Fengtian Longdi

Chapter 1120
In Zhentian Pavilion, tens of thousands of disciples are cultivating hard, and sometimes they have bright vitality, soaring to the sky.

Countless treasures of real martial arts, pills, and various cultivation resources were continuously transported from all sides, making Zhentian Pavilion stronger and stronger, and it seemed to have a tendency to grow into a giant!
At this moment, the space above Zhentian Pavilion fluctuated slightly, and a group of figures appeared in the sky above.

The disciples below were cultivating hard, but they didn't notice the situation above.

An elder with strong perception seemed to have discovered something. When he suddenly looked up, he saw the white-haired youth whom he had been in awe of for a long time.

"My lord!"

"My lord is back!"

"Welcome Pavilion Master to return to the Pavilion!"

……

His words suddenly attracted everyone's attention. Tens of thousands of disciples who were cultivating hard all looked up at the sky.

There, it is the Lord Pavilion Master!
Of course, they also noticed Linger and Xueying, but they had never seen them.

"Let's go, we're home!"

Jiang Mo smiled at Ling'er and the others, and immediately landed down.

"Brother Mo, it must have been very hard for you to gain such a great influence in the past few years, right?" Ling'er looked at the prosperous situation of Zhentian Pavilion at this time, and said with some distress in her heart.

She knew that Jiang Mo in the past liked freedom and didn't like being dragged down by other things.

The reason why this faction was created was not to counter Miluo Tiangong and bring the two of them back.

Ever since the two of them were put under house arrest by Empress Xingshuang, Jiang Mo had never given up working hard.

"I said that I want to give you and Xue Ying a strong and warm home. Although it is still a prototype, it may not be able to withstand the storm. However, I will slowly strengthen it."

Jiang Mo shook his head and said with a smile.

Wu Nu and the high-level figures of Zhentian Pavilion came out to greet them.

Seeing the mother and daughter beside Jiang Mo, Wu Nu's beautiful eyes flickered for a moment, feeling a little sad.

She took a deep breath, smiled again, and said, "Master."

Jiang Mo didn't notice the sadness on Wu Nu's face, he smiled and introduced to everyone: "This is my wife and daughter."

Ling'er faced everyone with a smile, Xue Ying seemed to have been under house arrest in the Ninth Floor Yunxiao Pavilion for too long, and she was a little timid to see so many people at once.

"I have seen the lady of the pavilion master."

Everyone salutes together.

Jiang Mo waved his hand and asked Wu Nu, "During my absence, didn't anything go wrong?"

"Everything is fine, but the conflict between Heiyuanmen and Changsheng Mountain is breaking out more and more frequently. There are often refugees pouring into the border of our Zhentian Pavilion."

"As for the last batch of refugees, they have already been resettled. Moreover, a group of people with magical talents were selected from them to join the Night Demon Knights." Wu Nu said.

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Mo said seriously.

Wu Nu shook her head, Linger's gaze stayed on Wu Nu for a while, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

After everything was settled, Jiang Mo's family, the big yellow cat, Wu Nu, and old man Tianshi sat down and had dinner together.

As for Prison King Kong, Jiang Mo asked him to sit down and eat together, he was very uncomfortable, so Jiang Mo didn't force it.

After dinner, the crowd dispersed, and Jiang Mo brought Ling'er and Xueying to a quiet small courtyard.

"Girl, I haven't seen my father for such a long time, do you miss him?" Jiang Mo asked with a smile.

"I thought about it at the beginning, but then I felt that my father had forgotten about Xueying and mother. So I didn't think about it." Xueying thought about it seriously, and then said.

Ling'er looked at her daughter, feeling a little helpless, while Jiang Mo scratched her lovely Qiong's nose, and said, "Now, do you still think that father has forgotten you two?"

Naturally, he wouldn't care about children, on the contrary, Xueying's innocence made him like it very much.

"Well, for the sake of father's hard work, I will forgive you." Xueying smiled.

"By the way, father, Xueying told you that I have already reached the peak strength of Wu Zong, isn't it very powerful?"

Xue Ying leaned against her mother and said with some pride.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo really felt it carefully and found that the girl's realm had indeed reached the Martial Ancestor realm.

"Xueying's talent is so strong?" Jiang Mo asked in surprise.

He remembered that when he was Xueying's age, he was far inferior to her.

"It may be that you and I have stronger talents, so Xueying has obtained a better blood inheritance."

Ling'er said with a slightly red face, gentle and moving.

The whole family sat in a secluded courtyard, chatting about what had happened over the years until the moon hung high.

Xue Ying volunteered to sleep alone, without the company of her mother.

Ling'er had no choice but to let her temper go, anyway, in Zhentian Pavilion, there would be no danger.

In the room, the candlelight was flickering, reflecting Ling'er's gentle and pretty face.

After a few years, her appearance has not aged, on the contrary, it has become more gentle and watery.

Jiang Mo hugged her, and Linger murmured softly beside her, "In these years, sometimes I really miss you."

"Don't worry, in the future, I will not allow anyone to take you two away from me."

At night, Jiang Mo blew out the candle, and the delicate body lying beside him was a little hot.

In his heart, there was also a fiery fluctuation that hadn't been experienced in several years.

Ling'er looked at Jiang Mo affectionately with her autumn eyes like water.

Just as Jiang Mo was about to lean over to kiss those alluring red lips, there was a knock on the door.

"Mother, I'm still afraid of being alone, I want to sleep with you." Xue Ying said crisply outside the door.

"This girl..."

Jiang Mo shook his head and smiled helplessly, while Ling'er blushed even more.

Silent all night.

After a few days of cleansing in Zhentian Pavilion, Jiang Mo discovered that Xue Ying had a strong talent for swordsmanship.

Therefore, as a father, he taught his own way of sword without hesitation.

As for how much Xue Ying can comprehend, it depends on the fortune.

Under the green hill, Cang Xuechen in white clothes and Jiang Xueying holding a purple sword stood facing each other.

Cang Xuechen also held a sword, but his posture didn't seem to be standard.

"I really don't know swordsmanship." Cang Xuechen shook his head and said with a helpless face.

"It's okay, I'm just discussing with you."

Xueying said with great interest.

In Zhentian Pavilion, most of them are older than her, and after finally finding Cang Xuechen who can relieve their boredom, she will not let it go easily.

Jiang Mo stood in the distance, looking at the disciple being bullied by his daughter, but he had no intention of helping his disciple.

"My lord, Miss Wu has left." A monk came to report.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo was a little surprised, and asked, "Did she say where she went?"

"No, Miss Wu left, as if she didn't tell anyone." The monk said.

"Follow me back and have a look."

Jiang Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried back with the monk.

(End of this chapter)