Ling Xiaojun, one of the most unprovoked among the Nine Heavens Immortal Monarchs, was now sitting in the highest place of the Xuantian Pavilion. Beside him, there was still Ye Qianqiu with a bloody face.

Looking at Ye Qianqiu, who had a bloody face, Ling Xiaojun was very dissatisfied.

Then a basin of water was poured directly on Ye Qianqiu's body, flushing the blood on her face: "You look like this, where does you have the appearance of the young palace master of Lingxiao Palace? ”

Ye Qianqiu didn't know what he was complaining about, and some of the injuries on his body were caused by his father. Moreover, in the future, I don't know what kind of cultivation I need to develop in order to heal the injury.

Just when Ye Qianqiu felt that his father was going to destroy himself, there was suddenly a snow-white pill in front of him.

"Eat, you look like a muddy man, it's too much to look at!" Ye Qianqiu was not allowed to refuse at all, and the pill went into her throat.

After taking the pill, his whole body was shocked and painful, and Ye Qianqiu's eyes were dark, and he fainted.

When she woke up again, she was no longer in Xuantian Pavilion. In its place, there was a room that was both familiar and unfamiliar. Ye Qianqiu, who had just woken up, was lying on the bed in the middle of the room.

Getting up from the bed, Ye Qianqiu took a turn around the room. This place is the same as the dormitory in Lingxiao Palace back then, is this Lingxiao Palace?

Just when Ye Qianqiu was puzzled, the door opened, and the person standing outside was none other than Ling Xiaojun, who had lifted the Xuantian Pavilion by himself before.

"Father......" Ye Qianqiu subconsciously spoke, but after half of the voice, he felt that something was wrong. After a few lifetimes, she didn't know what to call him.

"Huh. Ling Xiaojun, who was standing at the door, sneered, and then said sarcastically: "How many lives have you turned, have you forgotten how to call your father?"

"Father. Ye Qianqiu was decisive and obedient.

After shouting, the father and daughter fell silent. Even when the two of them lived in Lingxiao Palace, there wasn't much communication, and now that the two of them are alone, they don't know what to say.

In the end, Ling Xiaojun found the topic first: "Why are you in that little nest?"

Regarding Ling Xiaojun's question, Ye Qianqiu really didn't know how to answer. In Ling Xiaojun's eyes, the founding patriarch of Xuantian Pavilion was indeed a tomb robber.

However, for the disciples of Xuantian Pavilion, the patriarch was the saint of the founding school.

Looking at Ye Qianqiu, who was speechless, Ling Xiaojun's mood was even worse: "Do you know that your mother's cemetery was hidden so hidden by your father, and it was turned out by someone, this kind of tomb thief!"

"My daughter understood. Ye Qianqiu swallowed heavily: "My daughter saw this in Xuantian Pavilion." ”

While answering, Ye Qianqiu took out an object. This thing was the hosta that Ye Qianqiu found in the coffin of the goddess in the Xuantian Pavilion Sword Tomb.

Seeing this hosta, Ling Xiaojun was stunned for a moment, and then quickly snatched the hair ornament: "Where did you get it......"

Before the words fell, Ling Xiaojun let out a "huh", and then frowned tightly: "No, it's not your mother's." ”

"What?" Ye Qianqiu was stunned.

She has kept this hosta away, completely because she regards this hosta as a relic of her mother. If this hosta is not a relic of the mother, what is it?

Ye Qianqiu is very sure that this hosta is exactly the same as his mother's in terms of material and style.

Ling Xiaojun threw the hosta back into Ye Qianqiu's hand and pointed to the middle of the hosta: "Your mother's hosta, here is engraved with the mark of Ling Xiao Palace, but this one is not, so this is not your mother's." ”

As soon as Ling Xiaojun's words were finished, Ye Qianqiu looked at Ling Xiaojun's expression, and it was a little strange.

Since childhood, Ye Qianqiu has known that his father is only good to his mother in his life. Everything that Mother uses is a treasure among treasures.

And things like hostas, almost all of them used by my mother are unique. Could it be that the ancestor of Xuantian Pavilion thinks that his mother's hairpin is very good, and he imitates one for his sweetheart?

When Ye Qianqiu thought about it, he didn't notice that Ling Xiaojun had fallen into deep thought.

As a result, after a long time, he didn't hear Ling Xiaojun's voice, and Ye Qianqiu dared to look at Ling Xiaojun. At this time, Ling Xiaojun's brows were furrowed, as if he was troubled by something.

Realizing that Ye Qianqiu was looking at him, Ling Xiaojun came out of deep thought. This time, Ling Xiaojun's expression when he looked at Ye Qianqiu was no longer the same as before.

Before, even if Ling Xiaojun's relationship with Ye Qianqiu was not as close as that of father and daughter in the world, he still maintained the most basic father-daughter familiarity. However, now, Ling Xiaojun looked at Ye Qianqiu's expression with more scrutiny, as if he was looking at someone he didn't know.

This kind of gaze made Ye Qianqiu a little uneasy.

"You ......" Ling Xiaojun paused, then turned around and motioned to Ye Qianqiu: "You come with your father!"

Ye Qianqiu couldn't refuse, so he could only follow Ling Xiaojun out of the room.

After going out, Ye Qianqiu found that the scene here was exactly the same as the Lingxiao Palace back then, not only her own dormitory but also the previous appearance, even outside the dormitory, it was still the appearance of Lingxiao Palace.

It's just that this Ling Xiao Palace is very deserted, and it seems that there is no one except Ling Xiao Jun.

Ling Xiaojun didn't introduce Ye Qianqiu anywhere, his steps were fast, even if Ye Qianqiu couldn't catch up, he didn't stop for Ye Qianqiu.

Fortunately, with his understanding of Ling Xiao Palace back then, Ye Qianqiu finally found Ling Xiao Jun. And the place where he is is the treasure house of Lingxiao Palace.

Compared with the treasure house full of treasures back then, this treasure house seems empty.

"Father. Ye Qianqiu licked her lips, she still couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Ling Xiaojun's gourd.

Ling Xiaojun turned around, and the moment he turned around, the door to the treasure house was already closed. Then, the ground began to light up, a formation that Ye Qianqiu had never seen before.

Before Ye Qianqiu could ask questions, the effect of that formation had already appeared. After all the formations were activated, Ye Qianqiu realized that the illusion created by the formation in front of him was very similar to the reincarnation pavilion in his mind.

Ye Qianqiu had never talked to Ling Xiaojun about the Reincarnation Pavilion, but how could he come up with this thing?

Ling Xiaojun crossed his legs and sat in mid-air, and then pointed with his right hand, Ye Qianqiu was already sitting in mid-air like him before he could react.

Looking at Ye Qianqiu's blank expression, Ling Xiaojun was very dissatisfied: "The young palace master of Lingxiao Palace, the existence of ten thousand people under one person, how can he be so stupid for a few lifetimes?"

This is probably the only person who has always said that she is stupid after so many years of Ye Qianqiu.

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