The farce ended with Yin Buqi grabbing Zhao Anming's head and throwing him off the long stairs covered with petals.

If Jiang Niannian hadn't stopped him, Yin Buqi might have picked Zhao Anming's head off his neck like picking a flower.

…

Yin Ci went to Erzhu Peak.

Inside the bedroom, behind the pearl curtain, a delicate woman was sitting there, looking at the embroidery and wiping her tears with a handkerchief.

Yin Ci walked in and bowed: "Mom, I'm back."

The woman was Yin Ruoxu's wife, Yin Ci's mother, and her name was Liu Qinglan.

The clear Wei River shines on the red makeup, and the tender mist nourishes the green beauty.

The name really suits the person.

She is gentle and virtuous, not very well-educated, and is the kind of woman who doesn't care about what's going on outside.

Her marriage to Yin Ruoxu was only for the sake of peace between the two tribes, and there was no emotional connection between them, so she didn't care much about her son Yin Ci.

Yin Ci grew up on Qinggu Peak since he was a child. He had good food and clothes, and was served by a group of people. So she rarely visited him. But now that her husband was gone, she felt empty in her heart. Seeing her son come back, she was somewhat happy. "Ci'er is back. Come quickly, let me see you."

Yin Ci walked over somewhat uncomfortably, as if he was not used to Liu Qinglan's sudden enthusiasm towards him.

"Mom, I have neglected you these years. In the blink of an eye, you have grown up so big..."

"mother……"

"You haven't eaten yet, right? The kitchen just happened to make your favorite lotus root starch and osmanthus sugar cake today. I'll ask someone to bring some to you."

Mother and son sat at the table.

As Yin Ci was eating the sugar cake, he vaguely recalled that when his father was still alive, if he wanted to go back to Erzhu Peak, he would send a message in advance, and his father would be waiting for him at the gate of Erzhu Peak, holding a sugar cake with lotus root powder and osmanthus wrapped in oil paper.

At that time, he just thought his father was doing too much. If he wanted to eat candy, he could just tell his followers.

The cake was not only sticky and deformed after being wrapped in oil paper, but also tasted a bit bad. Every time he took a few bites, he would frown and secretly throw it into the haystack by the roadside.

He didn't want to think about it anymore and ate bite by bite.

But the memories would not let him go. At this moment, he recalled every detail of their past interactions more clearly than ever before.

With a slight tremor of his fingertips, the lotus root powder stained his cheek and a tear fell.

The person who was waiting for him in front of the mountain gate is no longer here. No matter how delicious the lotus root powder and osmanthus sugar cake is, it no longer tastes the same as before.

Liu Qinglan shook her head and smiled, wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and chatted with him about family matters. As she was talking, she glanced at the little black ball with round eyes outside the hall, "What is this..."

Seeing her looking over, the little black ball ran in with its chubby butt twisted and its tail wagging: "Awoo! Awoo!"

Yin Ci swallowed the sugar cake in his mouth and looked at it: "Meiqiu, why are you here?"

Coal Ball pulled at his trouser legs: "Awooo!" Come and find a spouse!

Liu Qinglan clapped his hands and suddenly realized: "I was wondering why this little thing looked so familiar. Ci'er, you loved it when you were a child. You always slept with it in your arms!"

Yin Ci stood up suddenly: "Mom, what are you talking about!"

"Why are you talking nonsense?" Liu Qinglan picked up the coal ball and said, "It's normal that you don't remember it. You were less than one year old at that time..."

It turned out that when Yin Ci was a few months old, Yin Ruoxu brought back a little beast of unknown species.

Yin Ci likes him very much. He wants to be held when eating and sleeping, but he will whimper and get angry if someone touches him.

Yin Ruoxu felt that it would delay his cultivation, so he threw the little beast down the mountain from the stairs in front of him.

Yin Ci kept crying. He was obviously just a little baby, but he cried so heartbreakingly that no one could comfort him. He had a high fever for several days and was probably confused from the fever. When he woke up, he had forgotten about the incident.

It's not about lust, but about meeting an old friend.

Liu Qinglan said: "After all these years, it hasn't changed at all. This little thing is blessed with a long life. It's the same one as before!"

