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Reach out and brush away the veil.

Take off the hat on your head.

The red-haired Golden elixir master revealed his true appearance.

Shouting: "Daddy!"

The footsteps stopped, and the tall figure stepped out of the shadow of the alchemy furnace and appeared in the light and dust. The black top corner and the red hair that was tied up wantonly shone in the light, until that familiar face reappeared.

Black robes, long red hair the same as hers.

Tushan Jinghong was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He took two quick steps.

Before she could reach a place far away from Tushan Jun's husband, she suddenly stopped.

"father."

"You're still alive." Tu Shan Jinghong didn't come closer because she was afraid. She was afraid that everything in front of her was just a fantasy she had imagined, and she was even more afraid that her approach would destroy the scene in front of her.

Tu Shanjun didn't know how to answer for a while, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. In short, there shouldn't be much difference between being neither a human nor a ghost.

Still alive for now.

Then he said: "Still alive."

"Just stay alive."

After murmuring softly and chewing twice, Tushan Jinghong's eyes lit up and he repeated: "Just stay alive!"

As long as you are alive.

The worries and insecurities lingering in Tushan Jinghong's heart disappeared. All fears and hesitations were put down, and all doubts disappeared.

Tushan Jinghong knew that the person in front of him was his father.

That upright man,

Still alive!

Tushan Jinghong took two steps back and stared at Tushanjun.

Tu Shanjun also looked at Jinghong.

The child has grown up.

I vaguely remember that Jinghong still looked childish at that time, but now he has long red hair.

His eyes were full of pride. In just over ten years, he had been able to reach the golden elixir. His aura was powerful and powerful, which was indeed far beyond Tushanjun's expectations. After all, no matter how powerful a genius was, he would have to face disaster.

Jinghong was able to survive the disaster even though his family was destroyed and everyone was dead. This kind of character was enough to reassure Tushanjun.

Tushan burst into tears and laughed.

All those unfamiliar feelings disappeared.

Of course it's unfamiliar.

After all, we haven’t seen each other for more than ten years.

No matter how familiar relatives are, there will be times when they are unfamiliar, but the separation of life and death dilutes it too much.

Tushan Jinghong once thought his father was dead.

It's not that she doesn't want to go back to Daheishan, but there's no point in going back. For monks, they either have to ascend the great road, or be reincarnated and re-cultivate, or the last thing is to lose their soul and die.

Therefore, even if he knew that there were his father's bones in Daheishan, Tushan Jinghong was not in a hurry to return to worship and collect them.

Maybe the world thinks she is unfilial.

But she understood that her own strength was not enough to support her leaving Wanfa Sect.

Needless to say, being filial while alive is better than thousands of pounds of ashes after death.

"father."

"You're back."

Tushan Jinghong, who was about to kneel down, was lifted up by a force of magic, making her straighten her back.

Tushan Jinghong wanted to make a grand ceremony, but she couldn't resist True Lord Nascent Soul. Soon, she heard Tushan Lord's chuckle: "What's the point of kneeling down?"

Looking at Tu Shan Jinghong with tears in his eyes, Tu Shanjun laughed.

"Father and daughter recognize each other."

"Isn't it better to hug your head and cry?"

Jinghong shook his head and said: "Isn't it nice to hug my head and cry!"

"Then there's no need to cry."

…

A pinch of the secret.

The twenty-eight constellations formation changed and the cauldron disappeared beside him.

Even the complicated inscriptions and talismans disappeared, leaving only a low table lying horizontally, surrounded by three layers of small classes, not sitting on the floor.

Tu Shanjun patted the edge of the low table: "Sit down and talk." While speaking, he looked at Jinghong carefully and said with a smile: "Like me, not only does he look similar, but his temper is also very similar to mine."

"I didn't plan to see you originally."

Jinghong, who had just sat cross-legged on the other side of the low table, was stunned.

She searched for a long time before finally finding her father's belongings.

I just never thought that one day I would see my loved ones standing in front of me alive again.

This can no longer be said to be a surprise, but it makes her feel lucky, lucky that her father is strong, God has opened her eyes, and fate has favored her, allowing her father to rebuild and return.

However, after searching for a long time, I got this answer.

Tushan Jinghong didn't feel angry or sad, but felt a sense of grievance.

sorrow and grief.

Nose is sore.

"My son Jinghong has grown up."

"You have your own path to walk. Dad is the same, he also has his own path."

Tu Shanjun saw Jinghong's grievance. He also knew that his family's loss and death depended on the Wanfa Sect. He must have endured a lot of hardships in the past ten years to achieve such a level of cultivation.

No matter how powerful your talents and abundant resources are, it is impossible to become a master if you don't work hard.

Just like Chi Xuan.

It was a fantasy fight again and again.

The pinnacle grandmaster taught him step by step, took an elixir bath that healed the body and mind every few days, and coupled with countless resources, he was able to become a grandmaster in just a dozen years.

The pain was no less than being tortured, and no easier than cutting out the heart and liver.

However, people always have to grow up.

You always have to walk the road yourself.

