As evening approaches, it drizzles.

Following a misty blue stone road, you can enter the courtyard with pink walls and black tiles. Green pine trees are on the side and rockery is lined with rockery. You can see that there is an elegant oriental garden-style villa located in the courtyard.

Wearing a white T-shirt, black loose trousers, and a high school girl-like face, Cheng Qiuyue walked lightly through the red-painted corridor and came to a pavilion in the courtyard.

Behind the stone table in the pavilion, a tall and thin man in his thirties, wearing a black ancient gown, with his medium-length hair falling and scattering, his face with a angular face with indescribable loneliness. His eyes, which were like a falcon in the past, were also a bit drunk, and there were empty wine bottles in front of him.

When Cheng Qiyue saw this scene, she couldn't help but look at her father in front of her in surprise.

My father is a proud son of heaven and a descendant of the ancestor. He has always been very arrogant and arrogant, giving people the feeling of being sharp and arrogant.

And that proud father, now his hair is scattered and full of alcohol... he is like a down-and-out drunkard?

Cheng Qiuyue looked at her father in the pavilion and couldn't help but say, "Father, are you looking for me?"

Cheng Buhui looked at Cheng Qiyue with drunken eyes and said in a low voice: "Sit down."

Cheng Qiuyue was slightly stunned.

Over the years, my father has become increasingly disappointed with her progress in her cultivation and his attitude has become increasingly cold. This is the first time he has taken the initiative to let her sit in front of her.

She was a little nervous and didn't understand what her father meant.

Cheng Buxiu frowned slightly, and was about to scold him habitually, but saw the uneasy look in his daughter's eyes. He couldn't help but sigh and said in a slow tone: "July, sit down."

Cheng Qiuyue hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the stone pier beside his father.

Cheng Buxiu picked up the wine bottle, took another sip, and then asked casually: "How is the progress of his practice?"

"I guess we will be able to overcome the 'College Student' level in the next few days." Cheng Qiuyue whispered.

"You're thirty-seven this year."

Cheng Buxiu nodded slightly, as if he was saying to his daughter, and as if he was saying to himself: "It's not bad to pass the first heaven at the age of thirty-seven, it's pretty good, it's a bit mediocre... Maybe it's not a bad thing."

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Qiyue couldn't help asking.

Cheng Buxiu smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, then slowly shook his head and said, "It's nothing. After you pass the Tianguan of the academy students and become the "Walking Under the Moon", you will have some self-protection ability. At that time, if you want to relax, just relax, and you don't need to sacrifice too much for your practice."

Cheng Qiyue was stunned for a moment, her eyes felt a little sore.

It's been more than twenty years.

For more than 20 years, she has been working hard for her practice all day long, in order to awaken her Dharma body as soon as possible, and to pass the first heavenly barrier of "academic student", disguised as a student. She has also disguised herself for more than 20 years, and she just wanted to make an effort so hard.

And now, the father, who has always been strict and indifferent, actually said such open-minded and lenient words?

"In a blink of an eye, you are thirty-seven."

Cheng Buxiu held the wine bottle, looked at Cheng Qiuyue with a faint look, sighed, and said, "Since you started practicing, I have not hugged you yet. Let me hug you. Maybe this is the end..."

"In the end? What's wrong with you...?"

Cheng Qiyue's eyes turned red, and she couldn't help but feel wet when she looked at her fragile and lonely father in front of her.

What happened that actually made my father, who had always been fierce and proud, become like this?

Is this a last word?

Cheng Buxiu didn't answer her, but just stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hug his daughter, but his arm hesitated in the air for a moment, then hesitated and took it back, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I haven't hugged you for so many years, and I'm a little embarrassed."

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Qiyue asked with a little sobbing.

"Stop asking, I don't want to get you in." Cheng Buxiu glanced at his daughter and shook his head slightly.

He knew that his daughter might have something to do with that Senior Lin. The copybook hanging in his daughter's bedroom was probably given to him by Senior Lin.

But... he had also read the copybook, but it was just a trace of vague Taoist rhyme. It was not like the female practitioner I met in that calligraphy and painting shop today, with a copybook of "Ding" containing great supernatural powers.

I'm afraid that my daughter's copybook was just given by the senior for the sake of the ancestor, and it was just a little commemorative.

