Three years later

"Master, I have built a foundation state."

Ling Qingchen looked at Ning Qingxue with joy and said.

"Is that so good? That's pretty good!

You can get out of the army.”

Looking at Ling Qingchen with a happy face, Ning Qingxue's expression was a little complicated.

But a smile of joy still squeezed out on his face.

My apprentice has grown up after all!

"Yes, Master, my disciple is about to go down the mountain to be a hero, punish evil, and become a young hero.

Do you have anything else to tell your disciples?”

Ling Qingchen rubbed his hands with excitement, and said in his eyes full of anticipation.

Life at the foot of the mountain is really desirable!

"There is nothing to explain.

What should be explained, I have already explained it to you over the years.

Don't believe it easily..."

Looking at Ling Qingchen, who looked full of energy and no longer felt inferior to the past.

Ning Qingxue smiled with relief and said softly.

"Don't trust anyone!

Master, you have been saying this for more than ten years.

Can't we change the sentence?

The disciple's ears were almost heard of calluses."

Ning Qingxue had not finished speaking yet.

Ling Qingchen spoke helplessly and followed Ning Qingxue's words.

“Yes…is it?

Ha, it turns out that it has been so long before I know it!"

Listening to Ling Qingchen's words, a trace of memories flashed through Ning Qingxue's eyes.

It turns out that I have been with this rebellious disciple for more than ten years.

What a pity, this ignorant disciple still couldn't remember himself after all.

"Master, don't worry.

My disciple, I have already remembered your words firmly.

After going down the mountain, no one would believe his disciple.

Even if it is a brother who is a friend of the Eight Bibles, his disciples will keep a vigilance."

Looking at Ning Qingxue with a dull expression, Ling Qingchen thought she was worried about her safety after going down the mountain.

He quickly spoke and promised.

"Well, remember, that's fine."

Ning Qingxue chuckled a few times, nodded softly and said.

"Master, you have been on the mountain for so many years, and your disciple has never seen you go down the mountain.

Where are your relatives and friends?”

Looking at Ning Qingxue with a dazed expression, Ling Qingchen asked the question he was most curious about over the years he had been going up the mountain.

"Relatives and friends? You have no relatives and friends anymore..."

Hearing Ling Qingchen's words, Ning Qingxue couldn't help but smiled self-deprecatingly and said softly.

There is no affection on the road to immortal cultivation. Ning Qingxue has been excluded by the family since she was a child because of her strong qualifications.

Ning Qingxue's father was found out by the clan leader because he was afraid of Ning Qingxue's qualifications.

It made Ning Qingxue's younger brother unable to be trained by the family.

He drove Ning Qingxue out of the house overnight.

In those years, Ning Qingxue was hungry and full, relying on self-sufficiency to hunt monsters for a living.

Until one day, she met Ling Qingchen.

I found that I could actually see the location of various opportunities that Ling Qingchen could obtain from Ling Qingchen.

Just now, I started a cheating life.

The days of snatching opportunities with Ling Qingchen and falling in love and killing each other.

Even every time she can know the location of the opportunity in advance and arrive at the location of the opportunity in advance.

But for some reason, maybe God was joking with Ning Qingxue.

Or, in this world, there is a god of destiny who is silently manipulating all this.

No matter how hard Ning Qingxue tried, she would set a stumbling block on Ling Qingchen.

This last opportunity can always fall on Ling Qingchen by chance.

Without exception.

It was as if these opportunities were arranged specifically for Ling Qingchen by God.

No matter what the process is, the result will be Ling Qingchen's chance.

On the other hand, she herself is like a clown and a supporting role tool who helps Ling Qingchen get opportunities.

It was a job for Ling Qingchen, the son of luck.

But because Ning Qingxue's qualifications are really good.

Relying on eating the leftovers of Ling Qingchen, Ning Qingxue still developed.

This also led to the last battle for the secret realm that was captured by Ling Qingchen for fifty years.

After Ning Qingxue developed, she also went home to see it.

I thought about slapping my father in the face that he had abandoned him.

But I never expected that during the period when I was away, my family would be destroyed.

It was not until that moment that Ning Qingxue realized that perhaps her father was trying to protect herself.

If you want to leave the last trace of incense for the Ning family, you might be able to expel your own.

But there is no evidence of death, and the result is nothing.

Perhaps it was because my father favored boys over girls, or maybe he was not born by his father, so maybe it might be.

“No relatives and friends anymore?

Master, don’t be sad, you still have a disciple!

Since other relatives and friends are gone, the disciple is your relatives and friends.

When your disciple becomes famous all over the world, you will definitely come back to the mountain to accompany you to spend your life with your master."

Ling Qingchen looked at Ning Qingxue with a heartache, and then stretched out his hand.

He gently patted Ning Qingxue on the shoulder and comforted her softly.

"good.

My teacher is waiting for Xiao Chen to come back on the mountain.”

Listening to Ling Qingchen's words, Ning Qingxue quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with a hint of relief.

“Since we are all going to go down the mountain and go out.

It would be better to have another fight with our teacher.

Let me test again, Xiao Chen, how strong are you?"

Ning Qingxue chuckled a few times, looked at Ling Qingchen with a look of relief and asked softly.

"good."

Ling Qingchen nodded obediently and said.

"Master, you lost."

A few crisp sounds of swords sounded.

Ning Qingxue let go of the sword in her hand.
To be continued...