Tu Shanjun has already paved the way for Jinghong. The storage bag contains the resources he has accumulated for half his life. There is no need to ask for an opportunity to break the mirror. The remaining Yinhun Pills are enough to support Jinghong's future practice.

Tushan Jinghong looked down at the teacup in front of him, the sparkling light reflecting off it.

As a strong person, of course I will not shed tears casually.

"But there's no need not to meet each other."

"How was it after we met?"

Tu Shan Jinghong raised his head and suddenly felt that his father seemed a little strange.

It's not that the identity of the family member is unfamiliar, but that there are a lot of indescribable differences. In short, it is different from the familiar figure in her memory.

This made her panic and eager to tell her future plans, as if she was also eager to prove something: "Of course, we will go back to Daheishan. Let's go home together and rebuild the country. Everyone is waiting for you, Prime Minister Nie, Uncle Ma, Aunt Long, …”

Tu Shanjun did not interrupt Jinghong's words, he just listened quietly, preparing to wait for Jinghong to finish speaking, but Jinghong did not seem to be as confident as he was at first, and even his loud voice gradually became quieter.

Finally he stopped talking, as if he had realized something.

Can they return to Daheishan again?

What should Wanfa Sect do?

What to do with the expectations of the master and the sect?

What about Shangzong’s schedule?

When Tu Shan Jinghong came back to her senses, she realized that her father was not unwilling to see her.

He suddenly laughed, a helpless smile filling his face.

Looking up at Tushanjun who was listening and waiting quietly with a kind face and deep eyes, Jinghong remained silent.

My father is still my father, but times have changed.

As my father said.

She has grown up.

This is both a sigh and a sigh.

When you grow up, you become an adult.

You must learn to take on a lot and assume your own responsibilities.

Whether it is for her own path, the monks who follow her, and the sect that has high hopes for her. Many things are no longer as simple as they once were, nor as carefree as they once were.

That carefree thing is called childhood.

Tu Shanjun looked at the complicated talismans with different patterns on the side.

The twenty-eight constellations are arranged in sequence.

This is his masterpiece, a star formation specially arranged by him to nourish the alchemy furnace: "I'm not asking you to make any choice, but I hope you can spend your life in the way you like."

"The chick will eventually spread its wings and live under my protection for a long time."

"In fact, it is not only shelter, but also shadow."

"You will never surpass me by living in my shadow."

Tu Shanjun's reminiscing gaze stopped abruptly. He moved his eyes to look at Tushan Jinghong on the other side of the low table: "Jinghong, go fly and go to a wider world."

After a long time, Tu Shan was shocked and said, "I want to go back to Daheishan."

"Dahei Mountain is right there. If you want to go back, you can go back at any time."

"Is it really Daheishan that you want to go back to?"

"Father wants me to put it down?"

Tu Shanjun laughed loudly: "Maybe one day a real immortal will suddenly appear and tell you that as long as you let go, you will become an immortal. Don't believe it. If I become an immortal one day, I will talk nonsense."

Opening his hand, the Xu Hun Banner was spinning in Tu Shanjun's palm. Tu Shanjun turned his hand and put the Hun Ban away away: "Besides, you didn't pick it up, so how can you put it down?"

Tu Shan Jinghong withdrew his gaze, resting his elbows on the low table and cupping his cheek in deep thought: "In half a year, I will go to the Shangzong. This is something that has been decided long ago. The resources of the Shangzong were determined by the Grand Competition. of tilt.”

He muttered: "I should stay in Shangzong."

"This is a good thing." Tu Shanjun looked down at the low table. His face was reflected in the tea bowl. He was as handsome as ever. He was obviously so young, but his eyes looked aged.

"The Wanfa Sect has the best monks, well-inherited and powerful martial arts, magical powers, resources and opportunities..."

Tushanjun's eyes moved and he did not continue.

It's not that he doesn't want to say something, but that he feels more and more like a stubborn elder who says good things for his children, but actually doesn't know what his children want.

The top big sect, that is indeed a broad road.

But monks should not be restricted or even put in shackles.

this is not right.

Looking up, he happened to see Tu Shan Jinghong's deep purple eyes.

Look up as well.

The most fundamental thing for a monk is his cultivation. Without the support of cultivation, he is like an illusory castle in the air, which will break at the touch of a touch. Moreover, monks like them cannot become immortals by guarding that one-third of an acre of land.

At least, she knew for sure that Tu Shanjun definitely wanted to become an immortal.

Tushan Jinghong changed the topic at the right time.

She felt that if they continued to discuss that issue, the two of them might have to talk for a long time: "I have a way to take Aunt Long and Uncle Ma out of the small wilderness."

"It was already decided."

"But when you come back, they will definitely not be willing to leave."

Jinghong let out a long sigh.

It's not because of the so-called loss, but because of the thought that Daheishan will be rejected by her father one day after hearing the news, it is estimated that those uncles and aunts will be very desperate.

Jinghong was no longer a child, and she understood the meaning of Tu Shanjun's words very clearly.

"I'll talk."