Chapter 457 The Return of Xiao Hei
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Yang Gui Fei
Entering Mirror Lake, the familiar environment made Ye Suifeng feel more at ease.
He is a nostalgic person, no matter how wonderful the outside world is, no matter how many changes in Mirror Lake, this is still the place he misses the most.
Also called, home.
It's just that ten thousand years have passed, and there seem to be many pets in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven in my home.
A young man in fluttering white clothes, more beautiful than a woman, walked out of the void first, and bowed respectfully to Ye Suifeng.
"Welcome back, Master!"
"I knew you would come back!"
His expression was agitated, and even his body was trembling slightly, but Ye Suifeng had goose bumps all over his body when he heard the "Master".
"Call me master."
Ye Suifeng waved his hand, signaling him to get up.
Under his gaze, he had already seen through the young man's body.
It turned out to be the willow tree on the edge of Jinghu Lake. He was one of the first to awaken his spiritual wisdom, and his current cultivation base had even reached the peak of the Heavenly Emperor.
As soon as the young man got up, two powerful breaths erupted from the central island of Jinghu Lake, and came to Ye Suifeng in the blink of an eye.
One of them is Jin Li, who was entrusted by Ye Suifeng with the task of guarding the mirror lake. He has transformed into a handsome young man with the cultivation base of a Taoist.
"Lord Ye!"
Jin Carp knelt down respectfully and excitedly.
And the other one is also the realm of mastering the dao.
He has a huge body, covering almost half of the sky, and his white hair looks soft, but every hair thrown out can cause monstrous waves.
"Huh!"
Ye Suifeng looked up at him: "This time, it's really like a big god."
He is the bear cub who met in the northern snowfield, one of the five giants of the Tianxian Society, the bear god, Fugui.
"Uncle Ye, why aren't you dead?"
Fugui is the same as before, the essence of speaking is the essence, but the voice has become much louder, echoing throughout the Jinghu space.
"What, do you want me to die?"
Ye Suifeng asked intentionally.
Fugui scratched his head.
"Not at all."
"It's just that if you didn't die, would the paper money that little black brother took me to burn every time on Ching Ming Festival be burned for nothing?"
Ye Suifeng:
This account must also be counted on the little black head.
"Don't stand so high, return to the original size."
Ye Qinyao said with a smile.
Fugui threw his club here, half of the sky was covered, and he had to raise his neck when talking to him.
"Oh."
Soon, Fugui's body returned to its original appearance, but wrapped in long hair, making him look more like a cute pet dog.
"The rest of the Celestial Society followed Ye Huang to the death zone. Fugui's character is not suitable for this, so we left him in Jinghu."
Gu Youlan explained in a low voice.
Ye Suifeng nodded, Fugui's nature is simple, and it's really not suitable for playing tricks. To put it bluntly, letting him go out may cause bad things, after all, his strength lies there.
"Sister Yao, is the fairy master still busy? I haven't seen her in 100 years."
On the way to Central Island, Fugui asked aloud.
"She's in retreat."
Ye Qinyao said with a smile: "In a few years, you should be out of customs, and I will ask her to come pick you up then."
Fugui nodded seriously.
From Yongdong to Jiucheng, from Jiucheng to Yunxiao, they came to the fairy world together to build the nine heavens and ten lands together. The heart of wealth and honor has long been tied to Xiaoxiao's body.
Even if the resources are against the sky, and there is a mirror lake with supreme good fortune, there is no way to keep his mind to stay by Xiaoxiao's side.
"What about the rest of your family?"
Ye Suifeng asked.
"Still in Eternal Winter Imperial City."
Fugui said: "Grandpa is there, they won't go anywhere."
The old man he was talking about was actually Old Man Tianji.
The Zhanxiong clan is the most loyal clan Ye Suifeng has ever seen.
After a while, everyone returned to the central island of Mirror Lake.
The Enlightenment Tree is still standing, and the flowers and plants on the island have already matured, but under the suppression of Jinghu rules, no wisdom has been born.
But just pull out a grass and put it in the outside world, it is the supreme medicine that can make the immortal emperors break their heads.
Ye Suifeng sat in a familiar place, and the memories of the past flooded up like a tide.
If you don't count the ten thousand years of sleeping, in his whole life, he actually spent more time sitting on this stone bench than going out.
Here, he perfected Yuan Shi Gong, unraveled the structure of the Origin Tower, and refined countless good fortune gods.
And it was also on this stone table, watching Xiao Hei get out of the eggshell little by little.
Those pictures are as if they were yesterday.
Ye Suifeng sat quietly, in a trance, he seemed to smell a familiar fragrance.
Turning around, I realized that it was not an illusion, but a real existence.
"Master, it's time to eat."
