The whole family went crazy listening to my thoughts, I was responsible for feeding.

"Demon world, you and I are at odds with each other!"

Lu Chaochao cursed with tears in his eyes.

"I have never suffered any pain following Zhui Feng, and I don't know how much suffering I have to endure in the demon world." Lu Chaochao's little face wrinkled up, and he felt heartbroken when he thought of Zhui Feng being abducted and taken to the demon world alone.

Xie Yuzhou whispered: "Follow you and I'll be hungry for nine meals in three days."

"Zhui Feng's back is already hunched over. Do you know how to do it?"

Lu Chaochao shed tears: "I am riding a dog, is it too heavy?"

"No, it takes the blame too much. It takes the blame for bed-wetting, and it's also the reason why it's scratched with its claws when it can't finish its homework..."

Lu Chao breathed fire into his eyes.

Xie Yuzhou whistled and looked at the sky with innocent eyes.

I know that people who tell the truth are not likeable.

"Hmph, you're annoying!" Lu Chaochao glared at him before following the others down the mountain.

Many sword cultivators were injured today. Fortunately, the Sword Sect has a pharmacist and is returning to normal in an orderly manner.

Lu Chaochao stood in front of the white-browed old man. The old man had an immortal spirit and was like the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Sword Sect.

"Little girl, you are a mortal, why did you come to Jianzong?" the old man asked.

The little sword boy behind him said: "Master, it was little junior brother Xu Fan who brought her up the mountain. She is an emperor from the human world, who came here to pour out the turbid energy."

The old man had a meal.

His originally stooped waist suddenly stood up straight.

He looked at Lu Chaochao with burning eyes, the pain in his eyes, and he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He waved his hand, waving the child to leave.

Standing solemnly opposite Lu Chaochao, he folded his hands and saluted the four-year-old girl in front of him.

"Master, you can't do it!"

"Your thousand-year-old true monarch, a four-year-old empress cannot bear this." The little boy said hurriedly.

The old man shook his head: "I can bear it. This is what Wanjian Sect owes her."

"Girl, Wanjian Sect is ashamed of you and all the people in the world. Qingyang Dai Zongmen, I apologize to you." Qingyang Daojun gave a deep salute.

Lord Qingyang?

Lu Chaochao murmured in his heart that this nickname was given later, and he didn't know what the old man's real name was?
"It was the sect leader's suggestion. Master, you can't make the decision. You even fought against the sect leader for this and never stopped him." The little boy's eyes were red with anger.

"Whoever made the suggestion has already been named Wanjian Sect." It was Wanjian Sect who failed the world's trust and the Chaoyang Sword Master's wishes.

The old man sighed deeply, and for a moment, he seemed to have aged countless years.

"Bring some spiritual wine and snacks." Qingyang Daojun looked at Wuwu Mountain.

"Are you going to pay homage to her again? How many times a year do you have to go. Now the God Realm is not allowed to give her a statue in private, so be careful." Tong'er handed over the sacrificial objects that were always on hand.

"Don't be afraid. I have no hope of ascending. Anyway, it's just a few days."

When Tong'er heard this, he silently turned his head to one side and wiped away his tears.

"Grandpa Qingyang, can Chaochao go and see it together?" Lu Chaochao asked innocently.

Taojun Qingyang looked at those eyes, and was in a trance for a moment, but he couldn't help but agreed.

"Come with me." Daojun Qingyang held her hand with one hand and carried the food box up the mountain with the other.

"Wait for me in the courtyard. Chaochao will be back at dawn." After Lu Chaochao finished speaking, he jumped up the mountain.

The further up the mountain she went, the brighter her smile became.

Her Wuwu Mountain.

Wuwu Mountain is on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist. After the old man said goodbye, the two of them entered Wuwu Mountain one after another.

As soon as you enter the door, you can feel the strong spiritual energy in the air.

Walking along the bluestone slab on the ground, Lu Chaochao saw this scene that haunted her.

In the courtyard, there is a huge peach tree.

The peach trees are in blooming season. The peach blossoms on the trees are fluttering and falling in the wind, and the pink peach blossoms cover the ground.

The breeze blew the swing, and the swing swayed gently under the peach tree. She seemed to see that scene again.

She leaned on the swing and ordered seven disciples to squeeze her shoulders and beat her legs.

In the courtyard, the disciples were chasing and fighting, and the garden was filled with laughter.

"Chaochao, come in and sit down." Qingyang Daojun has become very familiar with Lu Chaochao.

"Put the tribute on the table and pour the wine on the floor."

Lu Chaochao followed suit and paid tribute to himself.

"Grandpa Qingyang, have you seen Chaoyang Sword Master?" the little guy asked secretly. Judging from Qingyang's age, he should have seen him before.

Qingyang sat on the deck chair in the courtyard.

"I've seen it."

"But at that time, she was amazingly talented, and the disciples around her were all extremely talented people. I... was inconspicuous."

Qingyang Daojun seemed to be lost in memories, with a smile on his lips.

"At that time, I was just an ordinary inner sect disciple. I had a quiet temperament and didn't like to communicate with others. So I often ran errands for Sword Master on the mountain and down the mountain." Sword Master liked the snacks from the mountain very much.

"For sword cultivators, swordsmanship is the basis for saving lives. But sword masters are never stingy."

"Every time I go up to the mountain, she secretly turns on a small stove for me and gives me guidance on sword practice."

"Although I have never been a student of hers, I have learned a lot from her."

"I thought I could be so stable for the rest of my life." Qingyang's voice gradually became lower, and the grief in his eyes almost overwhelmed him.

later……

"The entire elite of Wanjian Sect was lost in that smoke. Including her..."

Daojun Qingyang mentioned it several times and still shed tears.

"There are only a group of old and weak people left in the Wanjian Sect, swaying in the wind and rain. It is her meritorious service that makes no one in the three realms dare to touch the Jianzong, so that the Jianzong can breathe."

"At that time, although the Sword Sect was weak, they were united. Everyone was united in the Tao and took protecting the common people as their own responsibility."

"The life and death battle back then never destroyed the Sword Sect."

"In the end, it was destroyed by desire."

"Do you know who the current sect master is?" Qingyang seemed to want to talk, and he didn't care whether Lu Chaochao could understand.

In front of a four-year-old child, he can talk without any scruples.

"It's Mingkong. Mingkong is the child of the old sect leader."

"The Wanjian Sect was founded by the old sect master and the Chaoyang Sword Master. No one knows the relationship between the old sect master and the Sword Master, but in front of the Sword Master, the old sect master is very respectful."

"So, Sword Master has always been the core of Wanjian Sect."

"When the Heavenly Dao collapsed, the old sect leader and a group of elders died trying to save the world. The child left behind was Mingkong."

"Mingkong..." Qingyang shook his head in disappointment. He is not even half as good as the old sect leader.

"Because I have been taught by the Sword Master, my cultivation level is the best among the only disciples. The position of sect leader is between me and Mingkong."

"But Mingkong, he has a good godmother."

Lu Chaochao thought for a while, but in his memory, he didn't hear that Ming Kong had a godmother.

"Who is his godmother?" Lu Chaochao asked while swinging.

"It's Sword Master."

boom!
Lu Chaochao rolled down from the swing, his head covered with flower petals, and asked through gritted teeth: "Who is his godmother??"

"Mingkong said personally that he once worshiped Chaoyang Jianzun as his godmother!"

"The old sect leader has a very good relationship with the Sword Master, and it is normal for him to worship his godmother. Immediately, the whole sect respected him as the leader."

"!!"

"Fuck you, eldest son!"

After a nap, you wake up with an unfilial son? ! ! (End of chapter)