It was a little girl wearing a wide-sleeved fairy skirt, even shorter than Hao'er, with butterfly tassel hairpins obliquely inserted in the soft bun, reflecting the ignorant cheeks, with tears in her pure eyes, squatting on the ground alone, looking blankly at the "brother" in front of her, the aggrieved tears flowed down from her cheeks, like a pearl sliding down to the ground......

The fluttering clothes sounded in the air, and under the bright moonlight, the handsome young man rose in the wind, and he had already stunned the many maids in the Flower Shifting Palace.

Although the bloody wind and rain in the rivers and lakes are not uncommon, the maids of the Shifting Flower Palace are even more ruthless and trembling, but the water and fire are ruthless, and the heavenly power is even more unpredictable, and there is still a fear of ghosts and gods......

The bright moonlight seemed to be beginning to linger and converge, and the young man who was as clear as a god was even more like a fairy, and the volley was even more inexhaustible.

Bao Wenzheng rolled up the sandalwood seat in the distance with a flick of his sleeves, and then slowly landed on the seat, and asked in a trembling voice: "Little girl, don't you have to cry, tell me, who is your mother?"

Yiyan raised her sleeves and wiped the tears on her face, glanced at Brother Haoran aggrievedly, and then timidly looked at the "uncle" on the seat, and said without words: "......"

"Little girl, don't be afraid of ......" Bao Wenzheng beckoned Hao'er to come closer, and then stroked Hao'er's hair lovingly, and asked again: "I am your Haoran's brother's father......"

"Are you also my father?" Yi Yan stood up when she heard this, looked blankly at her uncle in the seat, and asked with a sob, her soft and boneless shoulders still trembling slightly.

"Child, is your mother a pity star?" Bao Wenzheng looked at the little girl's lonely appearance, and the pain in his heart was like a sharp blade, and he forcibly endured the heart-rending pain, as if he had eaten a yellow lotus, and said bitterly.

"Hmmm......"

The timid little girl, seeing Brother Haoran standing beside the "uncle" obediently, nodded ignorantly, her shoulders trembled from time to time in surprise and dazedness, and she still nodded in response with sobs.

"Child, I'm your father!" Bao Wenzheng endured the heart-rending pain in his heart, sat on the sandalwood seat, urged the mana to rise against the wind, slowly approached, and said softly with a smile.

"Are you really daddy?" Yi Yan took two steps back timidly, but her innocent eyes were full of timidity and fear, and glanced at Brother Haoran beside him, tears flowed down like beads of broken threads, and cried and said: "Brother said, you are not my father......"

Bao Wenzheng raised his sleeves, and a wisp of mana came out of the Dao Ji, and he gently lifted the girl out of thin air and slowly floated towards him.

"Child, I am your father......" Bao Wenzheng put the girl on his lap and held it in his arms, and he couldn't help but have a little moist eyes, and said in a choked voice: "Where is your mother?"

Although his legs were cut off by the Lord of the Invited Moon Palace, the pain was inevitable, but as far as Bao Wenzheng was concerned, how could the people who came from the demons and monsters and the sea of corpses in the sea of blood put a little pain in their hearts.

However, looking at the lonely appearance of his flesh and blood, and thinking of the Lord of the Mercy Star Palace, he didn't know what it looked like, Bao Wenzheng, who blamed himself and remorseed, was like a knife, and when he picked up his small and delicate cheek, he kissed it affectionately, like a dragonfly dotting water.

Yi Yan's petite body trembled slightly, as if she was resisting and fearful, and said timidly: "Hold the moon slope ......"

"Don't be afraid, with Daddy here, don't be afraid of anything......" Bao Wenzheng gently stroked Yiyan, sighed earnestly and said, "Daddy is back......"

At this moment, the deep state of mind is like the churning of the river and the sea, Bao Wen is looking at the pink carved Haoran, and then looking at Chu Chu's poor daughter, the pride that has come all the way from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain swells up in his heart, and he holds this pair of children in his arms, as if he has the most precious heaven and earth treasure in heaven and earth.

"Let's go, Daddy will take you to your mother!" Bao Wenzheng sighed loudly, swept away the pain of Shicai, and urged the mana in the Dao Foundation, that is, he rose against the wind, and took a pair of children to go towards the Moon Slope.

"You can't forget her after all......"

Under the weeping willows on the shore of the lake, the lord of the Moon Palace stopped quietly at some point, looking at Bao Wenzheng rising against the wind, and taking a pair of children to go to the moon slope.

Holding the moon slope is undulating, the fifteenth moon full midnight of each month, when the bright moon rises, it is like holding each other with both palms, so it gets this name, a stream is like a jade belt surrounding, the murmuring sound can be heard faintly, and occasionally the withered petals go straight down the stream.

