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The rules were relentless and well-reasoned: "You woke me up. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have woken up. You are my mother!"

As for the real culprit, the sword spirit had already hidden in the Beihan Sword and would not come out no matter how Su Miao threatened it.

Guili continued, pressing forward: "As long as you acknowledge me, we can leave. Didn't the sword spirit say you wanted to go back? ...Yes, Jiaoqi is still waiting for you!" He frowned, not quite understanding why someone's name would be Jiaoqi: "Jiaoqi has been waiting for you for ten years. Even if you don't feel guilty, you still haven't caught your clone!"

The sword spirit didn't dare to tell anyone about Su Miao, and in the end it only mentioned Fu Chen, but it didn't dare to say his name directly.

So no matter what, the rules can only revolve around being delicate and having clones.

Hearing that there was a way out, Su Miao raised his eyes slightly and stabbed the rules with his spirit sword: "Are you teasing me?"

She tried to find a way to get out for a few days, but this person was just in a daze.

Guili lowered his head in embarrassment, rubbing his hands: "I just didn't remember... Besides, you didn't tell me you wanted to go out, so how would I know?"

So he couldn't be blamed for all this! He raised his head and puffed out his chest: "My master is worried that I'll be used by others, so he put a ban on me. Only someone related to me can take me away."

His voice became weaker, and he wanted to persuade her again, but when he met Su Miao's black and white pupils, he shut up silently.

No more trouble!

Su Miao didn't believe him and flew up into the air with her sword. She had tried this before, and at a certain altitude, a barrier would appear. She had originally thought it was the work of her clone, but now it seemed to be a restriction imposed by the rules themselves.

After touching the barrier, Su Miao turned around and flew downwards, landing lightly beside Guizi.

"Did Beihan tell me your name?" There was only one way to get out, and Su Miao had no other choice.

The sword spirit suddenly appeared and tried to please him: "His last name is Su, just like Su Rong! He is your son or daughter. I was right when I said that you would have two children."

I didn't understand the rules so I nodded anyway: "Please give me a name, mother."

Su Miao once sneaked into Qianli Pavilion and met a senior who practiced divination. On his deathbed, the senior was obsessed with the person who would inherit his legacy. Unfortunately, Su Miao had a special physique, so she had no choice but to push the sword spirit away.

Later, Jian Ling became the last leader of Qianli Pavilion, and the most mysterious 26th leader.

Su Miao didn't say anything, but raised his eyebrows to signal Jian Ling that such matters should naturally be handled by professionals.

The sword spirit received the order, moved close to the rules and took a drop of blood from his forehead, then quickly hid behind Su Miao, turning his back and muttering something.

Guili was not angry, but happy and shy, glancing at Su Miao from time to time.

He is going to have a family again, this is the family the master is talking about.

In fact, he didn't finish his words. There was another way to get out, which was to seal him again.

I dare not tell Su Miao the rules, because Su Miao is very likely to do so!

After finally waking up, he didn't want to continue sleeping. When he had enough fun, he would go find his master and them.

The sword spirit turned around, and Su Miao took the drop of blood from between her eyebrows very familiarly. The blood quickly disappeared as soon as it reached her hand, but a magic circle appeared under Su Miao and Guizi's feet.

This formation was originally created by immortals in order to deceive the so-called Heavenly Dao. They never thought that one day it would be used by what everyone believed to be the Heavenly Dao.

The sword spirit shouted sternly: "The energy of the four directions is used by me, knot!"

Su Miao extended her hand and channeled spiritual energy into the sword spirit. Even after a long moment, her expression remained calm. She looked at the rules and said, "Your name is Su Zi. There's a saying that Zi is the tallest of all trees. You are the rule of heaven and earth, controlling the cause and effect of all things. You deserve this name."

The formation flickered, showing some disapproval. The sword spirit muttered a few words in a low voice, and the formation dimmed in protest, then suddenly lit up, forming a combined formation and flying towards the two people's eyebrows.

Done.

Knowing this, Su Zi looked very happy and knelt down with his fists clasped: "Thank you, mother!"

Su Miao withdrew his hand and hummed, "Get up, let's go back."

She found the location of the Wuwang Sect.

The town had become much quieter, even a little deserted. The sword spirit sat on Su Zi's shoulder, took a quick look, and said to Su Miao, "Could it be that we came back too late?"

Su Zi tugged at the white veil on her face, but even though she wasn't used to it, she didn't take it off. Su Miao was also wearing a veil; her return couldn't alert anyone else.

Only the sword spirit took advantage of the fact that no one else could see it, and could not sit still on Su Zi's shoulder, so it ran away again.

Su Miao did not stop him. After being imprisoned with her for ten years, the sword spirit was really suffocated.

There are still many monks in the town, but it is not as prosperous as it was ten years ago.

Su Miao randomly found a restaurant, walked in, and ordered a pot of snow lotus tea.

As she walked in, the cultivators stopped talking in disbelief and looked again and again, but they didn't dare rush to Su Miao. They suspected that the person was the Northern Cold Immortal Venerable, the fallen Northern Cold Immortal Venerable.

Su Zi called out "Mom" at the right time, and they then looked away.

Raising his hand to set up a barrier, Su Miao held up his face and said, "There is progress."

Setting up a barrier wasn't a difficult task in the spiritual world, nor would it be very noticeable. Compared to the unconcealable spiritual energy of Su Miao, it did seem quite ordinary.

She had originally intended to return directly to Wuwang Sect, but she discovered that there was no news from Wuding Temple. The four major sects had always been the key to her resistance against her clones, so she had no choice but to return to Wuding Temple.

