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Chapter 819 Killing Husband and Proving the Way 34
Lift the boat and return to the clan,
Since then, the entire comprehension world has started a hundred-year recuperation.

The head of the Shangyuan sect, Chang Hao, deeply felt that his disciples had hope, so he simply taught the younger disciples hand in hand, and after the little tree demon Yuan Ying passed away, he relieved the burden of being the head of the sect and went away happily.

The little tree demon has a close relationship with his senior brother, and there is no resistance to being the head of the sect.

The first thing he did when he took office was to invite people from the entire cultivation world to his wedding with Jia Lan. Although according to his seniority, he should call her Master Uncle...but why not?

On the day of the wedding, countless sects from the cultivation world came, and the scene was extremely grand.

Daoist couples in the cultivation world are different from the human world. They don't respect the sky and the earth, they only respect the immortal way and never change their minds to move forward hand in hand... The two newcomers in red looked at each other and held their sleeves tightly.

Qing Le: "..."

This is not a generalization of the battle between immortals and demons, it is clearly the love history of the little tree demon.

With the crystal ball lightly at hand, Qing Le walked to the window.

The wind blows the curtain, and the white clouds in the distance are long and the green hills are green... She really wanted to ask the woman if she could leave a few words and get an answer when she came back.

The immortal crosses the tribulation, the long court...

pity.

The woman closes her eyes.

As the bitter mountain wind blows, Qingle understands that she has to walk this road by herself after all.

Do you regret it?Naturally regret it.

But she knew that everything now was retribution, God would not see it after all, and would let her taste the taste of loss, even more difficult than it.

Changting, no, that's just her name, maybe that person doesn't have that name at all.

He said that he had passed the catastrophe, so he ascended in the daytime.

She doesn't know his origin at all, the sky is full of gods and Buddhas, how can she find him?

The wind suddenly blew up, the curtains shook, and the room was silent.

In the evening, the little tree demon got the news that Qing Le left the sect.

He shrugged, but he didn't care, and turned to push the official business in his hand, and took the lady's hand: "Let's go down the mountain and go to grandpa's for dinner."

The woman who closed her eyes and meditated opened her eyes and got up.

The square market is still very lively, many sect disciples are sitting on both sides of the road at will, with a random blanket on which there are some strange things, pills, unknown herbs, unknown ores, and story books for sale. of.

The little tree demon held his wife's hand and walked all the way, stopping to ask questions from time to time.

Jia Lan's face was expressionless, but when he looked closely, his eyes sparkled, and he listened with gusto. The little tree demon said: "My mother used to like to bring me and grandpa to pick up leaks. She has a wide range of knowledge and can always find some others. Good thing left out."

"But she is not greedy, and she will always share with others when she encounters good things."

"At that time, there were people waiting at the door of my house on purpose. Whenever my mother took us out, they would follow behind... a large group, and the scene was quite spectacular."

Jia Lan blinked: "Then where is your father?"

"My father naturally follows behind, but sometimes my mother and father will come out alone."

I don't know what came to mind, the little tree demon burst into laughter, "At first, some people thought that my mother was going to check for leaks, but after following for a long time, it turned out that the two of them were just drinking tea, listening to music, and buying some gadgets... ...until dark the man found nothing."

"So, everyone has known since then that as long as my mother and my father go out together, they are simply relaxing and not picking on the wrong things."

"Unfortunately……"

The smile on the little tree demon's face fell, and he looked towards the sky: "It would be great if my father also had spiritual roots."

His face was gloomy, and Jia Lan felt a pain in his heart, and couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly. The little tree demon was stunned, and when he realized it, he squeezed her hand tightly and smiled: "I'm fine, let's go, grandpa must be there Waiting."

I bought a jug of wine by the side of the road, and after a while, the two arrived in the small yard.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the small courtyard is still the same as before, with two old wooden doors, a persimmon tree planted in the corner of the small courtyard, and many elixir in the sun... It is vaguely like yesterday.

On the stone bench, a little old man with a goatee lowered his head and took medicine.

The little tree demon pushed the door open and walked in: "Grandpa, we are back, and you are drying the elixir again."

The little old man raised his head immediately, and smiled all over his face in the next second, wiped his hands on the handkerchief, and stood up: "Young master, young lady, you are back, sit down quickly, I will pour you tea."

The little tree demon swaggered and sat on the stone bench, fiddled with the elixir he had prepared.

His subordinates have always been indifferent, and they made a mess without a single household. Jialan frowned and couldn't help but tugged at his arm. He didn't want Uncle Zhong to bring tea to see him, but smiled and said: "It's okay, You can play if you want, young master."

Totally treat him like a child.

The little tree demon immediately winked at his wife, terrified.

Uncle Zhong was very happy when the young master and the young lady came back. He killed a chicken that night. He is good at making alchemy. A simple chicken has been prepared by him specially. The fragrance can make people swallow their tongues.

Jia Lan was more reserved, but the little tree demon was not at all, throwing off his arms, sweating profusely from eating.

Uncle Zhong was enjoying watching, and from time to time, he brought food for the two of them, saying: "Eat more, there is still in the pot, tell Lao Nu what you want to eat next time, and Lao Nu will make it for you."

The little tree demon nodded madly: "Okay, I still want to eat braised pork, beggar chicken..."

He reached for the wine, gulped it down, and brought Uncle Zhong together, neither of them was a good drinker, so they drank too much after a while, put their arms around their necks, and started bragging.

Jialan: "..."

She sat on the seat, eating by herself, and the laughter in her ears turned into suppressed crying.

Uncle Zhong burst into tears: "Why, why can't you cultivate immortality? There are tens of thousands of immortals in this world, how many masters are there? Why... I will never see the young master again, wow——"

The little tree demon cried with snot and tears: "Mother just dropped me like this, woo woo, father is afraid alone, and I am also afraid alone."

The movement in Jialan's hands slowed down and stopped on the table.

This is not the first time for her to come here. Your husband is in charge of the entire sect, and there are many big and small things, and you have to take care of your cultivation in the middle, so how busy is it?But every year at this time, he would bring her here to have dinner with grandpa.

But she knew that this grandfather was not his real grandfather, but a servant of the Shen family.

He raised the young master by himself, and later watched the young master marry a wife and have children, and later, followed her nominal mother-in-law to the world of cultivation, from a first-order mortal to a cultivator.

During the years when my husband entered Shangyuanzong, he was always by the side of the two masters.

The woman taught him how to cultivate, and she taught him a low-grade little monk with great vigor, and her alchemy skills were superb, attracting countless monks to flock to him.

It was also him who personally sent off his young master and wife.

(End of this chapter)