clan, from the ancestors to the qi refining disciples, all of whom died tragically, and none of them survived.

Even Qiao Yuan had long known the cold-blooded cruelty of the Shadow Slayer, but he still couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and he was cold from head to toe.

It's not that Qiao Yuan is easy to be soft-hearted, but that the lark old man has lived in that family for a hundred years, and during this period, he is commensurate with ordinary disciples as brothers and sisters, no matter how cold-blooded he is, he should have feelings, but in the end, they still died at the hands of the person they trusted the most.

From those words, Qiao Yuan even caught that in that family, there was a person he cared about very much, but even so, when he returned to the identity of the Shadow Killer, he still did not hesitate to kill him.

Qiao Yuan's eyes were complicated, and he sighed silently, whether such a person is ruthless or affectionate, exterminating three thousand seven hundred and eighty-one people, it seems to be ruthless and cold-blooded, but in fact, the remorse and pain in his eyes, how can he be half a fake, even if he saved the pair of outlaw mandarin ducks last night, it doesn't seem to be done casually.

People's hearts are unpredictable, human nature is complicated, Qiao Yuan has a deep experience, at the same time, his state of mind has been improved, and the surging spiritual power is galloping around the golden infant in the dantian, making Qiao Yuan feel like he is about to break through at any moment.

In fact, as early as a few months ago, Zhan Yuan gave him a creation to make his cultivation advance by leaps and bounds to the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, he could break through to the Great Perfection of Yuan Infant by taking advantage of the situation, but first, he didn't have time, and second, he was afraid that his mood would not be able to keep up, so Qiao Yuan was not in a hurry to break through.

Now that his mood has improved, everything has come naturally, and a breakthrough has become a critical juncture, but this time he came out to practice, the most important thing is to accompany Ling Wanchen more, Qiao Yuan didn't want to waste too much time with him because of the retreat.

Thinking of this, Ling Wanchen walked out of the inner room, the two had the same mind, at such a close distance, what changes had happened in Qiao Yuan's body, Ling Wanchen would naturally notice it, only to see her with a surprised smile, and quickly stepped forward and said.

"Husband, are you going to break through?"

Qiao Yuan replied with a slight smile: "Well, I didn't expect to talk to the Skylark Daoist, and I didn't get much news from the prison student network, but I improved my mood, so this showed signs of breaking through." ”

Ling Wanchen smiled even brighter, her spirit was very good, and it seemed that her injuries had completely recovered.

"This is called unintentionally inserting willows into the willows, a good thing, no matter how good the baby is, it can't compare to the reality of cultivation and promotion. ”

At this moment, the sky was already bright, and the rising sun was reflected on the side faces of the two, with infinite brilliance, Qiao Yuan thought about it and continued.

"The breakthrough is a matter of time or time, no hurry, this time I came out to have a good time with you, I wasted a day yesterday, and I have to make up for it today." ”

After hearing these words, Ling Wanchen's heart was extremely moved, but she still shook her head resolutely.

"Breakthrough has always been a matter of course, how can you not be in a hurry, you break through, go and cultivate now, don't worry about me. ”

Qiao Yuan gently held Ling Wanchen's jade hand, his eyes were full of tenderness, and explained: "You don't want to think about it, we don't have much time to come out to play, if we retreat again, where will there be time to accompany you." ”

Ling Wanchen's heart was touched and sweet, but she still said solemnly on the surface: "As a monk, cultivation is naturally the first, there is no time this time, there will always be in the future, isn't there a poem that says, if the love between the two is long, how can it be early twilight, I don't want you to miss this breakthrough opportunity for me." ”

You must know that before Ling Wanchen fell in love with Qiao Yuan, she was a cultivator maniac, often retreating and cultivating, and the time was not too short, in terms of talent, she may not be as good as Qu Yunwei, not as good as Zhan Yao, but in terms of hard work, there are few people in the entire Yuehe Sect who can compare to her.

In addition, Ling Wanchen also has a competitive heart, Qiao Yuan's cultivation has improved, she will also have a great sense of accomplishment, and she will even be happier than her own cultivation breakthrough.

Qiao Yuan smiled dumbly and replied: "I didn't expect you to know poetry, that's good, as a husband, I will obey my wife's orders." ”

After speaking, he took the beautiful woman in front of him into his arms, bowed his head and whispered in his ear: "But I have to play with my wife for a day today, and then retreat and practice tomorrow." ”

The scorching breath came to her face, Ling Wanchen blushed all of a sudden, her limbs fluttered into Qiao Yuan's arms, and she nodded.