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Qi Yanshu sighed and took a few steps forward until the distance between him and Jiang Mian was no more than half a foot. He looked down at her and called out softly: "Jiang'er."
Jiang Mian was shocked, and the tip of her nose was sore. She blinked, grabbed Qi Yanshu's hand, and said almost incoherently: "When did you come? Where is the original Uncle Qi? Are you in the forbidden area? You are not Already... why..."
Even she didn't know that at this moment, her eyes were already red.
"I am Qi Yanshu." His eyes flicked over Jiang Mian's face, and then he moved half an inch away. "I came to this world after my death. Being born as Qi Yanshu is equivalent to rebirth, but I am not familiar with the past. There is no memory of the incident until all memories are revived in the forbidden place."
In other words, the Master, like her, passed through the book world after death, but unlike her, she passed through halfway, while the Master passed through as a baby.
If his memory is not restored, he is just Qi Yanshu.
Is it because of her that I regained my memory
No matter what the reason is, it is a joyful thing for Master to survive in another way.
She looked at Qi Yanshu blankly. It was because of her that her master was assassinated by her enemies. Even though she later avenged her master, this incident was still a regret for her.
Now, according to Master, after his death, he was immediately reborn in this world, and his life continued in another way.
For a moment, I was full of joy.
"Master, it's great that you are alive." He couldn't hold back anymore, tears burst into his eyes.
Qi Yanshu raised the other hand that was not held by Jiang Mian and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips: "Don't cry, it's my fault for scaring you."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Jiang Mian cried even harder. She shook her head vigorously, held his hand tightly, and said with a choked voice, "I'm crying with joy, not because I'm scared."
She sniffed, and her voice was a little showy: "Master, you know, I finally reached the Mahayana stage, and I was only one step away from ascending. I thought at that time that if I entered the fairy world, I might be able to find a way to resurrect you. .”
"And more." She said like a child, "The bastard who plotted against you, I killed him in the cannibal sand without leaving a single clone behind."
The bastard who plotted against the master is a high-level monk. His way of becoming famous is that he cannot be killed - he has a very powerful and evil technique that can create clones. As long as one clone is alive, he cannot be completely killed.
"He was very unwilling when he died. He regretted that he didn't eradicate the roots in the secret realm and killed me together." These memories have been suppressed by her in the depths of her memory. Now that she has brought them out, the anger at that time has disappeared, but a faint feeling has arisen. pride.
She was seriously injured and became a mortal for five years. After regaining her cultivation level, she made a breakthrough, but there was still a big gap between her and that bastard.
But she still won.
In that battle in the cannibal sand, although she successfully avenged her master, she also lost half her life and was seriously injured. However, there were still wolves watching eagerly outside, trying to kill her while she was sick.
In the end, she was lucky and survived.
It was for this reason that she didn't like wolves.
Because she had avenged her master, she cultivated faster than before without any worries. She reached Mahayana in less than ten years. She saw her ascension was about to be followed by the attack of demons, and then she came to this world.
Staring at the girl's white cheeks, Qi Yanshu closed his eyes to cover up all his emotions.
After restraining and restraining, he finally couldn't hold it back and held the girl tightly in his arms, caressing her back gently.
He didn't speak. He saw all the blood and tears, but he couldn't participate or speak out.
"Jiang'er, forget the past, this world is the life you should have." His gentle voice soothed the grievances and fears she had unknowingly revealed from the world of cultivating immortals.
The year he died, she was only in the Nascent Soul stage, under twenty, and still a child. Under his protection, she knew nothing but cultivation.
Genius monks in the world of cultivating immortals can easily perish if they are not protected by powerful elders - what some people love to do most is to intercept and kill geniuses.
Without his blessing, you can imagine how difficult it would be for her to grow up.
It's not that I haven't had fear and grievances, but even if I have these emotions, it's useless. The only thing I can do is to keep moving forward, practice hard, and become stronger and stronger.
Only the strong are qualified to speak, and only the strong will no longer be easily afraid, let alone feel wronged.
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Jiang Mian was a little embarrassed and wiped her eyes. She withdrew from Qi Yanshu's arms. When she saw a large wet spot on his chest, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: How much water did she drink? Why did she cry so many tears? Is Princess Pomme possessed
She had forgotten the last time she cried so hard.
Jiang Mian raised his head carefully, looked into Qi Yanshu's smiling eyes, sniffed, pointed to the coffee table next to him, and said in a muffled voice: "Master, paper."
When facing Qi Yanshu before, even though she knew that he was unconditionally good to her, she always felt a sense of distance.
Even though she had made up her mind to consider Qi Yanshu as her father this time, it was still different after all, and there was an indescribable feeling of awkwardness.
Now that I know he is the master, the distance and awkwardness disappear instantly. When I think that he is the master, the corners of my mouth can't help but rise.
She seems to have been very lucky recently: Master Tian's father is back safely, and the person she has always wanted to be her father is Master.
Qi Yanshu took out a tissue and handed it to Jiang Mian. He stared at her tenderly, watching her smile change from a light smile to a grin, wishing she could jump up a few steps. He couldn't help but feel heartbroken, and a touch of relief slipped through his eyes. .
