"Did Yao'er miss her father?"

Outside Biyao's boudoir, a thick sound came.

"Ah, it's Daddy who is back!"

When Bi Yao heard this sound in the room, she exclaimed, stood up and ran out.

Youji followed her and shook her head.

When I came out, I saw a middle-aged scholar standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a Confucian robe and a light purple jade pendant on his waist, which was exquisite and transparent, and there was auspicious aura on it.

This person is the leader of the Ghost King Sect, and Bi Yao's father has gone there.

"Daughter has met Daddy!"

Bi Yao hurried forward to salute, but she felt relieved.

Ten thousand people are back, and finally there is someone to negotiate.

"Yao'er, what were you and You Ji talking about just now? I vaguely heard the words 'He has no malice'. Why, does anyone want to be unfavorable to you?"

Ten thousand people turned around, with thin eyebrows and square faces, elegant eyebrows and bright eyes, and full foreheads. In their elegant style, they had a momentum of being powerful without anger.

"Dad, this matter is a long story. Let's sit down and talk slowly!"

Bi Yao stepped forward and helped ten thousand people to sit in the pavilion in the yard, and greeted, "Aunt You, come too!"

"No, Aunt You still has something to do, so I won't bother you father and daughter!"

The relationship between father and daughter has always been not very good. It is rare that Biyao is so close to Wanren today, so she doesn't want to disturb this closeness.

"Get out!"

Thousands of people nodded lightly.

"Yes, my subordinates take their leave!"

After bowing, Youji stepped back.

"Yaoer, who is that he is? You can talk to your father now!"

Ten thousand people turned around, looked at their graceful daughter, and said kindly.

In a blink of an eye, my daughter has grown up, but the scene of Xiaochi's death in the past is vivid in my mind, just like yesterday.

Back then, when Biyao was six years old, his wife Xiaochi took her daughter to Huqi Mountain to visit her grandma, the right way came and her grandma died.

Biyao and her mother were buried at the foot of Huqi Mountain. Xiaochi died in order to save her daughter and cut her flesh and feed her daughter.

Ten thousand people who love their wife deeply are always worried about this matter, and the father and daughter are also separated.

Biyao was very dissatisfied with her father in the past. After reading the book "Zhu Xian" of Destiny and understanding the causes and consequences, she felt her father's deep love for her mother, and gradually became relieved.

The barrier naturally flew away.

"Dad, do you believe there are gods in the world?"

Bi Yao asked softly with her arms that were facing thousands of people.

"Well...the immortal? I only believe in the King of Heaven and the Holy Mother of the Netherworld!"

After hearing this, tens of thousands of people were stunned and said lightly.

He was a little uncomfortable with his daughter being so intimate and his face was a little unnatural.

"Why did Yao'er ask this? Why? Did someone deceive Yao'er in the name of a god?"

Then, he reacted, thinking of the one he said to his daughter before, and heard her say this now.

I gradually had guesses in my mind.

I couldn't help but feel a little angry in my heart.

He tricked his daughter to the head of thousands of people. This man was a birthday star and thought his life was too long.

"It's not a lie. My daughter is old and she has her own judgment!"

Biyao shook her head and said slowly, "That afternoon, my daughter and Aunt You..."

Facing the thousands of people towards this father, Bi Yao pondered for a moment, without hiding it, and told everything she saw and heard after joining the chat group.

Afterwards, Bi Yao also gave a complete and complete speech on the book of fate, "Zhu Xian".

For a moment, there was only Biyao's crisp sound in the yard, echoing neither light nor heavy.

The mood of thousands of people rising and falling with Bi Yao's narration, sometimes excited and sometimes angry.

After half a day, Bi Yao's throat was dry and she finally finished speaking.

“…”

But when I saw the faces of thousands of people trembled, my heart was filled with storm.

Ancestor!

A chat group that connects all heavens and all worlds!

People from other worlds!

Existence above immortals!

Come across the border, with the blue sky above your head, and fight against the sun and the moon on your shoulders, playing with the world in your palms, and wiping your destiny at will.

At this moment, such an existence is so close to me!

What's this?

The supreme immortal fate!

There are also things that have happened, are happening, and have not yet happened in "Zhu Xian".

Thousands of people compare it with reality in their hearts and find that there is no difference.

Thinking of this, thousands of people asked excitedly: "Yaoer, what evidence do you said just now?"

Although I had believed most of my daughter's words, tens of thousands of people still had doubts in my heart before they saw the evidence.

evidence?

Bi Yao thought about it and since she joined the chat group, she has obtained the "Immortal Art of Creation" earned by Zhao Ling'er. After she switched to practicing this Immortal Art, her cultivation level has reached the fifth level of Yin God.

The ancestor of the human race sent a red envelope, and Bi Yao grabbed two fairy grasses.

Later, the ancestors passed on an immortal-level martial arts scripture "The Great Sun Golden Body Skill", and after Bi Yao received it, he did not practice it.

Thinking of this.

"Dad, look at my daughter's current cultivation level!"

Bi Yao's aura was thriving, like a long rainbow, causing the wind and clouds to surge.

She seemed to have changed from a little sister next door to a tall fairy.

A pair of beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter, as if thousands of stars were shining, brilliant and dazzling!

A faint pressure emanated from her, making her feel shocking.

After changing to practice "The Immortal Art of Creation", Bi Yao's cultivation has increased more than ten times a hundred times.

"Yaoer, you..."

Ten thousand people widened their eyes, so shocked that they could not speak.

This momentum is not weaker than him.

You know, tens of thousands of people are almost two hundred years old, not to mention practicing for two hundred years, there are at least one hundred and sixty years.

The ability to have current cultivation is based on his own hard work and the resources of the Ghost King Sect.

And what about Bi Yao.

She is only 16 years old this year.

With all her plans, she has only been practicing for ten years at most.

Ten thousand people remember that when he left the mountain to do business some time ago, Bi Yao's cultivation had just improved a little. In the realm of Qingyun Sect, it was at most the fourth level of Yuqing, which could drive objects and fly.

But now, after a few months, I have made rapid progress and have reached the third level of Shangqing, almost crossing a great realm.

Even if you take the magic pill, it’s just like that!

"My daughter has obtained an immortal scripture that can reach the realm of immortals, and also a one-man martial arts immortal scripture, which can also reach the realm of immortals and gods!"

Biyao put away her aura and turned into the appearance of the little sister next door. She smiled and said to Wanren: "There are two fairy grasses. My daughter eats one and leaves one for her father!"

After saying that, Biyao got up and returned to the boudoir, took out a jade box and handed it to ten thousand people.

Bi Yao's behavior is almost exactly the same as Huang Rong.

I have to say that my daughter is my father’s caring little cotton jacket, and I will think of leaving any good things for my father.

"Is this...is the fairy grass?"

Ten thousand people trembled and opened the jade box, revealing a green, crystal clear grass inside, and asked tremblingly.
Chapter completed!