Chapter 532 Past Events
"quick."
"Go and call Madam!"
The originally quiet Miao Mansion suddenly became lively.
Looking at the old woman in silk silk, Miao Yeying knelt on the ground and hissed: "Mother! Ying'er is back."
Tears burst into tears as he kowtowed to the ground.
"Ying'er!"
"My Ying'er."
The old woman staggered and picked up Miao Nightingale, crying bitterly.
"..."
Tu Shanjun closed his five senses and six consciousnesses and quietly looked at the gray sky of the Zunhun Banner.
When a wanderer returns home, it is inevitable that people will be moved by the scene.
He was not that pretentious person, he just felt a touch of longing.
"Where is the Wanfa Sect in the Eastern Wilderness Realm? Is the food good or not? How is the accommodation? Is the practice going smoothly..." Tu Shanjun sighed. If he hadn't become an immortal, he wouldn't be running around like this.
This poor place chosen by Taiyi Zhenjun is still in the midst of a battle. The fight between the two areas will probably attract more enemies. When the snipe and the clam fight, it is really not stable at all.
If you want to gain a foothold here, you must regain your strength.
"Hey, fellow Taoist Taiyi, where are you?"
Opening one eye, Tu Shanjun looked at Miao Yeying's family.
Miao Gensan was still bragging that he followed Miao Nightingale in the clouds and mist, saying that his old Miao family was a promising one, and now that a great immortal master had appeared, he was afraid that he would become famous in the future.
At dusk, Miao Yeying's eldest and second brothers also came home from outside, but unlike Miao's mother, they didn't have much feelings or words to say, and even the joy on their faces looked a little strange.
Miao Nighting didn't care about this. The brothers were actually not that close. Now that she had just returned home more than ten years ago, she naturally wouldn't show too much welcome. She might even suspect that she was pretending to be here to defraud Miao. Family money.
A feast.
The eldest brother, second brother and two sisters-in-law left early.
Miao Nightingale was left alone to talk to her parents.
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East room.
"You really have such a sister, don't pretend to be here."
The eldest son of the Miao family said: "I have a sister who was lost a few years ago. It's really strange that she came here. But seeing that my parents are so happy, they are probably close to each other. Hey, why do you, a woman, care about these things?"
"You really don't know?"
"what do you know?"
The sister-in-law said mysteriously: "Dad has a concubine outside. Maybe he brought the concubine's children under the guise of your missing sister. Then they will be able to clear their names at once. Your family property can be It’s just less points.”
The boss of the Miao family didn't have any trouble in his eyes. He just looked at his wife and lowered his voice and said: "These things are not your business. The family property belongs to the father. He can give it to whoever he wants. It's your turn to point fingers. ?"
"You...you yelled at me? Who am I doing this for, other than for Xiaobao, you..." As she spoke, the sister-in-law covered her face and began to cry. Even her originally low voice gradually became louder, as if she wanted to make a big statement. .
"enough!"
The boss of the Miao family roared.
Everyone knows these things very well, and they can still get by with it being rotten in their stomachs. If they are exposed, it will be of no benefit to anyone, and they will even take back the share they originally deserved.
The first bedroom was in a state of chaos, and the second bedroom was no longer comfortable.
It was not about the family business, but the expenditure of money. It was said that the second son used the money to support his little wife again. How could he have so much money to support the bastard's stinky feet.
At night.
Miao Nightingale was lying on the bed with her eyes open.
Foundation-building monks have already been able to live without food and do not need to sleep. The so-called closing eyes is actually concentrating and practicing Qi, not for rest. Miao Yeying was in this state now. She closed her consciousness and tried to shrink her five senses.
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In the middle of the night, Tushanjun suddenly said something incomprehensible.
Miao Nighting thought she heard wrongly.
"apprentice."
"Master, please speak."
"Let's get out of here."
Miao Yeying was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect the master to say that.
She got up from the bed, looked at the black and red bracelet on her wrist, respectfully brought it to the table beside her, and activated her magic power to turn it into a small foot-long flag.
"Leave? Master, please explain why you are leaving."
Tu Shanjun said with unprecedented seriousness: "Someone is coming."
Miao Yeying's foundation-building consciousness suddenly exploded.
She sensed more than a dozen extraordinary auras, all of which were Qi practitioners, and the light of the formation appeared around her wing. With a bang, the roof of the wing shattered, and a cold gaze dropped from above.
"kill!"
As the sound fell, more than a dozen Qi practitioners formed a battle formation and integrated into the formation. The condensed illusory light and shadow waved,
The golden sword and the iron sword intertwined to form a large network.
Tu Shanjun himself is a master of formations. Of course he understands this kind of battle formation that regards people as the base point. This is like using Qi practitioners as parts to make up pistols, no, cannons and missiles.
Under the stimulation of the same source of mana, great power bursts out, and such a battle formation can offset the magic and magical powers of the incoming offenders. As long as the formation is not broken, the monks in the formation are safe.
Tu Shanjun turned into a three-foot soul flag with a stern expression and fell into Miao Yeying's hands.
