Longevity: I am in the quiet garden, the sun and the moon

It didn't take long for Liu Yuyan to fall asleep soundly, tired of crying.

After all, this is her first time!

Ten consecutive draws!

"Ding dong! After obtaining the magical skill [Golden Bell Cover] and using it, the defense power will be doubled instantly, which requires strong spiritual support."

"Ding dong! Gain 30000 experience points."

"Ding dong! Gain 50000 experience points."

"..."

"Ding dong! Gain 60000 experience points."

Experience balance: 780000

It's better to accumulate some more experience and improve your cultivation level.

Beyond the true fairyland, there is no such thing in this world at present.

It was noon, Liu Yuyan calmed down and left the palace.

Xing Bang didn't ask her why she came to the palace, and there was no need to ask any more questions.

Want to laugh!

Liu Yuyan would probably figure it out afterwards. How could such a smart guy think of the purpose of her coming to the palace?

In the end, you will find that your body may have been deceived.

In fact, this is the fact!

Xing Bang is not afraid of Liu Cundao at all now. Whether he is literary or martial arts, the old guy is nothing.

If you say something unpleasant and offend him, you might even slap him with a big mouth.

……

Bless the shrine.

"Master, the disciple is back."

Hearing this, Liu Cundao glanced at Liu Yuyan and frowned slightly.

"Yan'er, nothing happened."

Liu Yuyan felt somewhat guilty, so her expression and behavior were naturally captured by Liu Cundao.

"No, nothing happened. I followed your instructions. After returning from the city, I went to the palace and then came back."

"Weren't you discovered by that boy?"

Liu Cundao asked.

Liu Yuyan shook her head, "No, with his cultivation level, how could he find his disciple?"

Liu Cundao waved his hand, "Okay, it doesn't matter if he finds out."

"That boy, you are no match for him."

"Master, you..."

Liu Yuyan's face turned red. There was something in the master's words, as if he had been seen through. However, he didn't seem angry, but rather indifferent.

Even if Master knew about this, wouldn't he blame him?

Liu Cundao changed his expression and asked, "By the way, where did that witch go?"

Liu Yuyan looked a little more solemn and responded: "She went to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

"Then after leaving the city, we went to Shuiyue Temple. Master Bi Xian was so advanced in cultivation that his disciples didn't come near."

Liu Cundao nodded, "Okay, I understand."

He also saw that his beloved disciple must have had something happen with that boy, so there was no need to ask about the situation in the palace.

Think about it, it's better to wait until after the wedding, and don't let your precious daughter stay in the temple. She should be happier outside the palace.

Liu Cundao was anxious in his heart, anxious to hold his grandson in his arms. He thought that he would do his best to train him well so that he could inherit his own mantle.

His father was a good-for-nothing, and he had only just realized the mysterious realm, so he had no interest in training him.

Just be his regent.

It is easy to understand why Wu Meier went to Youxiang Mansion, because Liu Cundao knew the identity of Princess Qin Bingyanye Qin for a long time, so it was not surprising.

However, it's not that strange for Wu Mei'er to go to Shuiyue Temple. He also knows about Master Bi Xian's last meritorious service.

Liu Cundao thought to himself that maybe Xing Bang had made some arrangements.

However, this incident also aroused his curiosity, and he wanted to meet Master Bi Xian when he had time.

Anyway, I vaguely feel like there seems to be something fishy here.

In fact, Xing Bang didn't care about these things at all. Even if Liu Cundao knew that Master Bi Xian was Zheng Xiujun's biological mother, it wouldn't matter.

Otherwise, he knew clearly that Wu Mei'er would go to Shuiyue Temple, but he didn't know anything about it.

After sorting out the plot in the past two days, I will definitely make up for the missing number of words.