September 15th.

In a blink of an eye, Hua Qingcheng and his group had been in Xuanyi Valley for eleven or twelve days.

Kang Fulai can already speak and walk normally, and Feng Lingyan's legs and feet are also recovering day by day, so Hua Qingcheng put the matter of returning to Huaqiao Village on the agenda.

"Achen, I have been away from home for more than 20 days. I'm sure mom and dad must be worried about me. If you want to stay in Xuanyi Valley for a few more days, you can come back to Huaqiao Village later. It's only a two-day journey anyway." In Han Yichen's room in Xuanbao Pavilion, Hua Qingcheng looked at him with a little apology.

"Xiao Qingcheng, naturally, wherever you are, that is my home."

Han Yichen tapped Hua Qingcheng's nose, then sat her down in front of the dressing table and combed her hair and drew her eyebrows.

"Achen, your skills are really amazing. If you open a beauty salon, I'm afraid the store's threshold will be demolished by those young masters and wealthy men." Hua Qingcheng looked at herself in the mirror, looking radiant, and teased Han Yichen.

"Of course. Don't you see who my master is?" Han Yichen raised the corners of his lips, raised his chin slightly, and looked proud and arrogant.

"By the way, Achen, you have four masters. Apart from the second master's excellent medical skills and the fourth master's ability to maintain youth, why have I never seen you use the skills of your eldest master and third master?" Hua Qingcheng asked in confusion.

"I... I have a cleanliness disease. So I don't want to learn the art of earth escape. I learned swordsmanship from my third master. As for the great master, he is busy researching delicacies that can contribute to mankind, so he has no time to teach me." Thinking of the great master Xuantian who had great abilities, Han Yichen showed admiration on his face.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

Good job!

What research can contribute to human cuisine?

It is obvious that Zuo Qinglong is greedy and lazy. How dare he only bear the title of a master but not teach any skills to her Sanlang?

Hua Qingcheng once again despised the slug in her childhood memory in her heart.

After the two of them had washed up, Hua Qingcheng went to the dining hall to have breakfast with Feng Lingyan, her husbands, Yang Aoxue, Long Yitian and others.

"Miss Qingcheng, the Great Elder invites you to the Sanqing Temple in the back mountain for a chat."

Hua Qingcheng had just finished breakfast when Xiao Lengyu came to the dining hall to pass on a message for Xuantian.

"Okay, go tell him I'll be there in a minute."

Hua Qingcheng agreed and told Xiao Lengyu to go back and report. Since they were going back to Huaqiao Village, it would be a good idea to say goodbye to the villagers before leaving.

"Sister Hua, Young Master Han, all good things must come to an end. A-Long and I have been bothering you here for many days, and it's time to leave." Yang Aoxue clasped his fists and bowed to the two of them.

"Okay. Sister Yang, if you are free, you can come to Huaqiao Village to reminisce with me at any time." Hua Qingcheng also bowed to Yang Aoxue.

Although Yang Aoxue was somewhat aloof and did things according to his own preferences, being a person who could be both good and evil, he was also upright. Hua Qingcheng admired Yang Aoxue very much and was happy to have such a friend.

"It's a deal."

Yang Aoxue and Hua Qingcheng smiled at each other.

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"Young Master Han, may I please move aside and talk?"

When Hua Qingcheng left Xuanbao Pavilion to find Zuo Qinglong at Sanqing Temple in the back mountain of Xuanyi Valley, Long Yitian also asked Han Yichen to meet him in the snow where they had previously fought sword fights.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Han Yichen in red and Long Yitian in white stood facing each other in the snow. One was unrestrained and fiery, while the other was cold and aloof. The two formed a sharp contrast, but there was also an indescribable sense of harmony.

"I... am leaving." Long Yitian looked at Han Yichen with some reluctance.

"I know. Your wife has already told my young wife. I'm not deaf, so I can hear it." Han Yichen smiled self-deprecatingly.

Han Yichen, who had never known the love of a mother or father since childhood, once longed for it, but now... he no longer needed it. He would give all the love he lacked to his future little Qingqing and little Xiaochen.

"I'm sorry~"

Long Yitian narrowed his eyes slightly and suppressed a hint of pain.

"You... don't have to be like this. You don't owe me anything. After all, you never knew I existed, right?"

Although Han Yichen was a little disgusted with the relationship between Long Yitian and Yang Aoxue, he also knew that it was not Long Yitian's fault. On the contrary, it was his irresponsible mother who harmed Long Yitian and Yang Aoxue.

"Achen, you're a good kid. You deserve a bright and sunny life. You...don't need to worry about the things of the previous generation."

Although Long Yitian could not say that he forgave Han Shuying, he did not want his son to live in pain.

"You talk too much nonsense. I know I'm the best, otherwise my wife wouldn't love me so much."

Han Yichen turned his head slightly to the side, not exposing his slightly red eyes to Long Yitian.

"Yes, you are indeed the best." Yitian smiled slightly and walked forward to hug Han Yichen.

"Achen, your temperament isn't suitable for practicing the Ancient Tomb School's 'Sweetheart Sutra,' but the Ancient Tomb School's Qinggong is still quite good in today's martial arts world. Here's a copy of the Ancient Tomb School's internal energy and Qinggong secret manual, which I'll pass on to you now."

Long Yitian released his hug on Han Yichen, and then he took out two martial arts manuals from his sleeves and stuffed them into Han Yichen's arms.

"Time is limited, so you can study it slowly when you return. I will first tell you the things you should pay attention to when practicing the Tomb School's martial arts, as well as the introductory internal skills..."

Long Yitian was earnestly teaching Han Yichen the martial arts that were suitable for him to practice, just as a way to leave some memories for this eldest son who had suddenly appeared before he left.

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"Tell me! What do you want from me?"

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