Except for Ye Qinyao and Gu Youlan, no one knew about Ye Suifeng's return to Jinghu Lake.
I thought I would be isolated from the world here for a while, but I didn't expect that a visitor would usher in the next day.
"Ye Qian, kowtow to uncle."
It was Ye Qian who came. After he knew that Gu Youlan was taken away by a man from the library, he already knew that Ye Suifeng must be back.
After Ye Suifeng ascended to the fairy world, the two never met again. When Ye Suifeng stepped out of the universe, Ye Qian was still running his own Tianxia Academy in Yunxiao Realm.
"Get up."
Ye Suifeng said slowly.
Ye Qian stood up, cultivators regarded the years as nothing, but left obvious marks on Ye Qian's body.
Compared with the humble young man back then, Ye Qian now has lost all his youthfulness. At this time, he is more like a teacher who teaches, a master who has read a lot of poetry and books.
Beside Ye Qian, there was still an elegant woman and a four or five year old boy.
The woman is Ye Qian's wife, Xiao Yi, and this child...
"This is your son?"
Ye Suifeng asked.
"No."
Ye Qian smiled and said, "His name is Ye Fan, and he is my sixth-generation grandson of No.60."
Ye Suifeng was stunned. He didn't expect that this seemingly honest junior was the one with the most branches and leaves among the five members of the Ye family. The family contribution points must have racked up a lot.
"This name has courage."
Ye Suifeng took a serious look at Ye Fan. There is no one with this name who is waiting for you.
"I heard that you are also preparing for the Three Realms. What are you preparing for?"
Ye Suifeng asked.
Ye Qian smiled.
"Actually, I came here today to ask my uncle to take a look and see if there is any room for improvement."
As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and a golden writing brush appeared in his palm.
Ye Suifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, this writing brush was exactly the one that Ye Qian held in his hand when he was observing the world a few days ago.
I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but when it really appeared in front of my eyes, I realized that it was nothing special.
Its pen holder is the body of all living beings, and its nib is the soul of all living beings.
The words it writes are the thoughts of all living beings.
"I call it the Cangsheng Pen."
Ye Qian said.
More than a year passed slowly.
In the chaos, two figures broke through the chaos and came out.
An egg-shaped world quietly followed behind them.
In front of them is a huge world, with tens of thousands of giant trees running through the void, firmly supporting this huge world.
"Whoo~"
"Finally home."
Xiao Hei sighed.
He is a nostalgic person, no matter how wonderful the outside world is, no matter how many changes in Mirror Lake, this is still the place he misses the most.
Also called, home.
It's just that ten thousand years have passed, and there seem to be many pets in the realm of the Emperor of Heaven in my home.
A young man in fluttering white clothes, more beautiful than a woman, walked out of the void first, and bowed respectfully to Ye Suifeng.
"Welcome back, Master!"
"I knew you would come back!"
His expression was agitated, and even his body was trembling slightly, but Ye Suifeng had goose bumps all over his body when he heard the "Master".
"Call me master."
Ye Suifeng waved his hand, signaling him to get up.
Under his gaze, he had already seen through the young man's body.
It turned out to be the willow tree on the edge of Jinghu Lake. He was one of the first to awaken his spiritual wisdom, and his current cultivation base had even reached the peak of the Heavenly Emperor.
As soon as the young man got up, two powerful breaths erupted from the central island of Jinghu Lake, and came to Ye Suifeng in the blink of an eye.
One of them is Jin Li, who was entrusted by Ye Suifeng with the task of guarding the mirror lake. He has transformed into a handsome young man with the cultivation base of a Taoist.
"Lord Ye!"
Jin Carp knelt down respectfully and excitedly.
And the other one is also the realm of mastering the dao.
He has a huge body, covering almost half of the sky, and his white hair looks soft, but every hair thrown out can cause monstrous waves.
"Huh!"
Ye Suifeng looked up at him: "This time, it's really like a big god."
He is the bear cub who met in the northern snowfield, one of the five giants of the Tianxian Society, the bear god, Fugui.
"Uncle Ye, why aren't you dead?"
Fugui is the same as before, the essence of speaking is the essence, but the voice has become much louder, echoing throughout the Jinghu space.
"What, do you want me to die?"
Ye Suifeng asked intentionally.
Fugui scratched his head.
"Not at all."
"It's just that if you didn't die, would the paper money that little black brother took me to burn every time on Ching Ming Festival be burned for nothing?"
Ye Suifeng:
This account must also be counted on the little black head.
"Don't stand so high, return to the original size."
Ye Qinyao said with a smile.
Fugui threw his club here, half of the sky was covered, and he had to raise his neck when talking to him.
"Oh."
