Chapter 3 The younger one is beaten and the older one is here
Chapter 3 The younger one is beaten and the older one is here
"Ancestor Qingyun?!"
Jiang Mincai and Kong Zhenghe both widened their eyes in horror, and their bodies began to tremble wildly because of fear.
I have heard that Patriarch Qingyun is the legendary Mahayana cultivator, but as his life span is drawing to an end, he chose to go out and gain experience in search of a breakthrough.
Now that she was born here, not only did her appearance become that of a naughty child, but even the aura of cultivation could not be felt. Could this be the legendary return to nature?
The two of them were being unfair to Qin Baiqing by thinking this way. Although she had the imperial weapon given to her by her mother to protect her, she really had no cultivation at all.
"Ancestor! Ancestor, you are finally back!" Ping Haoran was so excited that tears were streaming down his face. He cried like a stupid kid. He wished he could hug Qin Baiqing's thighs and tell her all the grievances and sorrows he had suffered over the years.
"What is the ancestor? Can it be eaten?" Qin Baiqing muttered in a low voice.
She didn't know what was going on with the white-bearded old man in front of her, or why he was crying so miserably for her.
After such a long time, I actually feel a little annoyed.
She couldn't help but recall how her mother treated her when she was crying loudly in the past.
After thinking for a moment, Qin Baiqing's eyes lit up, and she took out something from the storage space and instantly stuffed it into Ping Haoran's mouth.
Ping Haoran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a faint milky fragrance in his mouth.
"Could it be that my crying moved the ancestor and he rewarded me with some top-grade elixir?"
Ping Haoran was delighted and pounded the pills hard, wanting to quickly swallow the pill given by the ancestor and refine it in his stomach.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't swallow the food in his mouth into his stomach. Instead, the strange milky aroma became stronger.
"What exactly did the ancestor give me as a reward?"
Ping Haoran couldn't help but lick it with the tip of his tongue. The familiar shape instantly made his thoughts drift away for thousands of years.
When he was still a baby in swaddling clothes, he always cried and begged his mother for more milk.
Then he immediately realized, the ancestor actually put a pacifier in my mouth? ! ! ! !
At this moment in the sky, everyone was stunned.
He looked foolishly at Ping Haoran, who had white hair and beard and looked like an immortal. He licked his old face and sucked on a wooden pacifier, which made a clicking sound.
"Pfft!" Someone couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha, Ping Haoran, you old bastard, you really made me laugh to death."
"I never thought that you, Ping Gouzei, at your age, would actually like to eat children's food!"
The two people from the Wan Yao Sect and the Blood Demon Sect did not hesitate to laugh at them sarcastically.
They figured that since they were going to die anyway, they might as well laugh at their old rival before they died.
A few drops of turbid tears flowed down the wrinkled corners of Ping Haoran's eyes, across the mountains and ridges, and fell into the air and dissipated.
His brain was empty at this point, and he even skipped the shy stage and instantly entered a stage of despair.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if the ancestor doesn't show up. It's fine for me to die together with these guys."
This thought filled Ping Haoran's mind.
Qin Baiqing, who had no idea, asked with a smile: "How does it taste? This is my spare pacifier, which my mother prepared specially for me."
Ping Haoran laughed bitterly. Facing the old ancestor's expectant eyes, he responded indifferently like a walking corpse:
"Thank you for the reward, but I can't really use it at my age..."
Before he finished speaking, Ping Haoran's expression suddenly became strange.
He suddenly felt an indescribable amount of spiritual power flowing out from his throat and spreading along his limbs and meridians.
His bottleneck, which seemed to be blocked, began to loosen uncontrollably.
In the next moment, Ping Haoran's body suddenly surged with waves of energy that rushed in all directions. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered and rushed into his body like a funnel.
"I-I broke through?!"
Ping Haoran was filled with shock. Ever since he entered the fusion realm two hundred years ago, he could no longer feel the energy of a breakthrough.
I originally thought that I would remain in the same place until I died, so why did I suddenly make a breakthrough today?
Ping Haoran's mind shuddered and he couldn't help but smack the pacifier in his mouth.
If there is any change, it is probably only the pacifier that the ancestor just gave me.
Jiang Mincai and Kong Zhenghe's eyes instantly turned red, and they stared at the pacifier in Ping Haoran's mouth, their eyes full of jealousy.
As enemies for hundreds of years, they were also particularly familiar with Ping Haoran's cultivation.
Now this guy has made an inexplicable breakthrough, it must be because of the pacifier that Ancestor Qingyun just gave him.
Don’t say that holding this thing in your mouth will kill you, but it can really help you break through your cultivation level!
"Thank you very much for the reward, ancestor." Ping Haoran held the pacifier tightly in his mouth, his words a little unclear.
Qin Baiqing smiled, stretched out her chubby little hand to touch Ping Haoran's long white hair and said:
"I can see that you are a very strong-willed person. Being strong-willed is very tiring... You don't have to be so strong anymore."
"Ancestor, I..." A trace of shame flashed across Ping Haoran's eyes. As the leader of Qingyun Sect, he naturally had to bear a lot of criticisms on a daily basis, and it was normal for him to be strong.
But when the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and the Blood Demon Sect attacked this time, he was completely unable to fight back, which must have disappointed the ancestor.
"I, your disciple, have disappointed the old ancestor. From today on, I will take off the responsibility of being the head of the sect and pass on my skills to someone capable..."
Before Ping Haoran finished speaking, Qin Baiqing patted his shoulder, shook his head seriously, and said slowly:
"You don't have to be strong, because...your strength is here!"
"Ancestor!" Ping Haoran burst into tears for a moment, as if all the grievances and sorrows of so many years were swept away.
He has been working hard to increase the power of Qingyun Sect over the years. He has been training disciples with great difficulty, just to get a word of recognition when facing his ancestors in the future.
Now the ancestor not only recognized him, but also comforted him that he would be there for him in the future.
Isn't such an ancestor enough to make him sacrifice his life and die for it?
"What a happy family scene." At this time a cold voice echoed in the sky.
The next second, red rain covered half of the sky and swept in from afar.
"I am the ancestor of the Blood Demon Sect!"
Kong Hezheng looked excited.
Accompanied by a strange roar, the earth trembled, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards this side.
"My Ten Thousand Demon Sect's ancestor is here too!"
Jiang Mincai was also excited.
Only Ping Haoran trembled and his face turned into despair again.
The ancestors of the Blood Demon Sect and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect are also powerful figures in the Mahayana period.
"Is God trying to destroy my Qingyun Sect?" He couldn't help but shout to the sky, his expression filled with extreme pain.
"Hehehe! What a bullshit Qingyun Patriarch. In front of my ancestor, he is nothing but a tiny ant."
Seeing that their ancestor was coming, Kong Hezheng and Jiang Mincai became increasingly arrogant.
(End of this chapter)