The next day.

It was a little dawn, at the entrance of Mojia Village.

A shallow river separates the Mojia Village from the outside world.

The glimmer of light can be seen several figures reflected in the water, rising and falling with the waves.

"There are some healing medicines here, you can take them with you in case of emergency."

The old man handed Yingqin a small package, which was a pill she refined herself. It was a magical effect of healing wounds and treating diseases, and it was a treasure for controlling spirits and replenishing qi. Therefore, each pill is very precious.

Yingqin took it over, watching the old man's face getting older in the morning light, suddenly his nose felt sore, and his eyes immediately covered with a layer of mist.

For sixteen years, this is her only relative, and she will definitely be reluctant to leave, but the pretentious scene of parent-child separation is not her good at playing, she swallows the tears she wants to shed and says, "Don't worry, mother-in-law, I will take good care of myself. One day, I will come back to see you."

"Um!"

The two separated, and the old man stretched out his withered hand to gently stroke Yingqin's cheek. Thinking that Yingqin had been taking care of herself for most of the past ten years, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty, but she also knew that if she wanted to make this child stronger, she had to let go.

"I believe Qin'er will definitely have the ability to overcome all difficulties!"

"I will work hard and not let my mother-in-law down!" Yingqin nodded firmly.

At this time, Mo Ziqian also stepped forward and patted his chest and said, "And I am not as good as Xiaoqin, but I will take care of Xiaoqin as much as possible."

"Okay!" The old man turned to look at Mo Ziqian, very pleased. Fortunately, Yingqin has always been with him in Mojia Village, otherwise he would not know how withdrawn Yingqin would have been raised!

The old man said: "The journey from here to Qihuanxian Mountain is long. The journey may be very difficult and dangerous, so you must be careful."

The two nodded at the same time.

At this time, my mother-in-law took out another dragon-headed cane and handed it to Mo Ziqian.

"This stick is made of the hardest iron birch wood in the world. It is nourished by spiritual energy and is used as a stick. It was originally used as a crutch, but it is actually a powerful magic weapon. Today, I will give it to you."

In the morning light, the black green stick reflected crystal clear, and the rippling green light shone into Mo Ziqian's eyes. He looked at his mother-in-law's slightly trembling hands and hesitated to pick up the stick.

He also didn't expect his mother-in-law to give her her own magic weapon, which made him a little flattered.

But after thinking about it, he was only planting spiritual roots and his soul consciousness was opened. Judging from the basic spiritual consciousness he knew, he was in the stage of spiritual enlightenment. If he did not have a powerful magic weapon, he would not be able to protect Yingqin when he was in danger.

Immediately I understand my mother-in-law’s intention. He held the staff tightly and responded with a singing voice: “Ziqian, thank you for your mother-in-law.”

He explained to each of them. The old man lowered his eyes, lowered his head, and waved his hand, "Go, you will go the road ahead."

As the dust settled, the two bowed deeply to their mother-in-law and embarked on the long journey with their own wishes.

...

The old man is still standing at the entrance of the village.

The two figures went further and further. The eyes that had originally reluctance and expectation in her eyes had dissipated. In her deep sleepy sockets, the brown pupils had already turned red.

She turned her head and looked up to a high place, staring and smiling. Suddenly, her two old white eyebrows turned dark.

Then, a trace of red dark light flew out from the center of her eyebrows, and in another moment, a little red heart stood out between the willow eyebrows that had turned black like a girl.

Looking up to the sky, the red dots shone with red light first, which spread across her still wrinkled forehead, then her entire head, and then to her limbs, until her whole body was shrouded in a red light.

"Hehe..." A crisp smile came out of the red light, and then a charming woman in blood-colored red gauze walked out from there.

As soon as the woman came out, the red light dissipated.

She turned around and turned into a wisp of blood-colored smoke, flying towards the top of the mountain behind Mojia Village.

At this time, a man in black clothes stood on the huge rock on the top of the mountain.

He held his hands behind his back, and his wide and elegant cloud robe stretched out in the wind. He also looked at the entrance of the village and looked at the winding mountain road where his figure had long disappeared. As his eyes flowed, a smile like a spring breeze spread out.

"Owner!"

A red silk figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The man did not look back, he knew who the visitor was.

"I have been her mother-in-law for sixteen years, and I have taken great care of her... Thank you for your hard work!" His words were quiet, like the softness of the spring breeze after the snow, with a hint of intoxication.

Yingluo smiled and said softly: "It is my honor to be able to do anything for his master, so how can I say that I have worked hard?"

When the man heard this, he smiled slightly and asked, "Have you arranged it all?"

Yingluo: "Go back to the master, they have left the village. Qin'er is led by me. I know her character, she is tenacious, strong and decisive, and is even more so because she can make herself live well and be persistent in her own spiritual essence. Therefore, she has no doubts about this trip. However, Mo Ziqian, although he has the talent of spiritual cultivation, he has no divine essence. How can he enter Chaos and help Qin'er obtain the Tianji Pearl?"