In the thatched hut that had been repaired, the Lord of the Pity Star Palace had not bathed and changed his clothes, but the wind and mist temples could not hide the peerless elegance, the graceful body and footsteps were constantly running, and there were tears on the anxious cheeks, which were dripping down from time to time.

"You'er...... Concubine...... , you are about to answer your mother's voice......" The desolate cry of the Lord of the Mercy Star Palace, and in front of this lonely moon-holding slope, it is even more heartbroken, which is embarrassing.

"Sister, you have abolished my martial arts and driven our mother and daughter out of the Shifting Flower Palace, isn't it enough......"

The childish cry, like a cuckoo crying blood, was unspeakably heartbreaking, and falling on the grass in the midst of stumbling was even more hopeless and helpless......

Sister, you have always been high, and you will not be disobeyed when you say it, you are the master of the Shifting Flower Palace who has the best martial arts in the world, so what?

You don't understand the word affection after all......

The delicate body of the Pity Star Palace Lord trembled constantly, and the crying voice gradually became weaker and more inaudible, allowing the white silk skirt to be stained, who would have thought that the Pity Star Palace Lord who dominated the world in the past would be indescribably delicate and pitiful at this moment......

The bright moon reflected the night of the moon slope, the handsome young man sat on the sandalwood seat, and the side was a pair of children comparable to the golden boy and jade girl.

"Pity the ......"

The sad and desolate tone and the floating air resounded on the moon slope, and the sandalwood seat slowly fell from the wind and on the grass, there was a wisp of mana born from the Dao Ji, holding up the palace beauty lying on the ground.

"Mother's ......" Yi Yan ran over with small steps, sensibly supported the master of the Mercy Star Palace, obediently stretched out her little hand, wiped the tears on her face, and said with a sob: "Obedient ......"

There was a mist in the sockets, and in the blink of an eye, tears flowed down......

"Yan'er, your father doesn't want a mother anymore......" The Lord of the Mercy Star Palace looked at Hao Ran on Bao Wenzheng's side, his body trembled and he was shaky, and on the cheeks that were smiling like flowers in the past, there were two lines of tears falling down, and he said desolately.

Bao Wen was even more speechless when he looked at the desolate expression of the Palace Lord of the Mercy Star, among the lush branches and leaves in the distance of the road, there were no less than twenty faint breathing sounds, obviously the maid of the Flower Shifting Palace was secretly hiding her figure, guarding the thoughtfulness of the Palace Lord of the Mercy Star......

You'er is young, if there is no one to help, how can she go to the Shifting Flower Palace a hundred miles away......

The master of the Shifting Flower Palace can become a forbidden place for martial arts, which makes the heroes of the rivers and lakes change their color, and it really lives up to its reputation......

"Pixing, I'm back......" Bao Wen was sitting upright on the sandalwood chair, looking at the palace master of the Pixing Palace, and said in a trembling voice with mixed feelings: "How could I not want you to ......"

"Wen Zheng, you can go back to the Flower Palace...... "The Lord of the Mercy Star Palace smiled gloomily: "I will raise you......

"I can't afford to provoke her......"

The Palace Master of the Mercy Star glanced at Bao Wenzheng painfully, and he was unspeakably resentful and relieved, and then he took Yi Yan's little hand and said softly: "Yan'er, he is not your father......"

"Go back to our home with my mother......"

The childish tone drifted away from the wilderness, and then the Palace Master of the Mercy Star Palace held Yi Yan in his arms reluctantly, and staggered towards the direction of the thatched house, the desolate figure was unspeakably resolute......

"Pity the Star ......" Bao Wen was looking at the faltering woman, recalling the bits and pieces in the Hundred Flowers Cave Mansion, even knowing that the Pity Star Palace Lord was doing this on purpose, he couldn't help but feel extremely depressed in his heart.

Sitting on the sandalwood seat, rising from the wind to fall down the Lord of the Mercy Star Palace, staring at this stunning beauty with clouds and misty temples, she raised her arm and pointed straight to the sky, and said: "Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

That wisp, wisps of star and moon aura, as well as the faint essence of plants and trees, were filled with a dense aura, and they wrapped towards the body of the Mercy Star Palace Lord......

In the light of the stars and moon, the delicate body of the Pity Star Palace Lord slowly rose into the air, and the peerless graceful woman was like washing the lead flower, and her clothes fluttered with a crystal and soft luster......

The dantian that had been shattered was gradually healing, and the incomparably pure true qi in the twelve canons was spontaneously born, flowing endlessly in the eight veins of the strange meridians, and the smiling cheeks like flowers appeared with a jade-like crystal and soft brilliance.

The eighth re-cultivation of "Ming Yugong" was restored to the original in the "Qiankun Borrowing Method" performed by Bao Wenzheng......

It's just that no one knows that between the handsome young man's bun, there are actually a few strands of bun that have become a little gray......