Those senior masters were willing to give gifts to please the ancestors, and even the cold and famous Lu Jianxian gave the Liangyi Gathering Basin. What kind of person is God knows?

Perhaps it is a banished immortal, or perhaps it is an immortal reincarnation... In short, it must be a powerful immortal god who has surpassed the Five Heavenly Pass.

How could such a powerful person care about his daughter just by giving him a pair of ordinary copybooks?

So, he never thought of asking his daughter to help him plead.

The worst result he could accept was that the senior killed him on the spot, but could not involve the only descendant of the family and daughter.

"Father……"

Seeing that his father said nothing, Cheng Qiyue just drank wine in a lonely and desolate manner, as if he was a death row prisoner before execution, he couldn't help biting his lip and whispered: "Father... Maybe I can help you?"

Cheng Buxiu glanced at his daughter, shook his head slightly, and said, "With your cultivation, if I am gone in the future, you may not be very easy in the Cheng family, but as long as you live a worry-free life, wealth and health are good, ordinary is a blessing... You need to think twice in your actions in the future and remember this."

Cheng Qiyue took a deep breath and said, "Father, I actually know a senior master with great powers. The ancestor and him are also old acquaintances. If he..."

Before she could finish her words, Cheng Buxiu sighed and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I know, you are talking about the owner of the calligraphy and painting shop called 'He Mingxuan', right?"

"Father, do you know him?" Cheng Qiuyue couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Cheng Buxiu was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "It's okay to tell you, I got into trouble today... that Senior Lin."

Cheng Qiyue was struck by lightning and was stunned for a while before asking in a trembling voice: "You...how did you mess with Senior Lin?"

Cheng Buxiu raised his hand to signal her to stop, and then said lightly: "No need to mention this matter anymore. The mistake has been made. Tomorrow I will go to the senior who will be guilty of the crime. I will admit whether it is dead or alive, but I will never involve you and my Cheng family."

"No..."

Cheng Qiyuelian said: "Father, I have had some conversations with Senior Lin. In my opinion, Senior Lin is not the kind of indifferent and evil way, nor is he a person who is so kind. Instead, he is friendly and respectful, and is easy to know but difficult to be close to. He should be a peerless and talented person with a broad mind."

Cheng Buxiu shook his head and sighed, "A mortal is still living with a mask. But such an unfathomable powerful man has gone through so many years. Even if he is still living in seclusion in the mortal world, even if he pretends to be a mortal, you may not see any clues. How can you determine his personality by just a few words?"

Cheng Qiuyue couldn't help but be stunned.

Cheng Buxiu reached out and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry too much. As a father, he is just preparing for the worst. What will happen tomorrow."

Cheng Qiuyue bit her lower lip and said, "Then I will go with you tomorrow."

"No need." Cheng Buhui said slowly: "It doesn't make sense for you to go. Maybe the ancestor still has some chances. After all, the ancestor even gave Qingyang ruler to Senior Lin, but you are such a little girl..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Qingyang ruler? It turns out that it is with Senior Lin, no wonder..." Cheng Qiyue felt moved and said, "Father, why don't you also apologize for your sins? If you can win Senior Lin's favor, you might be able to forgive your mistakes?"

"apologize……"

Cheng Buxiu remained silent.

He never thought about this, because even the Cheng family's tribe-controlling treasure, the Qingyang ruler, was just a paper-controlling ruler for senior Lin, and even the Lu Jianxian's treasure, the Liangyi Gathering Basin, was just a tool for washing pens. The other party obviously didn't care about the so-called treasure in the world at all.

Before leaving, although the ancestor gave him some treasures, it was far from comparable to the treasures.

"Father, since Senior Lin likes ordinary life, it proves that he pays more attention to keeping a low profile. Perhaps... the treasure that looks ordinary but is smart inside is more in line with Senior Lin's wishes?" Cheng Qiyue said carefully.

Cheng Buxiu pondered for a moment and felt that the same was true.

Even if it is a treasure, in the eyes of that senior, it is probably not much better than ordinary things.

Even if he took out the magic weapon at the bottom of the box, the other party would not take it seriously.

But if it was a plea that suited the taste of that senior, it might be useful.

“By the way.”
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