Although Qin Haoxuan has always been generous, he still feels a little sour when he sees his son likes others...

Yilan played with Qin Haoxuan's hair and said, "By the way, is it fun in the world?"

"Ah, the mortal world..." Qin Haoxuan said with memories, "It's okay, but those mortals are too fragile."

Yilan said with anticipation: "In the hall just now, Uncle Murong said he wanted to go to the mortal world to see the emperor's throne ceremony, and I want to go and see it too!"

Qin Haoxuan thought for a while, then shook his head: "Murong is too sleek. You are still young and have a stable state of mind, so it is not suitable to follow him."

Yilan curled her mouth, her face showed dissatisfaction, and her tone was full of grievance: "I have been out of the Wanjiao Immortal for so long, and I have never seen any world before. Dad, I still remember what you said to me in Zhenxian Mountain, saying how wonderful this world is and how many fun things are there. I want to go and see it, but you won't let it go!"

At the end, Yilan's voice was filled with a little accusation.

Qin Haoxuan looked at Yilan without hesitation and said lightly: "These are not urgent. The things that have been learned in the world are written in the rules of the sect. One by one, you will let you experience them with the disciples of Taichu."

Yilan's thin eyebrows stood up and she widened her eyes at Qin Haoxuan: "But dad, aren't those people who are entering the world doing things that new disciples do?"

Qin Haoxuan nodded.

Yilan curled her lips, and a trace of disdain appeared in her eyes unconsciously. He said angrily: "These are all those who have not even grown strong in immortal roots. I am so powerful now, and I still go to practice with them? What can I experience?"

Qin Haoxuan's face darkened, and he looked at Yilan's pink and jade-like face, and his tone became a little tougher: "Since you have embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, you must go step by step. Only by laying a solid foundation can you support yourself to go far. It is good that you have good qualifications and strong circumstances, but you cannot pass these steps. If you only seek speed, you will suffer in the future."

Yilan was even more dissatisfied, and he snorted softly: "The road to cultivation is indeed good, but everyone's path is different, and I am different from those people."

Yilan is just a teenage baby now, but when he said these words, the arrogance of looking down on all living beings poured out like a tide.

Qin Haoxuan frowned slightly.

Yilan is a child born from a combination of alien species and weak species, and was also born in the Zhenxian Mountains of the immortals left by the immortals of all religions. The changes in the rules of heaven and earth and the bonus of the great way of heaven and earth make him the darling of this path of cultivation from birth.

The Illusion Sprout is a golden immortal species second only to the supreme purple species, and the clarity of his immortal species is purer than all the golden immortal species since records have been recorded!

What’s even more amazing is that Yilan is a double immortal species. The two immortal species in her body are all golden immortal species that are extremely close to the purple ones.

With such a traitor, he was destined to never be mediocre in his life. Shortly after he was born, he has been learning from Jiang Zibai, the super powerful men of the nine Taoist palaces, and has obtained the inheritance of the Jiang Zibai Sect since ancient times. In addition, the resources of cultivation that Yilan possessed by fathers like Qin Haoxuan are better than any of the most supreme sected children!

With such a high starting point, no one in the entire world of immortal cultivation can match it. It is no wonder that he has always had a sense of arrogance that has emerged from his bones since he was a child.

But Qin Haoxuan walked to this level step by step, and therefore he couldn't see his son's frivolity. His tone became increasingly stern: "Everyone on the road to immortal cultivation is not a little bit. If you don't follow this process, how can you polish your mind?"

Yilan didn't notice the anger in his father's words at all. He looked straight at his father and retorted directly: "Dad, you also know that I am different from those disciples of the Taichu Sect. Which of them can compare with me in terms of qualifications, cultivation and understanding? What's more, my master is Jiang Zibai, not anyone from the Taichu Sect. The inheritance I have obtained is left by Jiang Zibai, which is much better than the Taichu Sect!"

brush!

Qin Haoxuan pressed Yilan's shoulders, took him out of his arms all at once, and looked at him extremely seriously.

Yilan's shoulders were slightly ached, but they were instantly aroused anger. He raised his little face, looked at Qin Haoxuan without fear, and said in a more ruthless tone: "I don't need the cultivation method of your Taichu teaching at all. If you practice according to your cultivation method, it would be a waste of my time!"

"What a newborn calf." Qin Haoxuan laughed furiously. He looked at his son and said word by word, "You are young and have never seen how big the sky is and how thick the earth is, you dare to be so frivolous. It seems that I have taught you too little lessons!"

Yilan then realized that her father was really angry, and her heart skipped a beat, but she still listened to Qin Haoxuan's speech calmly.

"You are just starting to practice immortality, and you dare to judge the pros and cons of inheritance. Who gives you confidence? How much do you know about the dangers and dangers on this road? You have never experienced a trace of blood, and your heart is even more like a baby, and you dare to look down on others!"

Listening to Qin Haoxuan's words, Yilan lowered her head slightly.

