Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

Gao Dachun's sacred tree goes straight into the sky and can be seen from a distance.

Yang Xuan stood by the root of chunshenmu and felt a little numb. He had never seen such a huge tree before. Ordinary trees were only surrounded by a few people and a dozen people, but this huge tree in front of him had to be surrounded by at least hundreds of people.

On the old tree body, the thick roots are intertwined, like vigorous and powerful arms firmly grasping the ground. On the tree trunk, the old bark curls up, full of knife scars left by years of wind and frost.

There is a tall tree hole at the root of the tree, which is the entrance of the Spring Temple.

Yang Xuan's mood is a little uneasy. He wants to know whether his guess is correct, but he doesn't want to guess correctly.

But when he saw a beautiful figure standing far by the circling wooden ladder, he looked at himself in amazement and knew that his intuition seemed to be really accurate.

"Qingcheng?" Yang Xuan asked cautiously, but his heart beat quickly. From the expression on Yu Qingcheng's face, Yang Xuan could see that something seemed to have happened.

"Nerd?" Yu Qingcheng's voice has been mixed with a little trembling. Although Chunshen has told her the news in advance, she still feels that she can't suppress her emotions.

Wearing a purple gauze skirt, the girl rushed towards Yang Xuan like a milk swallow and was held in her arms by Yang Xuan.

"Qingcheng, are you okay?" Yang Xuan saw something wrong with Yu Qingcheng's mood and asked nervously.

But Yu Qingcheng immediately burst into tears, beating his fists on Yang Xuan, venting his uneasiness and grievances.

Yang Xuan quickly reached out and patted Yu Qingcheng on the back. After waiting for a while, he finally said, "Qing Cheng, are you alone?"

"And the moon... The moon is coming." Yu Qingcheng sobbed, but halfway through, he began to cry again.

"What happened to yue'er?" Yang Xuan's heart suddenly had a little bad feeling and asked nervously, "what's the matter with yue'er? Qingcheng, don't scare me."

"Alas." One side of the Baguio couldn't help sighing and told Yang Xuan what happened to the two women after they came to the heaven.

Yang Xuan listened very carefully, and his expression changed with Biyao's story.

When he heard that long Qiuyue didn't hesitate to directly explode her scales to stop the enemy in order to kill miyaro before she died, his murderous spirit rushed to the sky.

Baguio looked at Yang Xuan like Jiuyou Shura in front of her, and her eyes were a little blurred.

Yu Qingcheng was lying in Yang Xuan's arms at this time. He had gradually stopped crying, but he still couldn't stop sobbing.

"Well, don't cry." Yang Xuan gently patted Yu Qingcheng on the back and comforted him: "madam, don't worry. If you dare to let you be wronged, I won't let them feel better."

He then turned around and bowed to Baguio and said respectfully, "Your Highness, thank you for your help."

"Nothing. This is what I should do. After all, Qingcheng is my descendant. I can't watch my descendant be wronged under my eyes." Baguio replied calmly, "however, the mood of the little dragon girl seems to be a little unstable. Next is what you have to do as a husband. If you don't handle it well, it may leave a shadow on her."

"I see." Yang Xuan nodded and walked up the stairs towards the upper room.

The steps are long and very quiet. Yang Xuan walked up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in his ears.

About the height of the Spring Temple, an ambulatory appeared in front of Yang Xuan, with rooms on both sides. Yang Xuan walked carefully forward, came to the door of a room with the word "Moon" pasted on the door, and gently pushed the door open.

Long Qiuyue was in the room at this time. Yang Xuan suddenly came in and startled her. After a scream, she hid in the quilt and shrunk into a ball.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Long Qiuyue's voice seemed to tremble, but it made Yang Xuan more distressed.

Yang Xuan walked into the room, closed the door with his backhand, and said in as peaceful a voice as possible: "yue'er, brother came to see you."

"No, brother, will you go out first?" Long Qiuyue's voice had brought a cry cavity and said to Yang Xuan, "brother, please go out first. Yueer doesn't want to see you now."

"No." Yang Xuan said without hesitation, "where is a wife who doesn't want to see her husband?"

"But..." What else does long Qiuyue want to say, but Yang Xuan has come to the window two steps and pressed long Qiuyue hidden in the quilt.

Long Qiuyue's body was tense in an instant, just like a full bow.

"Brother, No." Long Qiuyue wriggled and wanted to escape, but Yang Xuan had climbed to the bed and put his hands into the quilt. After groping up and down, he fiercely hugged long Qiuyue's thin waist and pulled her out of the quilt as fiercely as pulling out turnips.

"Ah!!" Long Qiuyue screamed, her body shrunk into a ball, and her face looked at Yang Xuan pale.

Yang Xuan's eyes fell on long Qiuyue. His pupils suddenly shrunk and his face became iron blue. Long Qiuyue became more nervous when she saw the change in Yang Xuan's face: "brother, are you going to stop me?"

Yang Xuan didn't speak. He hugged the little girl into his arms. The murderous spirit filled the whole room in an instant, making the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

On long Qiuyue's body, half moon shaped scars are densely distributed, covering her whole body. It is the trace left after the Dragon scales fall off. It looks like a fierce ghost from a distance.

Long Qiuyue shrank in Yang Xuan's arms and trembled.

"Brother, the moon is getting better... Uh... Uh..." What else does long Qiuyue want to say, but she is roughly wrapped around her lips by Yang Xuan, and can only make a series of vague sounds.

Yang Xuan's hands groped on long Qiuyue's body, tore the clothes on long Qiuyue's body, and then the whole person bullied him up, which released long Qiuyue's small mouth.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Long Qiuyue asked nervously.

"Of course, it's what a husband should do." Yang Xuan tore off his clothes, exposed his angular muscles, and smiled at long Qiuyue.

Long Qiuyue's cheeks turned red and said to Yang Xuan, "brother, no, this is someone else's territory."

"So what?" As soon as Yang Xuan straightened his waist, the long gun rushed straight in and made trouble with the Yellow Dragon.

"Brother ~" long Qiuyue's voice suddenly softened, a slight groan came out of her throat, her body trembled, round, white and tender, like the legs of autumn lotus root, subconsciously lifted, tightly wrapped around Yang Xuan's waist, felt the impact that gradually began to become fierce, and her eyes became blurred.