An Beisheng fell into a drowsy state, as if he was back in the dungeon again, with the cold wind, bloody wounds, and An Zimu's proud smile.

Suddenly, the scene around her shattered, and An Beisheng felt a pair of holy hands pulling her out of the nightmare.

She slowly opened her eyes, and An Zhaotian's worried face was right in front of her.

"My dear baby, you finally woke up. If something happened to you, how would Daddy live?"

An Zhaotian was in tears.

"Dad, my daughter is fine." An Beisheng looked at An Zhaotian who was crying in front of him and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Taoist Priest, my daughter is okay, Taoist Priest."

An Zhaotian suddenly thought of something and pulled the person behind him to An Beisheng's bed.

The man in front of him was dressed in flowing white clothes, with a gray beard hanging down to his chest. He held a whisk in his hand and looked at An Beisheng with a smile.

His voice was kind: "My little friend, do you feel better?"

"Master, this Taoist priest has strong spiritual power fluctuations." Yingying said in An Beisheng's spiritual consciousness.

An Beisheng's eyes lit up and he sat up from the bed: "Thank you so much, Taoist Master, for saving your life. It's a great kindness that Beisheng will never forget."

"Since I have no regrets, can you please agree to the old man's request?"

An Beisheng was startled: "Master Taoist, please speak."

"The old Taoist has been traveling around the world for many years and has met countless people. When I met my little friend today, I felt that you and I are destined to be masters and disciples. The old Taoist sat down with only one unfilial disciple. Today I want to accept my little friend as my disciple again.

, I want to teach my children spiritual arts, what do you think of me?"

"No!" Before An Beisheng could speak, An Zhaotian hurriedly refused, and the two of them looked at him in confusion.

An Zhaotian leaned over to Taoist Xuanye and explained: "Taoist, you have great magical powers and are unpredictable. My son has been spoiled since she was a child and has not endured hardships. Besides, I don't want her to go out alone. I hope Taoist understands."

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Xuan Ye nodded: "I understand Master An's concerns, but I don't know what I think, little friend?"

When An Beisheng heard this, he stood up and knelt in front of Xuan Ye: "Beisheng has dreamed of being a knight since he was a child. It is Beisheng's honor to be able to become a disciple of the Taoist leader."

"Good boy!"

"It's just." An Beisheng's voice changed, "Please allow me to stay in An's house for another half month."

"I respect you, little friend." Xuan Ye laughed, looked at the reluctant An Zhaotian and coughed twice in embarrassment. Why did he feel like he was robbing someone else's daughter?

"Master An, my young disciple, I will take my leave first."

Xuan Ye was embarrassed to stay any longer, so he said hello and left An Mansion.

"My dear baby, learning spiritual arts is hard and tiring. Why do you want to learn these things from that Taoist priest? With dad here, I will ensure that you have a safe life." An Zhaotian helped An Beisheng to the bed, with a look on his face

Feeling distressed.

"Dad." An Beisheng took An Zhaotian's hand and said seriously: "My daughter doesn't want to be a canary. My daughter wants to learn spiritual arts. Even if she doesn't protect the world, she can better protect herself."

An Beisheng saw that An Zhaotian was silent, thought for a while, and hugged An Zhaotian: "Dad, I know you are worried about me, but my daughter also wants to have her own world. I will come back often to see if dad is okay."

An Zhaotian looked at An Beisheng and sighed after a long time: "You, you, you, I really don't know what to do with you. If you don't want to study in the future, just come back and dad will support you."

"Thank you, dad." An Beisheng's eyes were slightly hot.

"Beiyao is kneeling in the ancestral hall. Dad hasn't investigated your injury yet. When Dad finds out, he will definitely give you an explanation."

An Beisheng lowered his eyes, remembering the tears that finally fell on her face, and shook his head: "Dad, it was not my fourth sister who harmed me."

"I don't want to stay in my room at night and I have to let you go out. This is simply unkind." An Zhaotian said angrily.

"..." An Beisheng was speechless. Her father was really very partial.

"Dad, don't accuse her wrongly." An Beisheng pulled An Zhaotian to help him.

Hearing this, An Zhaotian raised his eyes with complicated expressions: "Good boy, you have changed a lot since you sought death once."

An Beisheng smiled faintly: "Dad, my daughter will grow up."

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In the ancestral hall, An Beiyao was kneeling, his eyes dull and lifeless.

She just felt that there was something different about An Beisheng and wanted to go out and chat with her. Why did this happen?

"Fourth sister."

An Beisheng's voice came from behind. An Beiyao turned around and couldn't help crying when she saw An Beisheng: "Sister, I didn't harm you, it's really not me."

An Beisheng stepped forward to help her up and gently wiped away her tears: "Fourth sister, I know it's not you."

An Beiyao looked at her in disbelief: "Sister, are you willing to believe me?"

An Beisheng smiled and nodded: "How could someone as smart as my fourth sister do such a stupid thing? There were only you and me that night. If something happened to me, the first person to be implicated would be my fourth sister.

Daddy was a little anxious for a while. He still loves the fourth sister. The fourth sister should not argue with him. If something happened to the fourth sister today, dad would definitely be crazy about it."

An Beiyao looked at An Beisheng blankly, unable to believe that these words came out of her mouth.

"Fourth sister?"

"Thank you for your trust, sister. I take it seriously. There have been many changes." An Beiyao hesitated and said, "If it were before, sister would have wanted to peel off my skin."

"..." An Beisheng twitched the corner of his mouth. The original owner was so cruel. He treated his own sister like this, let alone those servants.

Sin, sin.

"Sister, do you have any guesses in your mind about who did it?" An Beiyao looked at An Beisheng, wondering if she could express the suspicion in her heart.

"What do fourth sisters think?"

An Beiyao lowered his eyes: "If there is no evidence, any accusation will be empty talk. I am willing to help my sister find the real murderer."
Chapter completed!