Seeing him like this, Qin Haoxuan also relaxed his strength, but said earnestly: "All I have experienced since I practiced is something you can't imagine now. This road is full of too many calculations and killings. If you want to go further, you must come step by step. Although the way our Taichu Teaching disciples cannot be said to be the most perfect of the entire Taichu Teaching, after so many years of exploration and improvement of ancestors in the sect and learning from the supreme sects, there are no mistakes."

"The most reasonable experience is available for all realms on the road to immortal cultivation. It is better to learn by following these steps than just practicing hard. Let me ask, no matter how high your cultivation level is, your mind is unstable and your state of mind is not strong, once the inner demon appears, it will be the consequence of the body's death and the Taoist elimination!"

Yilan lowered her little head and angrily said. He didn't feel much about what Qin Haoxuan said, and even felt very dissatisfied in his heart. But due to Qin Haoxuan's majesty, he just asked hurriedly: "Can my master Jiang Zibai practice like this, and he did it step by step?"

Qin Haoxuan was stunned and then said, "I don't know how Senior Jiang practices."

Yilan raised her head and said stubbornly: "My master has never taught me like this. The methods you mentioned may be suitable for the disciples of Taichu's teaching, but they are not suitable for me. I have my own practice!"

Qin Haoxuan browed and his somewhat relaxed expression became serious again: "Maybe your cultivation has improved very quickly, but what about your state of mind? Your heart is too impetuous, which will be a big hidden danger for you in the future."

"No one can predict what happens in the future. How do you know, Dad, that I will not go smoothly? At least I have never encountered the inner demon or bottleneck you mentioned so far!" Yilan said angrily.

Qin Haoxuan's forehead veins hopped, and he said sternly: "I am a veteran. I can't ignore it. I have experienced more than you and have walked farther than you. You must listen to me!"

The two of them suddenly fell into a deadlock, as if they were angry, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely stagnant.

In the end, Yilan couldn't help it, glanced at her father, sighed, and said reluctantly: "Okay, just do what you say."

Who made you my father? Yilan thought depressedly.

Qin Haoxuan also smiled and patted Yilan's little head gently: "You little brat, my father can still harm you. Only by taking steady steps can you go further on this path of immortal cultivation, do you know?"

"I know~~" Yilan responded in a long voice.

At this moment, the door of Butian Pavilion opened.

"Huh? Didn't my mother leave?" Yilan looked curiously.

Seeing the person clearly, Qin Haoxuan's body stiffened slightly.

It's Qinghonglian.

Qinghong Lian's black hair drooped her shoulders, and she was wearing a long green dress with a tug-shaped dress. The end of the skirt was layered like clouds rolling. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with plain silk thread to create complex texts. She did not apply makeup, but she was less delicate and elegant.

After moving the lotus steps lightly, Qing Honglian came to Qin Haoxuan. Her eyes first looked at Xing who had been unconscious in the medicine pool for a long time, and then fell on Qin Haoxuan.

I don’t know how many times I practiced, but Qing Honglian’s face looked faint at this time, and even had a smile between her eyebrows: “Brother Qin.”

Qin Haoxuan stood up from the ground and stood in front of Qinghong. He sighed softly in his heart.

How could he not know Qinghong’s love for him? But...

I originally thought I had really let go, but when I saw Qin Haoxuan, Qing Honglian realized that it was not.

After knowing each other for so many years, she has fought side by side and massacred life and death together. Her most difficult days were Qin Haoxuan. When she was at the worst crisis, she was still thinking about Qin Haoxuan.

But now, she has been thinking about such a long time, and she really wants to get married and become someone else's husband.

As soon as I think of this, Qinghong Lian feels like a knife, and it hurts so much that she can't do it herself.

Qing Honglian looked a little dazed, and the smiles deliberately made between her eyebrows also disappeared, and a thin layer of sorrow that could not be relieved was filled with.

Qin Haoxuan couldn't bear it when he looked at Qinghong's sad look, but even if he couldn't bear it, he could not respond to Qinghong's affection after all.

Qinghong didn't speak, Qin Haoxuan didn't know what to say, and the two fell silent.

Yilan stood aside, looked at Qin Haoxuan, and then looked at Qing Honglian. Her big black eyes turned black, and then pulled Qing Honglian's clothes.

As soon as Qinghong entered this door, all her attention was on Qin Haoxuan. She didn't notice Yilan beside him. Then she looked at Yilan with a little surprise.

News of Qin Haoxuan having a son had just spread in the hall, and Qing Honglian didn't know at all.

"You..." Looking at Yilan and Qin Haoxuan's facial features, Qinghong Lian was shocked in her beautiful eyes.

"You are Aunt Qinghong, aren't you?" Yilan blinked.

Qinghonglian nodded in distractedness.

Yilan's eyes lit up: "I know you, do you like my dad too?"

No one expected that Yilan would uncover the window paper that the two of them had never dared to break for decades in just one sentence. Unexpectedly, Qing Honglian took a step back, his heart beating very fast.
Chapter completed!