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

Lu Chaochao was so angry that he was speechless.

"Son? What a bastard!"

"Where's my sword? Where's my sword? Cut him to death!" Lu Chaochao turned around anxiously, making Qingyang look stunned.

"Chaoyang Sword Lord recognizes his son, why are you angry?"

Lu Chaochao...

The little girl pursed her lips tightly, her teeth itching with hatred.

I am still a young girl! ! Who has a son! !

Who will make the decision for me? !

Sometimes, I’m really helpless!

Damn Mingkong, ruin my reputation!

"He just relied on the name of Chaoyang Sword Master's godson to become the head? Good, good, good." She laughed angrily, with a smile that was not smiling but was quite revealing.

"The old sect master had a high level of cultivation, and he only got such a son in his later years. He was always doting on Li Ha, but at that time his level of cultivation was not high and he couldn't convince others."

"Only the Chaoyang Sword Master who sacrifices can shock everyone."

"As for whether he is the godson of Sword Master, no one can verify it."

Lu Chaochao had a stern face, and there were many peach blossoms on his head and shoulders.

Qingyang Daojun was still reminiscing about the past, while Lu Chaochao squatted under the peach tree with his butt stuck out, digging for something.

After a while, there was a pile of mud under my feet.

Sudden...

Qingyang Daojun sat up straight.

"I smell a strong smell of Baiguo Liquor." Baiguo Liquor is brewed from hundreds of kinds of spiritual fruits in the spiritual world. Moreover, the aroma of this wine is rich and overbearing, as if it has been stored for thousands of years.

Lu Chaochao dug out several small jars from the mud.

"Would you like to drink it?" She chuckled. This was the fruit wine she had collected back then.

Qingyang Daojun's eyes widened.

"How did you know there was fruit wine buried under the tree?"

But Lu Chaochao didn't bother to answer him at all, and directly opened the red sealing cloth on the jar, letting out the overbearing and mellow smell of wine.

Qingyang Daojun swallowed hard.

Lu Chaochao handed over a jar: "Try it quickly. The color has turned golden. It is already the best wine."

Qingyang Daojun took it tremblingly and carefully poured a glass.

The color is golden, comparable to the jade liquid and nectar of the God Realm.

He took a shallow sip and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Good wine!!"

He drank a few sips before sighing: "Are you, little girl, the reincarnation of a treasure-hunting rat? I have been paying tribute here for thousands of years, and I never thought there was a precious wine under the peach tree."

Lu Chaochao only took a sip, and his face flushed, and his whole face became hot and red.

He fell to the ground holding the wine can and spoke loudly: "Then...of course...is there anything I don't know?"

"Cheers, hehe, cheers..." She stood up unsteadily and drank one glass after another with Qingyang Daojun.

"It's no fun to drink like this... You, you, wait for me for a while." Lu Chaochao staggered towards the door.

The thousand-year-old wine is already intoxicating, and Taojun Qingyang is already in a trance.

By the time he opened the second bottle of wine, Lu Chaochao had already returned with a leg of meat.

The leg meat was huge. He squinted his eyes, but he felt dizzy and couldn't see clearly what kind of spiritual beast meat it was.

After a while, a fire was set up in the yard.

Lu Chaochao skillfully spread the ingredients and oil.

The two ate meat and drank wine.

Qingyang Daojun was completely drunk and even danced his sword under the moonlight. The old man with white hair and white eyebrows was a bit ethereal. Lu Chaochao burped and clapped.

"Okay, okay, dance well."

After saying that, he threw the bone away and wiped his hands on his skirt.

Then he took out the Chaoyang Sword.

The little girl always felt that the height restriction was a problem. After thinking about it, she took out the mask given by the national master last time. Putting on the mask, his stature instantly increased.

The little girl who was originally wearing a blue dress suddenly transformed into a Pingting girl.

The girl is as graceful as a frightening giant and graceful as a swimming dragon, dancing with a sword under the moonlight.

Click...

The sword in Qingyang Daojun's hand fell to the ground feebly. He stared blankly at the girl's figure under the moonlight.

"Sword... Zun!" He rubbed his eyes and whispered.

"Tonight, I was too drunk. I actually saw the Sword Master dancing a sword for me in person... OK, OK, just let me be wild in my dream." He grabbed the sword and started sparring with the Sword Master.

Laugh now and then, take a swig now and then.

It wasn't until late at night that Daojun Qingyang fell asleep on the recliner with a wine bottle in his arms.

There was a smile on his lips. Today, he dreamed of faith.

Lu Chaochao burped, holding the wine bottle in one hand and holding the sword in the other as he walked out of Wuwu Mountain. He walked unsteadily and staggered a bit.

She entered the Mingkong Mansion without alerting anyone.

"Let me see... what are you dealing with the gods?" She entered the cave quietly.

The spiritual energy in Mingkong Kong Mansion is no weaker than Wuwu Mountain.

The cave is extremely extravagant, and it can be seen that Mingkong is greedy for enjoyment.

It is completely opposite to the hardship of sword cultivator.

"Unfilial son! How dare you pretend to be my son, you evildoer!" she muttered as she walked away.

Inside the cave, one can faintly feel the aura of God.

She disappeared.

The drunken Lu Chaochao's pupils shrank suddenly. There are actually many elves hiding in Mingkong Mansion!
What on earth is he doing!
Mingkong's voice can be vaguely heard: "Immortal Lord, this is the last group of elves. Take a look, is this what you are looking for?"

Lu Chaochao could feel the aura of the gods and explore all the elves present.

"Not the person I'm looking for." The voice seemed to come from the upper world, but it didn't sound real.

"There must be some missing spirit." God's voice was extremely certain.

Mingkong frowned and said: "The Elf Island has been wiped out, and this is the last batch of elves. This batch is all top-notch in terms of qualifications and appearance."

"Could it be her?" A flash of surprise flashed in Mingkong's eyes.

"A few days ago, when the elves were auctioning in the Treasure Pavilion, they encountered a black elf."

"She seems to be different from ordinary elves. Her force is extremely strong. She destroyed the Treasure Pavilion with one person. Take away all the elves!"

"Is it her you are looking for?"

God's breath changes instantly.

"Dark Elf? Strong in force?! Yes, it's her! Catch her and destroy her at all costs!" God's voice was full of rage. Wherever there is the usual compassion, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a demon.

Mingkong only found out about this after hearing what Xuan Cang said after escaping.

"Immortal Lord, why do you have to kill all the elves? Could it be that the elves have committed some heinous crime?" Mingkong had been curious for a long time, and finally asked this question.

Mingkong felt a strong pressure, and his hand hanging by his side trembled slightly.

The gods were sizing him up.

"Immortal Lord, is there anything else you can't tell me?"

"You said you want the elves, so I will sweep away all the elves on the island and capture them to worship you."

"You said that God Chongyue was causing trouble, so I summoned him to the lower realm through the friendship of the Sword Sect. I laid a dragnet for him..."

"even……"

"Slay God."

"Mingkong has staked everything to follow you. There is no turning back for Mingkong."

"You still can't believe me?"

The other party seemed to have thought about it for a long time: "Venerable Tianxing has calculated that that person has the blood of elves."

"We must kill her before she grows up! Otherwise..."

"She will overthrow the entire God Realm!" (End of Chapter)