In the secret room, Chu Ling'er, who was meditating and practicing, felt something. Her slender eyelashes trembled for a moment, and then she opened her eyes. A look of joy suddenly appeared on her beautiful face. The woman immediately stopped her work and pushed open the stone gate and ran out.

In the outer hall, Xu Zhao held his snow-white cheeks with one hand and a slightly yellowed paper ancient book in the other, as if he was studying some secret technique. The woman was half lying on the stone table, her eyes were hazy, her curves were moving, and she exuded a lazy beauty of a mature woman.

"What's wrong?" Xu Zhao sat upright, put down the ancient books, and asked Chu Ling'er with doubts.

"Second Master, it's Master who is back!" Chu Ling'er spoke happily, with a happy smile on her face.

Xu Zhao was stunned for a moment, then he realized, and said, "Are you talking about Fellow Daoist? It's impossible, there is no figure of him within a thousand feet..."

Before the woman could finish her sentence, a man's voice suddenly echoed in the stone hall.

"Ling'er's sense is not wrong, I'm back."

The void nearby fluctuated, and the next moment, Du Fan appeared in front of the two women with a smile on his face.

"Master, it's really you!" Chu Ling'er cried with joy, ran over and hugged Du Fan, as if she was unwilling to let go if she died.

"I'm so old, why are you still like when I was a child? I'm not afraid of your second master laughing!" Although Du Fan said this, his eyes were full of doting. He gently rubbed the girl's hair, everything was the same as before.

Seeing the warm scene of the master and disciple meeting again, Xu Zhao was half happy and half shocked. Whether Chu Ling'er sensed Du Fan's existence or Du Fan got rid of his spiritual consciousness and ignored the sudden appearance of the cave array, it was incredible for her. However, thinking of her beloved disciple's special physique and the various extraordinary aspects of this fellow Daoist Du, she quickly felt relieved.

"Fellow Daoist Du, it's great that you can come back safely. Not long ago, I took Ling'er to the shelter and got some negative news about you. Ling'er was very worried about you and was depressed all day long. Comforting this girl has become something I have to do every day. She is too afraid of the feeling of losing her relatives. No wonder this girl is like this now." Xu Zhao sighed lightly and looked at Du Fan and said.

"Fairy Xu, you have taken good care of Ling'er over the years. Du thanked me here."

"Fellow Daoist Du doesn't have to say that. Ling'er is also my apprentice. Taking care of her is my duty." Xu Zhao smiled, and then asked with a hint of worry, "What's the situation on the front line? Is it very serious?"

"It was very serious, and the terror of that monster was beyond imagination. We were almost wiped out. However, at the critical moment, reinforcements arrived, and now the evil beast has been completely eradicated." Du Fan said lightly. Although there was no false words, the words were moved and taken out of context, making people mistakenly believe that the solution to the disaster was caused by the reinforcements turning the tide, which also avoided all kinds of troubles.

"That's great." Xu Zhao's face relaxed, and then he said in a small but pious voice: "As long as the Holy Island is here, the Bitian Continent will enjoy peace forever!"

"Holy Island..." Du Fan's eyes flashed and he asked, "Fairy Xu, how much do you know about Holy Island?"

In the past, Du Fan knew too little and didn't even know the existence of the Holy Island, so he didn't dare to speak rashly about such issues. Now it's different. Not long ago, most of the people he saw were from the Holy Island, and soon, most of them would have to interfere with the other party. He had to master as much information about the Holy Island as possible.

Perhaps because Du Fan came from the outer sea, Xu Zhao was not confused about this question.

She was silent for a moment and said, "The Holy Island is a place and a kind of faith. Before I embarked on the road of cultivation, my master told me that the Holy Island is the patron saint of our Bitian Continent. As long as the Holy Island is there, the sky of the Bitian Continent will not collapse.

The Holy Island is like a mirage, illusory and vague, but it is real. It is said that the people living there are all talented and stunning, and they are destined to be extraordinary when they are born.

The people of the Holy Island are far away from the world, do not care about the world, nor do they live in the world. However, whenever the continent of Bitian encounters disaster, they will come immediately, clear the disaster for us, and leave with a light wind and clouds..."

Xu Zhao walked out of the cave and looked into the West from afar. He felt longing and pious, and his mouth opened and closed, slowly speaking.

At the beginning, Du Fan listened very seriously, but when he arrived, he rolled his eyes. After talking about it, the girl roughly meant: how extraordinary the Holy Island was, how powerful the people living there were, and that they always did not ask for anything in return to cover the continent of the sky, and did good deeds without leaving a name...

But where is the Holy Island? How many people are there on the island? