Ling Xuan didn't explain his life experience to a few people, Fang Qin didn't know that he was an orphan, it was a kind word, but when it came to Ling Xuan's sadness, his eyes were hot, so he rolled down tears, and said: "Back to the Tai Master, Xiao Xuanzi has no father or mother since he was a child, the only relative, not long ago, when he rescued this three-legged red bird, he was bitten by Sanhua Jumang, and unfortunately passed away, Xiao Xuanzi has no relatives, and there is no longer any concern at home. ”

At that moment, Ling Xuan told his life experience and how to rely on Uncle Zhang for his life, and said, "Uncle Zhang is my only relative, I ...... I ......" The more he talked, the more sad he became, and at the end he burst into tears.

Fang Qin froze, patted his head, hugged him into his arms, and comforted: "Good boy, I have worked hard for you, in the future, the Second Extreme Sect will be your home, and we will be your relatives." ”

Zeng Nianyu also stepped forward, seeing him crying sadly, his heart was inexplicably tight, so he didn't care about the title of 'little Xuanzi', he really patted Ling Xuan's shoulder like a master, and said: "Little Xuanzi, one day as a teacher, a lifelong father, in the future, I will be your dearest and dearest relative, if anyone dares to bully you, you tell the teacher, and the teacher will immediately stand up for you." ”

Fang Qin glared at her, "People are small and ghosts are big!" Zeng Nianyu made a grimace, Fang Qin turned to Ling Xuan, and said, "Little Xuanzi, this Uncle Zhang has the grace of nurturing you, you should bury him thickly." ”

Ling Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, Senior Lady." ”

At that moment, the three of them went down the mountain.

The five tyrants of this mountain village suffered a secret loss on the mountain, and they refused to stop there, and the five of them squatted at the bottom of the mountain and waited for Ling Xuan, intending to take revenge when he returned. didn't wait long, seeing that Ling Xuan really went down the mountain, but with two immortals with great skills around him, the five tyrants didn't dare to be arrogant, Zeng Nianyu's beautiful eyes glared slightly, and the five of them scattered in disgrace.

At that moment, Ling Xuan found a secluded place behind the village, buried Uncle Zhang's body, erected a wooden tablet, and Ling Xuan personally engraved the words 'Tomb of Loving Father Uncle Zhang' on the wooden tablet, and then bowed three times and bowed nine times.

When everything was in order, the sun had already taken refuge behind the ravine, and in the west, a blood-red sunset was rising, beautiful and dazzling, bright but with a little sadness.

Fang Qin gently patted Ling Xuan's head and said, "Little Xuanzi, let's go." ”

Ling Xuan nodded, although he was reluctant, he knew that there was no place for him here, and the five tyrants of the mountain village would not let him go.

At that moment, the mother and daughter each sacrificed their magic weapons flying swords, one sword and one silk, one fiery red and one colorful, as if the beautiful rainbow on which the fiery clouds were entwined, floating above their heads.

Fang Qin said: "Little Xuanzi, you can follow me, your master's cultivation is not enough, and he can't take someone to fly with the sword for a long time." ”

Zeng Nianyu knew that what her mother said was true, so she didn't say anything, she used her strength under her feet, jumped slightly, and her pretty body rose into the air, like a light leaf, slowly falling on the colorful free silk, looked back and smiled, and admonished: "Little Xuanzi, the sword flies, thousands of miles in an instant, you have to hold on to your mother, but don't fall from the air." After that, I felt that there was something wrong with my words, and I naughtily stuck out my tongue and made a grimace.

Although she was only fifteen years old, she was already a beautiful girl, and with this naughty action, she was beautiful and cute, and Ling Xuan was stunned.

Fang Qin smiled, pulled up Ling Xuan, and with a slight jump, the two of them landed on the Sun-Conquering Sword. Bi Yuewu, the three-legged red bird, squatted on Ling Xuan's left shoulder, and the little bird's eyes kept blinking, as if he was a little excited. Ling Xuan didn't want to take it with him, but Bi Yuewu seemed to like Ling Xuan very much, and he didn't want to leave after jumping on his shoulder, Fang Qin also repeatedly told him that this bird had a lot to do with it, and it couldn't fall into the hands of others, so in desperation, Ling Xuan also took it with him.

The Sun-Snatching Flying Sword, surrounded by firelight, stood on it, as if standing in the midst of the raging flames, but Ling Xuan didn't feel any temperature, but there was a trace of coolness, coming from the flying sword, drilling straight into the soles of his feet, indescribably comfortable and enjoyable.

The height of the flying sword was more than two zhang from the ground, and Ling Xuanhuan hugged Fang Qin around his waist, not daring to look down.

