The banquet ended quickly, and after chatting with the Nine Xuantian Qingguan Lord for a while, Xiao Tianying got up and said goodbye to the other party.

Outside the Nine Xuantian Qingguan, at this moment, the mountain protection beast of the Qingzong on the North Pole had been summoned by Xiao Tianying and fell aside. Xiao Tianying was standing there, and Chu Yingyun had already hugged Xiao Ze, crying bitterly, and behind the two of them, there were some elders from the Qing Micro Master and some Jiuxuantian Qingguan who came to see him off.

"Xiao Ze, men don't flick when they have tears, born as a man, you can only shed blood, not tears. Looking at Xiao Ze who was in Chu Yingyun's arms, Xiao Tianying's face suddenly became serious, he didn't call him "Ze'er" this time, but called Xiao Ze's name.

On the eve of parting, Xiao Tianying had a full stomach of words to say to his son, but after a long time of muttering, Xiao Tianying didn't say it, either because Xiao Ze was too young and afraid that these words would affect his original innocent heart, or because these words were too harsh, he couldn't bear to say them, or because he hoped that Xiao Ze would be able to taste these words by himself in the future.

After a long time, Xiao Tianying let out a long sigh, and his face became serious again, "Remember, my Xiao Tianying's son should not be a waste, he must become a generation master with his own efforts, otherwise, he is not worthy of being my Xiao Tianying's son." ”

After saying these words, Xiao Tianying's heart was also tight, maybe his requirements were too strict, he didn't know if Xiao Ze would hate him after saying these words, but he had to say that only this kind of harsh words could really imprint Xiao Ze's heart and spur him at all times.

When Xiao Ze, who was crying, heard Xiao Tianying's words, his heart suddenly trembled, and the original crying sound was also a lot, and his immature face turned blue. And Chu Yingyun on the side also looked at Xiao Tianying with tears on her face, as if she felt that his words were indeed too much.

Parting scenes are always sad. After looking at Xiao Ze in place for a while, Xiao Tianying finally deadlifted Chu Yingyun on the back of the Arctic Qingzong Mountain Protector Divine Beast, and glanced at Xiao Ze after the most rear, Xiao Tianying gritted his teeth and flew up the sky above the Taiheng Mountain Ridge with the Mountain Protector Beast.

Seeing his father and mother leave, Xiao Ze's heart was full of sadness, the Nine Heavens Xuanqingguan was more than 20,000 miles away from the Qingzong on the North Pole, and he didn't know when he would see each other at this moment, he ran all the way, and sent his parents out of the Taiheng Mountains before he stopped his pace.

Seeing the scene under the sky, Chu Yingyun's heart ached sharply, and the tears that had been dry poured out again, and she couldn't wait to immediately pounce down from the back of the divine beast and embrace the weak figure into her arms. However, as soon as she leaned out, she was stopped by Xiao Tianying on the side, this place is thousands of feet in the air, just pounce like this, even if Chu Yingyun's cultivation is high, she will be broken to pieces.

Xiao Tianying is a man after all, and his heart is definitely firmer than that of a woman, although he also blurs his eyes with tears, but his reason is still quite sober. Just now he was still educating Xiao Ze, the boy bleed without tears, but at this moment he burst into tears, and he didn't have the demeanor of a peerless master at all, at this time, he was just a kind father.

Standing outside the mountain gate of the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Temple, Xiao Ze kept looking at the sky, he kept waving his hand, until the two figures disappeared from sight, and then stopped, at this time, he was extremely lost in his heart, feeling empty, and a feeling of loneliness instantly surged into his heart.

After a long time, Xiao Ze collected his emotions and returned to the Nine Heavens Xuanqing Temple again, at this moment, the Qing Micro Master and others were already waiting here, seeing Xiao Ze coming back, he showed a faint smile and said: "Master and nephew don't have to be sad, when you are successful in cultivation, you will definitely see your parents again." ”

"Hmm!" Xiao Ze nodded, his gaze only resolute.

Master Qing Micro smiled slightly, and then said: "Elder Xiao handed over my nephew to me, I will definitely cultivate it well, cultivation cannot be achieved overnight, the coming day will be long, the master and nephew will stay here for the time being, and I will arrange the cultivation another day." ”

"Everything is arranged by the Lord!" Xiao Ze took a deep breath, his parents were gone, and in the days to come, he would have to bear everything alone, and he needed to face it strongly.

"In that case, that's good!Wen Hui, take Master Xiao's nephew to the new disciple, and let the preacher there arrange a place to stay!"

"Yes!" As soon as these words came out, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy walked out of the crowd behind him, this young man's name is Li Wenhui, he is one of the most outstanding people of the young generation of Jiutian Xuanqingguan, don't look at him, he doesn't look at Ji is big, but his strength is really good, he can be compared to the advanced master in a small year, otherwise he is not qualified to stand here.

Coming to Xiao Ze, Li Wenhui took out a small jade sword half a foot long, and immediately threw it forward, at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground, the half-foot jade sword suddenly flashed with brilliance, and the jade sword, which was originally only the size of a palm, was instantly enlarged to more than half a foot long and more than a foot wide, which was very magical.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Ze's eyes flashed a hint of strangeness, and the pain of parting was temporarily put in the back of his mind, Li Wenhui's means of performance made him feel very novel, the half-foot-long jade sword could be transformed into a size, and the jade sword was the legendary Taoist Daoist Flying Sword.

At this moment, Xiao Ze's heart had a trace of interest in Dao Technique, and in comparison, the methods of Qi Refiners seemed a little more unpretentious.

Li Wenhui stepped on the flying sword with a slight jump, strange to say, the flying sword was trampled under his feet, and did not fall from the air, he turned his head, looked at Xiao Ze who was staying in place, and said, "Come up!"

"Oh!" Xiao Ze was slightly stunned, then returned to normal, and then quickly came to Li Wenhui's side, he had no true qi in his body, no Taoism, and he couldn't make a leap, so he could only slowly climb towards the flying sword, which made Li Wenhui, who was standing on the flying sword, look at it in his eyes, showing a touch of disdain.

Li Wenhui didn't help Xiao Ze, but just let him climb up by himself, and after Xiao Ze stood firm, he suddenly took control of the take-off sword and flew towards a peak in the Taiheng Mountains.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the flying sword that Li Wenhui controlled was particularly fast, which made Xiao Ze, who was standing on the flying sword for the first time, pale and full of fear in his heart.

In the venue, a high-level cadre of the Nine Xuantian Qingguan looked at the two people who flew into the distance, and a smug smile appeared on the faces of many people, one of them stroked his beard and said with a light smile: "At such an age, you have reached the first level of innate spiritual awareness, and the future is limitless!"

"That's natural, Wen Hui, this kid is a very potential disciple of our Nine Xuantian Qingguan, although he is not one of the best, but he can also rank in the top twenty ranks of the younger generation of my Jiuxuantian Qingguan, with his current point of view, his future achievements will definitely not be lower than ours. Another old Taoist heard this, and also echoed it.

The hierarchical division of the strength of a cultivator is different from that of a Qi Refiner, who cultivates True Qi, while a Cultivator cultivates the power of his own spiritual sense, but in order to distinguish himself from a Qi Refiner, the cultivator also hierarchies are also divided into four levels, from the first layer of innate spiritual consciousness to the fourth layer, corresponding to the realm of the first absolute realm to the fourth realm of the qi refiner.

Same as Qi Refiners, after reaching the fourth level of Innate Spirit Sense, there are higher levels of scores, and they all correspond to Qi Refiners one by one, but they are only different in name.