"Have I ever said that by arranging him to walk with her, is he able to help her?"

Yingluo raised his eyebrows and asked, "What does the master mean?"

"Do you know, I want the purpose of that Tianjizhu?" the man asked replies without answering.

The teased bowed his head, "The Heavenly Secret Pearl is a divine object. If you get this bead, you can open the Nine Heavens Wuji and fly into the divine world."

"God?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were half-closed, and his narrow phoenix eyes were slightly exposed. He said, "So what can I do to become a god? Wuji Jiutian, which was ruled by God, has now transformed into chaotic chaos. Didn't the so-called god still disappear? But it will definitely be used for a moment for a thousand days to raise soldiers. As long as she stepped into the gate of the spiritual cultivation world, it would be a matter of time to get the Tianji Pearl in the Chaos."

"According to what the master said, Mo Ziqian does not have to walk with him. But..."

Yingluo only knew that Qin'er was a chess piece that was raised by her master to obtain the Tianji Pearl. And Mo Ziqian was not the plan for this chess piece, so it was never the style of the master to help a useless person.

But the master asked her to use spiritual techniques to enlighten Mo Ziqian's soul. What is the purpose of this?

"Because, in the past ten years, he has been the only person who treats her well, and he is also the one she cares more about, so he cannot die yet." The man simply said the reason, without any emotion, with a leisurely look on his face, but invisibly revealed a hint of hostility.

Yingluo frowned. The meaning of his master's words was probably because Mo Ziqian was the one Yingqin cared about, so he asked him to accompany Yingqin.

But, she can't die yet? She didn't understand the specific meaning of this, but she didn't dare to ask again, judging from the current state of the master.

The mountain wind sways, and the birds singing in the mountains that come with the wind makes the place suddenly fall silent.

The man stood there, his robe swept by the wind whistled.

After a long time, he spoke again: "Yingluo, how long have you lived?"

"Back to Master, it has been two thousand years since Master refined me from the sword."

"Two thousand years..."

With a sigh, he turned around and faced the silkworm.

The outline that was copied by the morning light outlined a peerless face, with a slight smile, like a cold plum standing proudly in the wind and snow, beautiful and as beautiful as a poppy born in the extreme realm, it is so dazzling, but it makes people dare not get close to it.

Her master was the most beautiful person she had ever met in her life. As a sword spirit, she was also extremely beautiful, but when she met her master, she was ashamed and had to bury her head and avoid his master's gaze.

I heard the man say, "She has forgotten me for tens of millions of years."

Thousands, tens of thousands, years?

Yingluo was extremely shocked when he heard this.

She knew that the master had lived for a long time, but she had never asked him how long he had lived.

In her impression, the master was a very gentle person. She had been following the master since two thousand years ago, but until now, even a slightest bit of her master, she could not see through it.

With just one glance, the man turned around.

At this time, wisps of blue smoke had risen above Mojia Village, and the light smoke moved to the mountains, like a layer of gauze covered with green mountains.

He looked at the clouds and said, "I want the Tianjizhu, just to make her completely remember me..."

she?

Yingluo frowned, and was full of surprise and suspicion.

After a thousand years of ups and downs, ten years of hard work and training, ignoring the subtle winter, spring, summer and autumn of the world, and allowing the frost to penetrate the bones, her master's heart will not be turbulent. And between this world, the only thing that can make her master care about is the Tianji Pearl.

Now, she realized that the Tianjizhu that the master could care so much about was actually for a "her", so who is this "her"?

Yingluo walked up and stood beside him, her thin lips slightly opened, and she was about to speak.

But in the master's eyes, there was a soft light like spring breeze and snow, which turned into deep and cold in an instant.

This is?

Keep silent.

Yingluo looked at the man and said to himself: What made the master suddenly angry?

"No one left a living mouth, burn it... this Mojia Village!" He turned his head slightly, his deep pupils and two cold rays.

"What?!" Yingqin was shocked again!

Man: "Since anyone has never treated her kindly, there is no need for the people here to live again."

After the words came, a gust of fairy wind suddenly flew, and the black floating mysterious shadow jumped, and glanced at it instantly cut through the clouds of the sky and disappeared into the vast sky.

...

The person has left, but the coldness has not dissipated.

When the Yingluo came back in shock, there were a few wisps of ice gas floating in the position where the master had stood. Now she finally understood the idea that the master said before that Mo Ziqian could not die.

So this is for Qin'er!?

She knew that Yingqin was not popular in this Mojia Village, but most of the reason was because of herself. Yingluo, as the mother-in-law of Yingqin, did it as well, and tried to make her less contact with the villagers, but because of this, it actually harmed the entire village.

She has been here for ten years, and she has feelings for her after all. How can she do it?

However, she dared not disobey the master's order...

Also, it cannot be violated!

After hesitating for a moment, Yingluo raised his hands high.

The red silk trembled like silk in the wind, and blood-colored spiritual power surrounded her hands. Two red flames emerged from her palm. With a wave of her palm, the two flames flew straight towards the village.
Chapter completed!