Su Zi didn't understand: "I have already concealed your aura, why can they still find you?"

He was a rule-breaker after all, and he almost got Su Miao discovered. It was impossible for him not to be discouraged, he was more curious.

Su Miao is a very special person. He has met all kinds of people, but none of them looks more like a god than her.

God has never been a simple word. God enjoys the offerings of the world and also bears responsibilities.

Along the way, he saw Su Miao's actions of punishing evil and promoting good. This person is very special.

Unscrupulous yet kind-hearted.

As the spiritual energy gradually depleted, the monks used the Tao more to distinguish identities, using their own Tao to distinguish the Tao of others.

Even the term spiritual roots is a thing of the past many years ago. For cultivators, Tao is the kingly way.

Su Miao could only say a few simple words about all this. Su Zi had been asleep for too long, and the world had changed so much that even Su Miao could not fully explain the changes.

Hearing that the demons were gone, Su Zi couldn't help but stand up, muttering "Impossible." Meeting Su Miao's inquiring eyes, he sat down to calm down a little, looking back at Su Miao with a complicated expression: "You know I have two masters, the second one is a demon..."

He scratched his head, feeling that what he said was wrong, and said again: "He is not really a demon... Well, he is the successor chosen by the master. He is the only nine-tailed fox in the world. Nine-tailed fox, you should have heard of it, right?"

The spiritual world was too unfamiliar to him. It was like returning from an ancient era to a barbaric age. Even the current spiritual world could not be called the age of cultivating immortals, because no matter how hard he practiced, he could not become an immortal, let alone a god.

There has been no sign of God for several years.

Su Miao knocked on the table slowly, raised his dark pupils slightly, and said without surprise or doubt: "No, you continue."

Hundreds of years had passed since the Four Divine Beasts fell, the demon beast clan was barely surviving, and the cultivators were also struggling in pain. Listening to Su Zi's impossible words, Su Miao's face was tense, and his aura was getting colder and colder.

After talking for a long time, Su Zi was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. He had a lot to tell Su Miao, but his memory was incomplete and Su Miao was a person with rigorous logic. In the end, he almost suspected that those were all his delusions.

Su Zi sighed and turned to look out the window. He saw a cultivator flying by on a green turtle. In a flash, he suddenly said excitedly, "You said the four great beasts have fallen? Do you know why they are called the four great beasts, mother?"

His voice was blocked within the barrier and only Su Miao could hear it. When Su Zi doubted herself, she was also thinking about the possibilities in her mind.

Is it possible that Su Zi’s subversive words are true?

She also saw the monks soaring past on green turtles. Wuding Town was considered the territory of Wuding Temple, and flying was strictly prohibited there. Even after ten years, Lin Yu hadn't changed, even though he could do such a bold thing.

Although she was expressing her feelings, a hint of coldness unconsciously flashed in her eyes. Su Zi saw this and cautiously added, "Mother."

Su Miao was not curious about why the four great beasts were called the four great beasts. She picked up the spiritual sword on the table and said to Su Zi, "Go to Wuding Temple and find Wu Yong first. Give this to him."

A peach blossom condensed from spiritual power flew into Su Zi's hand. Before he could say anything, Su Miao had already left through the window.

It was straightforward and decisive, without a trace of drag. Fortunately, the sword spirit did not leave with her. Su Zi felt a little relieved, and looked at the sword spirit with a gentler look: "You are the best. Mother is just an unkind person."

Sword Spirit: "..." It didn't want to stay either, the key was that Su Miao threw it out!

There was no other way, so it forced a smile: "That's right, after all, you are also my little master."

When this was mentioned, Su Zi leaned in closer, almost resting his entire face on the table. "You said that mother had two children... Who is this Su Rong?"

No matter what time it was, he was a unique existence. But when he came to Su Miao, it was different. He was like a tired and worried child, and also like a coolie who worked for free.

This made Su Zi secretly jealous of the person named Su Rong.

Unexpectedly, the sword spirit's eyes dodged, and he kept urging him: "Have you finished eating? Have you had enough tea? ... Then let's go to Wuding Temple. This is Su Miao's order! As for Su Rong... you will know later!"

Lin Yu rode the green turtle to the front of the bamboo forest, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Su Miao who was following him and said, "Senior Sister, you are still alive!"

She ran a few steps faster, put her arms around Su Miao, her eyes red, her voice tinged with sobs: "Senior Sister...Senior Sister..."

With Su Zi, who was even more boisterous than Fu Chen, by his side, Su Miao patted Lin Yu's back more calmly and took a half step back without leaving any trace.

The breathing sound gradually slowed down, and Su Miao felt relieved. Then he put down his hand and walked into the bamboo forest.

After venting her emotions, Lin Yu felt much better. The corners of her eyes were still a little red, but there were no tears. She followed behind Su Miao, looking up from time to time.

Sitting deep inside was a woman in red, with her black hair draped behind her and her profile delicate and beautiful.

The footsteps alternated between light and heavy. Mitsuting put down the snow lotus tea she was brewing, turned around, and with a charming smile on her lips, she complained, "Miaosu, Miaosu, you've been playing around for ten years, and you've kept us waiting!"

She and Wuwang Sect have been performing the scene of the death of the Immortal Lord Beihan for ten years. They have been waiting for so long!

Su Miao sat next to Chong Ting, and Lin Yu sat on the other side.

Ten years seems both long and short to a monk. Some do not make any progress at all, while others make rapid progress.

The snow lotus tea was brewed perfectly, without the bitterness of the tea served in restaurants. Su Miao took only one sip before putting down the cup and looking at Chong Ting: "Why did you come out? You shouldn't have come out."

She had a date.