She laughs more now, which is a good thing.
Because he had practiced swordsmanship for a long time and was influenced by the martial arts, he had a dull temperament, so Jiang Mian followed him and was influenced by him and didn't like to laugh much.
The important thing is that he can sense that she is afraid of him. When seeing him, he would look at him timidly and then quickly look away.
-At that time, Jiang Mian passed by because she was afraid that someone would find out that little Jiang Mian had been snatched away by her carp. Plus, it was the first time she was a human being, so she was careful every day.
She was especially afraid of this master. Every day she heard legends about Master Qingyi, saying how powerful he was, which made her feel anxious and uneasy.
At that time, every time she met her master, she broke into a cold sweat.
After some time, she realized that there was no need for her to be like this, because the master often practiced in seclusion, and it was common not to see him for several months.
Even if they met, the master and apprentice had no other communication except one teaching and the other learning.
-That's when Qing Yi Daojun realized that she was afraid of him and was worried that he would scare her by talking too much and make her even more afraid of him. He didn't know how to get along with his young disciple, so after much deliberation, it was better to just teach.
At that time, people in the sect often talked privately, saying that the two of them were the most unlike master and disciple.
It wasn't until the sect's rule that disciples after establishing the foundation must go out for training. Jiang Mian was only eight years old and a small boy. As a master, how could he feel at ease
So every time Jiang Mian went through training, he would accompany him.
He didn't know how others brought up disciples. When he looked back, he saw that the disciple was so small that it barely reached his waist. She was combing her hair in a flowery style that the senior sister in the sect had combed for her. Although her little face was trying to be serious, her eyes were But from time to time he glances at the various foods sold by mortals.
After a monk builds his foundation, it is common sense not to eat mortal food to prevent impurities from accumulating in his body.
But before his eyes, he saw the look of his little disciple clearly wanting to eat but holding back, so he couldn't help but make an exception and buy it for her.
Once the rules are broken, it will not be easy to establish them again. It doesn't matter, there are too many impurities. He can just spend some time to help remove them when the time comes.
He likes to see his little disciple's belly chubby and his eyes shining brightly after eating.
He liked to hear her puff out her cheeks and say seriously every time after she was full: "Master, I will practice hard and try to catch up with you as soon as possible."
Those who are ambitious are the disciples of his Qingyi Daojun.
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"Master, please sit down quickly." After calming down and wiping his nose and tears, Jiang Mian suddenly remembered that Qi Yanshu was injured and anxiously helped him sit back on the sofa.
He opened his shirt and looked at it, sighing in relief, it was okay, okay.
She sat down next to Qi Yanshu and couldn't help but shout again: "Master."
She should be calmer, but then she thought about it, that was Master, and it was normal for her to be a little excited when she learned that he was alive and met again in this way.
"Mianmian." Just as he spoke, Qi Yanshu stopped again. He frowned, thinking about what to say. Jiang Mian understood what he wanted to say from his title.
Their current identities are different. If she calls Qi Yanshu Master in front of others, it will look very weird, and if her fathers know about it, it will be difficult to explain.
"Master, don't worry, I know how to do it. The most important thing is now. As long as I know that Master is still alive, I will be satisfied."
It's just a title. After thinking about it, he said eagerly: "To the outside world, I call you Uncle Qi. When we are alone, I'll call you Master, okay?"
Qi Yanshu's hand on his side tightened: "It's up to you."
Thinking that his master was still injured, Jiang Mian stopped talking and prepared to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of his master - letting Qi Yanshu lie down on the bed to sleep.
Qi Yanshu did not refuse and stood up obediently. At this moment, the sound of banging on the door suddenly sounded, and at the same time, there was Han Xu's roar, and the strong smell could be heard through the door: "Surname Qi, give me back my daughter!"
Before Jiang Mian could speak, Qi Yanshu touched her hair and said without refusal: "Go back, don't worry about me, it's just a minor injury."
Jiang Mian nodded obediently, watched him enter the bedroom, and then rushed to the door.
As soon as he opened the door, Han Xu rushed in aggressively.
"Dad." Jiang Mian quickly grabbed him, "I'm just sending Uncle Qi here."
Han Xu rolled up his sleeves: "Mianmian, get out of the way. This bastard actually kidnapped you into his house. I have to beat him up today."
Jiang Mian: "..."
"Uncle Qi is injured."
"I don't care what his injuries are. If he dares to abduct my baby, I will make him carry around without food."
"Dad, I'm hungry." Unable to hold back the wealthy father, Jiang Mian had no choice but to use his trump card.
Han Xu's anger subsided for a moment. He hesitated for a few seconds between teaching Qi a lesson or filling the belly of his precious daughter. He decisively chose the latter. When he pulled his daughter back, he did not forget to say: "I will spare you this for now." Come back."
"My little princess, what do you want to eat? Dad will take you there." After entering the house, he stood at the door, paused for two seconds, and suddenly wondered, "Mianmian, how did I fall asleep?"
Jiang Mian coughed lightly to divert the wealthy father's attention: "Dad, please take me to eat crayfish."