She's going to be a sect boss

Zhuan Sunyuan always felt that the way his daughter Qing Ye looked at him seemed a little strange.

But when he went to ask, Qing Ye covered her mouth and refused to speak no matter what.

Today, the sky is bright and clear, and the sound of the waves is still on the banks of the East China Sea.

The towering Bihai Pavilion is extremely magnificent, and it has attracted many immortal cultivators over the years, and it has already become quite large.

Before He Miao left, he gave Yan Yi the "Mysterious Ice Curse" that Goddess Gushe had given him back then.

But he didn't explain the origin, only saying that he discovered it by accident.This was her promise to Goddess Gushe.

The water monks in the world need a copy of "Mysterious Ice Curse" to improve their strength.

Otherwise, if you don't make it to the golden core stage, you will be eliminated in the front because your cultivation base is too weak.

She has suffered a lot, so I hope that the descendants of Bihai Pavilion and the water monks in the world can relax a bit.

With Qing Ye in his arms, He Miao walked out of Bihai Pavilion swaggeringly, following Zhuan Sun Yuan by his side.

As soon as he left the Bihai Pavilion, a person walked towards him. When he saw He Miao, he stopped abruptly, his eyes were full of joy.

Turning to the child in He Miao's arms, his face turned pale, his lips were pursed, and he didn't know what to say.

The person who came was the slender Song Zishu in Tsing Yi.

He Miao only glanced at him indifferently, there was no sorrow, joy, or hatred in his eyes, and then he turned and left.

Sometimes it takes energy to hate someone.

Those days in the past, those days of being alone, the days of floating, the days of not knowing where tomorrow will be after waking up, the days of narrowly escaped death, the days of not knowing whether I can avenge my teacher in this life
Song Zishu, who she thought could be with her, chose to abandon her at a critical moment.

Although she was unwilling to admit it before, looking back now, those days were really the bottom of her life, a deep trench like the Mariana Trench.

Thankfully, she survived.

She has already killed the greatest enemy in her life, and she has completely come out of the trough in her life. It can be said lightly that it is all over.

Now, she is accompanied by her husband and daughter.For the rest of her life, she is only willing to live in plain warmth and go to happiness.

All the pasts between her and Song Zishu, fate or sin, were all wiped out.

Life always has to look forward.

"Mother, who was that person just now?" Qing Ye in He Miao's arms felt that gaze and asked suspiciously.

"I don't know." He Miao said lightly.

Hearing this, Zhuan Sunyuan took Qing Ye over, hugged his daughter with one hand, and held He Miao with the other.

He had seen her in the most difficult time, seen her weep bitterly, saw her cry loudly, and witnessed all her helplessness and despair.

It is hard for anyone who knows her past not to pity her.He felt sorry for her every step, which was too difficult.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, thousands of difficulties and dangers, they still walked together.

He Miao and his group leisurely rushed to Guigu, as if they were going out to relax and play.

On this day, several people rested at an inn hundreds of miles away from Ghost Valley.

Inside the inn, a young man in golden clothes with a sword on his back was full of vigor, his face was flushed, and he was talking loudly, and his speech was full of spit.The people around were fascinated.

He Miao quietly led Qing Ye in, sat down quietly, ordered a cup of tea, and heard what the young man said about going to Tianxuanmen to avenge his master in the past.

"People from the nine sects are all here, but none of them can stop that Fairy He Miao."

He Miao was speechless when she heard this, she didn't know when, in the mouths of the crowd, she became the person who could single out the nine sects.

"No, why did I hear from my distant cousin that people from the Nine Gates School didn't stop me?"

In the crowd, someone raised doubts.

The young man snorted coldly and retorted loudly:
"Based on the relationship between the Nine Sects and the Tianxuan Sect, how can it not be stopped, it cannot be stopped at all. No one in the world can compare to Fairy He Miao."

He Miao helped her forehead helplessly, why didn't she know that she was already so powerful?

Someone below began to mention Zhuan Sun Yuan, and sneered unscrupulously: "I heard that Yuan Qing's immortal has already ascended, but the fairy He Miao you mentioned has never been heard of ascending."

The young man became anxious now, and argued vigorously:
"What about ascension, has anyone seen it? It's all people from the Tianxuanmen holding their respect. Maybe Zhuan Sunyuan is hiding somewhere and dare not come out to show his face."

Everyone began to discuss in twos and threes, who is more powerful, the No.1 in the world of cultivating immortals and He Miao, who can single out the nine sects.

Zhuan Sunyuan was holding a teacup, feeding his daughter water, and when he heard this, he looked at ease.It seems that the person in everyone's mouth is not him.

On the contrary, Qing Ye who was at the side heard this, took a sip of water, and asked curiously; "Mother, who is that Zhuanyuan?"

He Miao glanced at the person beside him with a half-smile, and explained, "He is a very powerful person."

"Take another sip." Zhuan Sunyuan said to his daughter with a flat face.

Qing Ye had no choice but to swallow another sip of water, and anxiously swallowed it, then hurriedly asked: "Then, who is that He Miao?"

He Miao blinked, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Unexpectedly, this was heard by the young man just now, he took a step forward, clenched his fists, and said to He Miao:

"Madam, seeing that you can appear here, you are probably also a cultivator of immortals. How can you only know Zhuan Sunyuan and not Fairy He Miao?"

As he spoke, regardless of He Miao's opening, he crackled and told many rumored stories.

After hearing this, He Miao couldn't help exclaiming: "Is this rumor reliable? How could there be such a powerful person?"

Compared with the facts, it is probably exaggerated by dozens to hundreds of times.

"Of course." The young man raised his head, his young face was not without complacency.

He Miao shook his head slowly when he heard this, and said with a smile, "I still think that Yuan Qing is more powerful."

The young man was choked by He Miao's words, and suddenly he became angry, and hated iron for not being able to make a strong statement: "That Zhuan Sun Yuan is not worthy of carrying shoes for Fairy He Miao."

On the other hand, Zhuan Sunyuan nodded unintentionally, and agreed, "I think so too."

The young man was overjoyed, and immediately introduced Zhuan Sunyuan as his lifelong confidant.After a while, he revealed his own details. His name was Han Lixin, and he was in the early stage of Qi refining.

He wants to go to Bihai Pavilion to learn art, but the East China Sea is too far away and his physical strength is weak, so he can only go to Guigu to plate gold first.

The person he admired the most in his life was Fairy He Miao.

He Miao looked at the energetic young man in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the situation in the world is beyond my generation, and the time has passed since entering the rivers and lakes.

It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead, and talented people emerge from generation to generation.

In the evening, several people lived in this inn.He Miao tucked in the quilt for Qing Ye, who was already asleep, and was about to rest.

Zhuan Sunyuan grabbed her feet.

"En?" A trace of doubt flashed in He Miao's eyes.

Zhuan Sunyuan helped her take off the boots on both sides, and then said calmly: "I think I should be worthy of carrying the shoes for you."

He Miao was a little helpless for a moment, the man's cold jokes were really cold enough.

In the evening, while the two were rubbing their hands together, He Miao heard Zhuan Sunyuan solemnly say in his ear:
"I am willing to surrender to you."

There are so many mouths, no match for "I do".