2203: C2203 The Mother and Son Met

C2203 The Mother and Son Met

Article 2203. Mother and son meet.

"Yes!" The Elysium Three Ghosts nodded respectfully and left the courtyard.

“ Roar!"

A moment later, the roars of the Demonic Beast Spirit Beast could be heard from the Flying Spirit Sect. After that, streams of light disappeared from the Flying Spirit Sect.

On the Back Mountain of Flying Spirit Sect, Holy Hand Spirit Monarch looked at the sky in front of him. A cold light flashed across his eyes as he said in a low voice. : "It's time to make a move!"

"Dead, Senior Brother Du, Fatty Liu is also dead." On a mountain peak of Flying Spirit Sect, in the eyes of the tiny Lu Jingyun, when he was brought back to Flying Spirit Sect from Misty Mountains, a cold glint flashed across his eyes. Looking at the scene of corpses lying on the ground in the Flying Spirit Sect, this young man's heart was filled with emotions. It had brought a huge impact to him.

"And Poison Expert, that old man is also dead. Why is it like this?" Tears flowed out of Lu Jingyun's jet-black eyes. He still remembered when he was young. He often robbed Poison Expert's belongings. Every time Poison Expert caught him, even though Poison Expert was fierce, he still spanked him. He also scolded him loudly.

However, Lu Jingyun knew that Poison Expert's palm was raised high up into the air, and it landed on his butt. It was so light that it couldn't be any lighter. He simply couldn't bear to hit him. Every time there was something delicious and fun to eat, Poison Expert would keep it for her. Every time Spirit Martial Emperor, that old man, desperately asked him to push the stone ball, Poison Expert would often sneak a look at him. He would bring delicious food for him.

"Poison Expert, don't die. I won't make you angry again in the future. Can you come back to life?"

Lu Jingyun finally couldn't hold back his tears. His master had gone missing. His grandmother and grandfather had gone to the Lu family. At this moment, he was like a homeless child. After all, he was only eight years old. This kind of psychological blow... He couldn't hold back his tears any longer.

"Jingyun, don't be sad." The Beier hovered on Lu Jingyun's shoulder. It had been a few hours since they had last met.

"Someone is here!"

At this moment, the Beier's vigilant gaze looked forward. Within its bright little eyes, a fierce light shot out.

"Who is it?" Lu Jingyun stood up and looked in the direction where the Beier was looking at. He kept his tears and his gaze was extremely vigilant.

"Jingyun, it's us." With a lovely voice, three figures appeared on the mountain peak. There were three beautiful madam, two middle-aged beautiful women in front of them, and one wearing light white palace clothes. Her dark black hair was tied up in a simple flying immortal bun. Her temperament was outstanding. She was extraordinary.

On the right was a beautiful woman. She wore a white brocade belt that tied up her slender waist. There was a white veil over her shoulder. She looked gentle and beautiful without any makeup. She looked fresh and elegant.

"So it's Auntie Jing Hua and Auntie Shui Yue. Why are you here?" When Lu Jingyun saw the person who had come, his cold gaze immediately revealed surprise and joy. His figure instantly appeared beside Jing Hua and Shuiyue. He knew that these two were from the Heavenly Cloud Island. They would often come to visit him and bring him gifts every time. He could feel that these two aunties were really good to him.

"We heard that something happened to Flying Spirit Sect, so we came to take a look." Shui Yue leaned over and caressed Lu Jingyun. She looked into Lu Jingyun's red eyes and asked, "Jingyun, are you alright?"

Lu Jingyun shook his head and said softly, "I'm fine, but many of my senior brothers are dead. Even Poison Expert is dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Jingyun could no longer hold back his tears. As if he had found a vent, he threw himself into Shui Yue's arms and cried.

"Alright, Jingyun, it's fine now." Holding Lu Jingyun tightly, Shui Yue looked at Murong Lanlan who was behind her.

Murong Lanlan's eyes had already turned red. It had been eight years. Although she often knew about the child, this was the first time she had seen the child after parting ways with him. It had been eight years. She had been thinking about it every day. This time, she knew about the changes in the Flying Spirit Sect, as well as Lu Shaoyou's disappearance. She finally couldn't hold herself back from coming here.

At this moment, Murong Lanlan saw her child crying in front of her. Her heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, but she was still stunned and didn't know what to do.

"Aunt Shuiyue, my master was trapped by Poison Expert and died." Lu Jingyun choked and cried. He, who had always been doted on, had now suffered an unbearable blow to his heart.

"It's fine. Your master will be fine. Don't cry." Jing Hua looked at the crying little boy in Shui Yue's arms. His heart was also filled with sorrow.

" Yes, yes, Master will definitely be fine." After a long time, Lu Jingyun raised his head from Shui Yue's embrace. He wiped away the tears in his eyes with his sleeves and his eyes were red with tears. There was determination in his grief as he said, "I want to cultivate well and find Master to avenge Poison Expert."

"Child." Murong Lanlan looked at Lu Jingyun with excitement and her black eyes turned. Her big eyes were sharp and her dark eyes were filled with intelligence. At this moment, her firm gaze was exactly the same as his. This was her child, her own flesh and blood.

