And Yang Chan didn't know anything about these things.

Yang Chan walked briskly and walked to Bixia. She also sat down gently and handed over the human snacks she had brought. The child who looked about ten years old blinked and took it. Bixia's own personality

The difference is caused by a clear energy.

For her, the passage of time is different from that of others.

Others are one year old.

But she counts two hundred years as one year old.

She is the daughter of the Royal Master, she is immortal, but now she is just like a ten-year-old child.

Yang Chan often came to play with her. Today, she talked about all the things in the world and about her brother. She couldn't help but said depressedly: "It's true that my second brother asked me to travel and play outside after I entered the eight difficulties in cultivation, but he didn't

I went to look for some friends from the past, but I was very bored. Fortunately, you are still here, otherwise, I would be bored to death!"

"Second brother, really, why are you so strict with me now?"

Xiao Bixia nodded, holding a pastry and taking a small bite.

Yang Chan smiled and said: "Sesame cake, I like it very much. It tastes very sweet and fragrant. There is always good taste in the world... I heard that when the emperor was young, he met Yuanjun, the empress, when they were young.

I always like to eat these human snacks.”

When mentioning this matter, the little girl's movements froze. Yang Chan knew that she had said the wrong thing, looked at the child, her eyes darkened, and said, "Do you miss your dad again?"

Bixia nodded.

Yang Chan reached out and rubbed the little girl's hair, and comforted her softly: "I met him before. I didn't remember much at that time, but I vaguely remembered that he was a very reliable and trustworthy senior who knew everything about him.

If it is not difficult for him, the final calamity will certainly not be able to stop him."

"Connected by blood and soul, he will definitely be able to feel that you are thinking of him."

"One day, I will come back to you."

The little girl nodded and hummed softly. Yang Chan told her some new things happening in the world to make her happy and divert her attention. Unexpectedly, the sky was getting darker and bursts of thunder could be heard in the distance.

, and soon a stream of light came to the Taishan Dojo.

Yang Jian walked out wearing silver armor, and when his battle robe was swept away, he turned into a black robe.

There are naturally the Seven Saints of Meishan and other divine generals accompanying him.

Yang Chan spotted him, cheered, went to meet him, and complained softly:

"Second brother, why did you come just now?"

Next to them, the Seven Saints of Meishan smiled and said: "Three Holy Mothers, you don't know. A few years ago, the second master achieved the honorable position and was named the [Judicial Lord]. There are too many things that need to be done. In recent days, these innate gods and demons have been too much."

He is being wanton and becoming more and more arrogant. The Second Master is a high-ranking official and is in charge of the army. He naturally has many things to do."

Yang Jianwen replied: "They can't be arrogant for much longer. However, it is at this time that their counterattack becomes more and more fierce. However, these are the last few battles."

He glanced around and said, "Didn't Senior Bodhisattva come today?"

Fangcunshan Bodhisattva has a peculiar personality and different generations. If we really talk about it, except for the teacher Sanqing Taoist and Qi Wuzhuo, his seniority will automatically double for everyone he meets. The original Buddha has the same origin and the same lineage.

He has a warm and nurturing personality and a high seniority, so everyone must be convinced by him.

Yang Jian turned his eyes slightly and saw that Bixia seemed to be depressed today. Yang Chan whispered a few words, and Yang Jian understood. He leaned over and looked at the child at eye level, saying:

"Do you miss the emperor?"

There is no need to say anything else. Such longing is self-evident. Yang Jian looked gentle and said:

"Don't worry, he must be thinking of you at this time."

"He must also want to come back."

Yang Jian thought about that day when he held his long sword horizontally and faced the backs of the final gods and demons in the final calamity, and his expression was filled with sadness. The events of that day seemed to be still yesterday, still vivid in his mind, but they were almost two thousand years ago.

Now, he raised his head and saw that the sky was still deep and distant, and he couldn't help but feel slightly startled.

Heaven outside the sky——

The boundless starlight circulates, criss-crossing and turning into different phases like a chessboard. The waves are magnificent, as huge as the entire six realms. The gods and demons have deep eyes, looking at the chess game, and the peaceful black-haired Taoist in front of him. The Taoist looks at this dim

After coming down from the chess game, he looked at the chess piece and said calmly:

"It looks like you are going to lose."

"I am waiting for the day of departure, the time when the poor will return home."
Chapter completed!