"Awoo..." No wonder Qiuqiu feels a sense of closeness to his spouse.

My spouse and Qiuqiu are indeed a perfect match made in heaven!

Thinking of this, it jumped onto Yin Ci, hugged his face with its two paws, and pouting its round mouth.

Yin Ci retreated tactically, startled, and almost dropped the bowl to the ground. He thrust the bowl towards her: "You, you, you, eat something."

When Meiqiu saw the food, his attention was finally distracted and he stopped making noise.

It picked up a piece of cake with its claws, put it in its mouth and started to chew it with relish.

"It sticks to you just as it did back then." Liu Qinglan joked.

"Mom!" Yin Ci was so angry that he ran out.

Seeing this, Liu Qinglan patted Meiqiu's butt and said, "Ci'er has escaped, go chase him."

…

Jiang Niannian and Yin Buqi lived in Qinggu Peak for a while, and their days were extremely peaceful.

Wen Shili lives in Qinggu Peak. The outer disciples are all very well-behaved. Apart from practicing sword skills and practicing martial arts every day, they gather together to eat and drink.

Jiang Niannian would occasionally hear the disciples mention that the outside world was in chaos, saying that the other three major immortal sects were arguing fiercely for the precious land for cultivation and resources, and the air was filled with smoke and miasma.

Yin Buqi used the power of the spiritual spring to heal his injuries every day.

Jiang Niannian began to practice the mental method given to her by Shen Yu. At first, she just clumsily concentrated the spiritual power with the attribute of wood spiritual root in her palm as much as possible, and gently caressed his wounds with extremely faint wood energy. After a long time, she could sense the wood spiritual energy around her body and control it flexibly.

There are many man-made constant-temperature hot spring pools on the hillside of Qinggu Peak, and each pool is separated by layers of rockery.

Fairy mist is lingering, and the bottom of the pool is paved with soft jade, which is extremely elegant.

In April, the warm spring water makes your bones go soft as soon as it touches your skin. You will lie down lazily, wanting to soak away all your fatigue.

Jiang Niannian went into the water, leaned against the wall of the pool, crossed her knees, and began to meditate.

Soon, faint blue dots of light gathered together and slowly seeped into the body.

Jiang Niannian has tried this situation several times. Every time she felt that she was about to break through a barrier, the green spiritual power would disperse like a spring and return to heaven and earth.

Just when she failed again and was about to recuperate, a strong wood spiritual energy suddenly penetrated into her body!

The surrounding spring water formed a huge vortex with her as the center. In an instant, her mind became clear and her whole body was glowing with a faint fluorescent light.

She immersed her mind, sensing the wood spirit around her, and felt something in her heart, as if she was about to advance.

An hour later, a sense of abundant power permeated the whole body, and he had entered the God Transformation Stage from the Yuan Infant Stage!

Before Jiang Niannian could feel happy, she heard a sound of slow footsteps. She wanted to release the vine branches to find out who was coming, but unexpectedly the person's cultivation was too high and he suppressed her. In a blink of an eye, he came to the edge of the hot spring pool.

"Nian Nian, it's me."

He is good-looking, with black hair, red eyes, and a great figure. He has a kind of seductive aura that seems neither righteous nor evil, and is extremely charming.

Who else could it be if not Yin Buqi?

Jiang Niannian glared at him and sank into the water, "I hung a wooden sign!"

He was wearing a robe loosely, and he casually pulled it off and threw it aside. He was only wearing a pair of underpants, and he smiled happily, "I came in because I saw the sign that Nian Nian hung."

Jiang Niannian blushed with shame and tried to leave, but her wrist was grasped tightly and pulled into the arms of a strong and thin person.

A blush appeared on her snow-white cheeks, and her angry look made him even more happy.

Then, he laughed from deep in his throat: "Nian Nian's cultivation has become even higher."

These words were profound and burning. Jiang Niannian subconsciously wanted to escape, but she couldn't.

"Niannian, my injury has healed. Is it time to fulfill my promise?"

She didn't say anything and he wasn't in a hurry either. He just stayed there, rubbing and kissing her neck.

"It's a good thing to have a high level of cultivation." He bit her lips and said softly, "Only then can you enjoy yourself..."