Soon, Fugui's body returned to its original appearance, but wrapped in long hair, making him look more like a cute pet dog.
"The rest of the Celestial Society followed Ye Huang to the death zone. Fugui's character is not suitable for this, so we left him in Jinghu."
Gu Youlan explained in a low voice.
Ye Suifeng nodded, Fugui's nature is simple, and it's really not suitable for playing tricks. To put it bluntly, letting him go out may cause bad things, after all, his strength lies there.
"Sister Yao, is the fairy master still busy? I haven't seen her in 100 years."
On the way to Central Island, Fugui asked aloud.
"She's in retreat."
Ye Qinyao said with a smile: "In a few years, you should be out of customs, and I will ask her to come pick you up then."
Fugui nodded seriously.
From Yongdong to Jiucheng, from Jiucheng to Yunxiao, they came to the fairy world together to build the nine heavens and ten lands together. The heart of wealth and honor has long been tied to Xiaoxiao's body.
Even if the resources are against the sky, and there is a mirror lake with supreme good fortune, there is no way to keep his mind to stay by Xiaoxiao's side.
"What about the rest of your family?"
Ye Suifeng asked.
"Still in Eternal Winter Imperial City."
Fugui said: "Grandpa is there, they won't go anywhere."
The old man he was talking about was actually Old Man Tianji.
The Zhanxiong clan is the most loyal clan Ye Suifeng has ever seen.
After a while, everyone returned to the central island of Mirror Lake.
The Enlightenment Tree is still standing, and the flowers and plants on the island have already matured, but under the suppression of Jinghu rules, no wisdom has been born.
But just pull out a grass and put it in the outside world, it is the supreme medicine that can make the immortal emperors break their heads.
Ye Suifeng sat in a familiar place, and the memories of the past flooded up like a tide.
If you don't count the ten thousand years of sleeping, in his whole life, he actually spent more time sitting on this stone bench than going out.
Here, he perfected Yuan Shi Gong, unraveled the structure of the Origin Tower, and refined countless good fortune gods.
And it was also on this stone table, watching Xiao Hei get out of the eggshell little by little.
Those pictures are as if they were yesterday.
Ye Suifeng sat quietly, in a trance, he seemed to smell a familiar fragrance.
Turning around, I realized that it was not an illusion, but a real existence.
"Master, it's time to eat."
Except for Ye Qinyao and Gu Youlan, no one knew about Ye Suifeng's return to Jinghu Lake.
I thought I would be isolated from the world here for a while, but I didn't expect that a visitor would usher in the next day.
"Ye Qian, kowtow to uncle."
It was Ye Qian who came. After he knew that Gu Youlan was taken away by a man from the library, he already knew that Ye Suifeng must be back.
After Ye Suifeng ascended to the fairy world, the two never met again. When Ye Suifeng stepped out of the universe, Ye Qian was still running his own Tianxia Academy in Yunxiao Realm.
"Get up."
Ye Suifeng said slowly.
Ye Qian stood up, cultivators regarded the years as nothing, but left obvious marks on Ye Qian's body.
Compared with the humble young man back then, Ye Qian now has lost all his youthfulness. At this time, he is more like a teacher who teaches, a master who has read a lot of poetry and books.
Beside Ye Qian, there was still an elegant woman and a four or five year old boy.
The woman is Ye Qian's wife, Xiao Yi, and this child...
"This is your son?"
Ye Suifeng asked.
"No."
Ye Qian smiled and said, "His name is Ye Fan, and he is my sixth-generation grandson of No.60."
Ye Suifeng was stunned. He didn't expect that this seemingly honest junior was the one with the most branches and leaves among the five members of the Ye family. The family contribution points must have racked up a lot.
"This name has courage."
Ye Suifeng took a serious look at Ye Fan. There is no one with this name who is waiting for you.
"I heard that you are also preparing for the Three Realms. What are you preparing for?"
Ye Suifeng asked.
Ye Qian smiled.
"Actually, I came here today to ask my uncle to take a look and see if there is any room for improvement."
As he spoke, he spread out his palm, and a golden writing brush appeared in his palm.
Ye Suifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, this writing brush was exactly the one that Ye Qian held in his hand when he was observing the world a few days ago.
I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but when it really appeared in front of my eyes, I realized that it was nothing special.
Its pen holder is the body of all living beings, and its nib is the soul of all living beings.
The words it writes are the thoughts of all living beings.
"I call it the Cangsheng Pen."
Ye Qian said.
More than a year passed slowly.
In the chaos, two figures broke through the chaos and came out.
An egg-shaped world quietly followed behind them.
In front of them is a huge world, with tens of thousands of giant trees running through the void, firmly supporting this huge world.
"Whoo~"
"Finally home."
Xiao Hei sighed.