The power of the battle formation is indeed powerful. If a dozen or so late-stage qi-training monks fight on their own, they will be crushed to death in a few breaths, let alone a quarter of an hour.
But after forming a battle formation, you have the qualifications to compete with the foundation-building monks.
Although they cannot move at high speed and even curl up in place like a turtle shell, every blow they send will make the foundation-building monks fearful.
Especially when there is another foundation-building monk who is eyeing him, if he is not careful, he will be caught between the two parties.
Formation is something that is different from person to person. There is a huge difference between wearing a token and not having one.
"Miao Nightingale!" The foundation-building monk said coldly.
Staring at Miao Yeying with shock in his eyes, he never thought that someone would take one year to go from a minor cultivator in the early stages of Qi training to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
There must be a big unknown opportunity hidden in Miao Nightingale.
Greed, surprise, and self-confidence of winning were intertwined on the man's face, and he flipped his wrist to prepare the flying sword: "Give me the opportunity that allowed you to practice so quickly, and I will spare your life, otherwise today will be your day of death!"
"Who are you?" Miao Yeying asked in a deep voice, while narrowing her eyes to listen to the master's voice transmission in her ears: "They should be monks of the Hehuan Sect."
"Don't you know who we are?"
"Escape from the flower building, kill the handyman disciples, aren't we the ones you are hiding from all the way here!" the foundation-building monk said loudly, while commanding the Qi-training monks under his command who had already deployed the battle formation.
Miao Nighting's eyes were gloomy. She didn't expect that the Hehuan Sect would pursue them here, but maybe this was the worst decision they made.
Mana poured into the soul flag, and Miao Yeying said loudly: "Master, please take action!"
The foundation-building monk was startled.
However, he looked around and still couldn't find the master Miao Yeying was talking about, and he immediately felt relieved. Anger appeared on his face. For a moment just now, he really thought Miao Yeying had some great backer.
"Scare people..."
Before the foundation-building cultivator finished speaking, the black-red-looking treasure suddenly turned into a few feet, and an illusory figure walked out of it, blooming with pressure like a dazzling little sun.
"Then please ask Brother Ding to come."
A faint voice sounded.
The figure called 'Brother Ding' fiercely dragged his palm behind him, and the palm prints condensed with the force of wind and thunder, and fired with a bang. The large formation composed of more than a dozen Qi-training monks was immediately smashed to pieces by the figure.
The formation's light was completely covered.
Those Qi practitioners who gathered in the formation were turned into meat patties and decomposed into evil spirits.
The figure of Jindan Zhenren stood beside Miao Yeying. His eyes were dull, but he could not conceal the terrifying coercion. He was as hot as the sun, and his moves were as strong as the wind and clear clouds, which could move mountains.
Miao Yeying's expression was ordinary because her mana had been reduced by half.
It would be very costly to ask Master Jindan to take action.
The foundation-building monk was so frightened that he immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for his life: "Senior, have mercy on me. We have no intention of becoming enemies, and please spare my life for the sake of the Hehuan Sect."
"Apprentice, kill him and let's go."
Miao Yeying did not reply to her master's words, but looked at the Hehuan Sect monk who was kowtowing, and asked: "I asked myself that my whereabouts have not been discovered, and it is impossible for you to pay attention to the family of a young monk who is in the early stage of Qi training."
"How did you find yourself here?!"
How dare the Foundation Establishment monk lie? He hurriedly said: "Yes...it is this family that guides us. I don't know why they have the sect's transmission notes. We also received orders to act."
Miao Nighting's eyes widened immediately. She staggered half a step and asked tremblingly: "What did you say? You said...you said they showed you the way."
"If seniors don't believe it, ask them to come and confront me!"
Miao Yeying was stunned on the spot.
The foundation-building cultivator didn't dare to neglect, Jin Dan Zhenren stood there and stared at him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape from Jin Dan Zhenren's blockade, so he hurriedly invited the person who burned the transmission talisman to come over.
"Tell me, what are you talking about? Did you burn the transmission talisman to invite us here?"
The foundation-building monk kept urging the people in front of him, and then he exclaimed as if he suddenly understood something: "You... you... she... she..."
"You sold her!"
"Ying'er."
Miao Guangzheng almost begged to stop the immortal master from saying it.
However, it was too late and he still spoke out. What he didn't expect was that the immortal master of Hehuan Sect was so vulnerable that he even had to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Ying'er, my father had no choice but to ban the sea for three months, and the family had no food to eat. He had no choice but to sell you in order to survive for the whole family!"
"Ying'er, mother also regrets doing this."
"Mom and dad are sorry for you."
The Miao father and the Miao mother cuddled up and cried.
They originally wanted to take two steps closer, but the pressure of the Golden Pill Master was beyond the reach of mortals.
Miao Nightingale stood there for a long time.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted in front of him, staining his clothes red.
She raised her eyes.
He asked softly: "Why don't you sell others, eldest brother, second brother, eldest sister, little sister..."
"Because... you are the only one who has spiritual roots."