"Little Xuanzi, hold on tight, I'm going to go. ”

Fang Qin said, his hand led to the magic trick, and the flying sword under his feet sank slightly, and then, the flying sword seemed to suddenly come to life, slowly raised his head, formed a forty-five degree angle, and suddenly flew into the air.

Ling Xuan, a wild boy from the village, how could he ever try to fly with a sword? He screamed in fright, hugged Fang Qin tightly, and refused to let go, his eyes were closed, and he didn't dare to look at it again.

Seeing this, Zeng Nianyu laughed out loud, laughing so hard that the flowers and branches trembled, and then as soon as he introduced the magic trick, the colorful Xiaoyao Aya flashed a burst of colorful light, and chased after the two of them.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and the strong wind slid across his face, as if his facial features were deformed. Ling Xuan hugged Fang Qin tightly, for fear that as soon as he let go, he would go with the wind, his eyes were closed, and a scream came out of his mouth.

Fang Qin turned around, laughed, and said, "Little Xuanzi, you should open your eyes and see, the world under your feet is really beautiful." ”

Ling Xuan shook his head like a wave drum, and his hands holding Fang Qin tightened again, and said, "Senior Mother, I, I don't dare." ”

Fang Qin shook his head and laughed again. Zeng Nianyu Yuya caught up and patted Ling Xuan on the shoulder, which frightened him into another scream, which made the mother and daughter very unusual, and laughed.

After laughing, the two ignored him. The colorful Xiaoyao Silk unfolded, three feet wide, Zeng Nianyu sat down, a pair of jade legs placed outside, swinging leisurely, she blinked her eyes, and hummed a small tune.

Ling Xuan had never heard of this tune, but it was quite good, especially Zeng Nianyu's voice was sweet, like the gurgling of a clear spring, and like the clear cry of a spirit bird, which was indescribably pleasant. After getting used to the sound of the wind in your ears, there seems to be only this fairy sound left between heaven and earth.

Ling Xuan couldn't help but be curious, secretly sewed his eyes, glanced at them, and just this glance made him deeply infatuated, and he was reluctant to close his eyes again.

I saw the surroundings, the blue sky was like washing, the white clouds under the feet were in full bloom, and the towering peaks on weekdays looked at it at this time, and the clouds and mist were so short and ethereal. Around, from time to time a cloud of white clouds floated by, behind him, far away in the west sky, the sunset is like fire, like a gorgeous rose, blooming in the sky, the fiery red magnificent color, dyed half of the sky.

Zeng Nianyu sat on the colorful free silk, a pair of small legs, swinging leisurely, she looked up at the blue sky, from time to time to confuse, as if thinking, as if enjoying the beautiful scenery around her, beautiful like a rainbow fairy riding a rainbow in the sky.

Fang Qin's body was plump, his beauty was still there, with a warm smile like a spring breeze, looking ahead, pinching the magic trick in his hand, and concentrating on the flying sword.

Ling Xuan's heart was warm for no reason, his eyes were hot, and he almost rolled down to tears. He gently rested his head on Fang Qin's back, a trace of warmth came from her back, through his cheeks, straight into his heart, and the warmth that he had never had before occupied Ling Xuan's entire young heart.

He didn't have a mother, how much he longed for a mother, let him lean on like this, let him hug like this, before that, he knew that it was just a luxury, but now, he realized it.

Fang Qin is not only his master's mother, but also his mother, her back is so warm, her smile is so warm, the gorgeous colorful glow, the white clouds under her feet, and even the strong wind on her face are also so warm.

Ling Xuan couldn't help but smile, smiling so sweetly, the face that was close to Fang Qin's back, couldn't help but rub it gently, and he silently called in his heart: "Mother." ”

Then, the tears finally broke down the embankment, the difference is that this is the tears that represent joy and happiness, the tears of an orphan, happiness.

On his face, there was a sweet smile of a teenager.

The scenery is picturesque and auspicious. Ling Xuan hugged Fang Qin tightly, his heart was as warm as spring, and before he knew it, he fell asleep. The thin body of the young man, leaning against Fang Qin, slept on his mother's shoulders like a tired child, with a yellow face and an innocent smile. People have slept, but their hands are still tightly hugging the square qin, as if as soon as they let go, they will lose this rare warmth and happiness.

Feeling the change in Ling Xuan's breathing, Fang Qin knew that he was already asleep, so he gently hugged him with his backhand, shook his head, and said with a smile: "This kid, hehe......"

The three-legged red bird Bi Yuewu, after Fang Qin's treatment with the Immortal Family Dao Method and the Immortal Family's Elixir Da Huan Dan, the injury healed, and the broken wings have recovered as before, it squatted on Ling Xuan's shoulder, turning back from time to time, and its white beak poked into the fiery red feathers, as if it was combing the feathers that were messy by the strong wind.

An ordinary boy has embarked on a strange journey to the fairyland, what is the fate that awaits him in front of him?

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