Lu Jingyun did not recognize Murong Lanlan. At this moment, he was looking at Murong Lanlan. When he looked at that moist gaze, he seemed to have a familiar feeling that he had met before. His tiny little heart also felt an indescribable feeling.

"Jingyun, this is your Auntie Lanlan. She is the Auntie Lanlan that Auntie Jing Hua and Shuiyue often tell you about. She has always wanted to see you." Shuiyue softly said.

"Greetings, Auntie Lanlan." Lu Jingyun looked at Murong Lanlan, his eyes turning slightly as he bowed. Subconsciously, he could feel an inexplicable feeling in his heart. It was like every connection, even though he had never seen this auntie before. However, he could still feel a sense of closeness and familiarity.

"Child." Murong Lanlan's eyes could not help but tremble. Tears could not help but flow out of her eyes. It had been eight years and she was finally able to see her own flesh and blood.1

"Aunt Lanlan, why are you crying?" Lu Jingyun asked in puzzlement. He looked at beautiful madam who was crying in front of him, and his heart seemed to have been hooked by something. There was a wormhole that he wanted to cry in.

"Auntie is fine. Auntie is too happy." Murong Lanlan held Lu Jingyun in her arms. The tears in her eyes could not stop.

Jing Hua and Shui Yue watched this scene from the side. They looked at each other and revealed helpless smiles as they quietly retreated a little. No matter what, this was a good start, and the teachers tacitly agreed that right now... They hoped that one day, it would be better for them to truly meet each other.

On the continent, a storm was brewing. Myriad Island Cliff, Eastern Sea. The movement of the Flying Spirit Sect was spreading at an incredible speed. This time... The world had changed completely. The continent had been peaceful for more than ten thousand years. Now, it was no longer peaceful.

"Within a day, the three of them have achieved the Martial Monarch Realm in one go. This can be considered rare in the world!"

In a quiet courtyard, Lan Shisan's dark and deep eyes revealed a look of surprise. Within one day, three abnormal phenomena had appeared in the heaven and earth, shocking him. The fact that the three of them had achieved the Martial Sovereign Realm at the same time was not an ordinary thing.

"It seems like the Heaven Earth Alliance's luck this time isn't that great. They have also suffered a great loss. They are already powerless to move." Zi Yan's black gem-like eyes revealed a pair of watery eyes. On her glassy face... Her red lips parted slightly, and she said, "Holy Spirit Cult, the Flying Spirit Sect was ambushed. It seems like the Heaven Earth Alliance is afraid of him to an extremely serious extent."

"You are talking about Lu Shaoyou, right?" Lan Shisan looked at Zi Yan with his eyes and said softly, "The entrance to Void Secret Realm has disappeared. I'm afraid that this guy is in dire straits."

"I think nothing will happen to him. Nothing will happen to him!" Zi Yan stood up. Her demeanor was as graceful as a true immortal. Her beautiful eyes moved slightly. That gaze that was like a black gem would cause any man who saw it to lose their soul. At this moment, her gaze was filled with determination and confidence.

"Are you so sure?" Lan Shisan's handsome face moved slightly.

"Because he has too many unbelievable things. This time... I believe that he will be able to give the continent another surprise." Zi Yan's hair fell from her shoulders like a waterfall pouring down from the mountain stream under the tranquil moonlight. She looked forward and said softly, "But if he appears again, I believe that for some people... It will be a nightmare!"

"I also hope that he is fine. Although that fellow makes me jealous, I love and hate him." Lan Shisan smiled.

"I hope so." Zi Yan sighed. She could not help but think of the evil and arrogant young man in the green robe. Although she was sure of it, her heart was filled with worry.

In the Profound Heaven Secret Realm, he and ___ were practically hugging each other tightly, even though they were separated by clothes. That fellow, it was actually that thing that was still pressing against her legs. She still remembered everything that happened in the Death Abyss when she was traveling with him. It would always appear in her mind.

"Zi Yan, there are some things that we need to start now, right?" Lan Shisan said.

"The things left behind by our ancestors in Void Secret Realm. We have successfully obtained them. We should be preparing for the next step. It should be soon." Zi Yan said softly.

Everyone in the Flying Spirit Sect had a sleepless night. All of them were burying the corpses of their fellow disciples in grief and indignation. Most of them couldn't even find the corpses of their fellow disciples. They could only bury them together.

The entire Flying Spirit Sect encompassed all the experts, and 5,317 of them were seriously injured. Nearly ten thousand of them were lightly injured, and the number of people who had fallen added up was calculated. There was a total of 24,307 people in the Flying Spirit Sect, and it could be said that there were corpses everywhere in the Flying Spirit Sect.

All the disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect were unable to differentiate the corpses. They could only be buried at the foot of a mountain in the Flying Spirit Mountain. This mountain was also known as the tomb of 10,000 people. More than 20,000 disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect were buried here.

Blood flowed like rivers in the Flying Spirit Sect, and the stench of blood soared to the sky. It was estimated that it would take a few months for the blood to disperse.

The night passed slowly. The next morning, the entire Flying Spirit Mountain was covered with a thin layer of fog. The autumn wind that blew from the spatial zone brought with it the coolness of the end of the battle. The fallen leaves drifted in the air, as if it was a symbol of the fall of the disciples of the Flying Spirit Sect.

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