Broken Night

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Three ─ Wearing a Red Robe and Going Around the World

It can be said that Wanqianhong is one of the idols of female cultivators in the world.

It is not in line with the vibrant Chaoxia Palace, but in the cave that symbolizes the palace lord, it is unusually quiet.

A young man is exercising his body, even if the sweat is pouring down, there is only a slight panting sound, which is inaudible.

In a pavilion covered with colorful tulle not far from the boy, a woman was embroidering something. There was a quiet smile on the corner of her mouth, occasionally raising her head and looking at the boy's sweaty appearance, she was a little dazed.

In the youth's practice, she has never forced or enticed her with words. Everything seems to have an invisible whip, constantly spurring the youth to practice and become stronger. This young man's talent was already stronger than he was back then, and coupled with that kind of hard work like hard work...

What kind of luck did she have to find such a successor?

"Little Hao, come here."

Hearing the word "Xiaohao", the hard-working boy shuddered.

He didn't come over immediately, but walked to a large stone next to him, picked up the rag on it, wiped the sweat off his body, put on his clothes, walked to the pavilion and said seriously, "Don't call me again. Xiaohao."

These two people are Wan Qianhong, the current master of Zhaoxia Palace, and Wan Erhao, who was reincarnated as a human.

Wan Qianhong covered her mouth and smiled, this smile seemed to dim the surrounding colors: "Xiaohao is just shy."

"Come on, try it out." Wan Qianhong held a robe in his hands and handed it to Wan Erhao.

Wan Erhao saw the robe in front of him, his expression remained still, but there were doubtful fluctuations in his eyes. The teacher and the apprentice have been together for a long time, and they already know each other very well. Wan Erhao likes plain clothes, such as the dark green military uniforms often worn in the past, such as white, black, gray and other robes.

But the robes in front of him were all red.

Wan Erhao took the robe in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The robe looks only red, but it is in the position of the sleeve and front of the robe, but it is a flower.

big purple flower. Wan Erhao is no stranger to this big flower, because the mountains near Chaoxia Palace are covered with this kind of big flower.

This large flower is called the morning sun flower.

Chaoxia Palace was a place of poisonous swamp thousands of years ago. In contemporary times, a strong man has established sects everywhere and named it Chaoxia Palace. The colorful mist near the Chaoxia Palace, after careful inspection, turned out to be from these big purple flowers blooming in the mountains.

When the purple flower blooms every season, it will spit out pollen, which spreads all around. It is pollen, poisonous clouds, and seeds.

So the whole mountain is full of this poisonous purple flower.

In the end, this big purple flower was named Chaoxia Flower, which is also the natural barrier of Chaoxia Palace's protection and the symbol of Chaoxia Palace.

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Seeing Wan Erhao's doubts, Wan Qianhong's face that looked like a young girl was full of smiles: "Wearing this robe is a symbol of your succession as the master of this palace."

"You are about to put on this robe, leave Chaoxia Palace, and head south."

"There's still about a year left before Yun Mansion accepts apprentices. You walk over there... Well, it should be almost a year."

Wan Erhao's hand holding the robe suddenly froze.

Walk past?

Wan Qianhong said with a look of relief: "Little Hao, you've almost finished your practice. It's time to go out and try your best. When you come back, it's time for me to reveal that you are the next generation of the palace lord of my Chaoxia Palace. ."

Wan Erhao was silent for a moment: "Why?"

Wan Qianhong shook her head, she knew what Wan Erhao was asking: "Xiaohao, you underestimate Yunfu."

"In the legend, all the patterns in the world come out of the Cloud Palace. This is not a lie. Now, what I am telling you is the secret of the Chaoxia Palace for thousands of years, a secret that only the palace masters of all dynasties can know."

Wan Qianhong's always smiling face is also slightly restrained: "A thousand years ago, the first generation palace master of Chaoxia Palace, the one who founded the sect and established the millennium power, is one of the seven disciples of the contemporary Yunfu. "

Wan Erhao's face was still expressionless, in fact, he was almost isolated from the world. Apart from the Chaoxia Palace and the spiky jungle on the side, he has no knowledge of the outside world at all. The news of the world of cultivators that he learned was all from thousands of red mouths.

So he didn't think there was anything great about this news that would have shocked the world if it were made public.

"Contemporary palace lords have also been passed down. If you think that the potential next-generation palace lord candidates happen to meet Yunfu to accept apprentices, they must participate. Even the strength of the first-generation Zhaoxia palace lord Qianwenjing is very dignified. The words are passed down: Yunfu is unfathomable, even if you learn a little bit, you can go anywhere in the world."

"Xiaohao, let's go. Be my proud disciple."

Wan Erhao remained silent, just holding the red robe in his hands, suddenly feeling that the red robe was a little heavy. But more than that, it is the reluctance to part soon.

"promise me."

After a long silence, Wan Erhao suddenly spoke.

"When I come back, don't call me Xiaohao again."

After speaking, Wan Erhao nodded to Wan Qianhong as a salute: "I'm leaving."

It's a goodbye to go back to Spiked Jungle, and immediately he'll start heading south.

Wan Qianhong watched Wan Erhao's back disappear into the [Ten Thousand Miles of Layers of Yarn], and then disappeared.

How decisive is that back.

Wan Qianhong also looked complicated. In fact, she was not as indifferent as she appeared on the surface.

For Wan Erhao, she is also very complicated.

Yitu and Yiyou are like her son and a lovely younger brother of hers. She has always been accustomed to living a quiet life, so she lives alone in the cave.

And on that day, the boy who couldn't speak walked into her cave.

Since then, her quiet life has had one more person.

Fortunately, that figure was more reluctant to talk than she was.

Gradually, he became a more talkative person.

Occasionally looking up and seeing a person beside her, this feeling makes her feel very fulfilled.

Wan Qianhong murmured to herself, "Xiaohao, don't blame elder sister. The chicks need to be trained before they can fly high."

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Wan Erhao returned to the Spiked Jungle with the big red robe in his hands. Perhaps he felt that Wan Erhao was in a bad mood, and the iron gibbon around him did not pester him. He walked straight to the residence that symbolized the chief of the Iron Gibbons, which was also the residence of his mother.

He expressed his intention to leave and go to the south.

The Gibbon mother fell silent.

After a long time, she waved her hand.

Go for it.

The child also has a day of growth. As the existence that rules countless iron gibbons, she understands this law very well.

Before leaving, he bowed his head respectfully.

This is an etiquette that is difficult to understand for the iron gibbon, and it is a thank you for its many years of nurturing. Without the adoption of the Iron Gibbon King, Wan Erhao might not have survived at all.

He put on a big red robe, and put some food and replacement clothes in the jade pendant space around his waist.

A young man, wearing a red robe, stepped out of the thorny jungle under the reluctant gaze of countless Iron Gibbons. That flamboyant red shadow was paired with a dead face with no expression and entered the world.

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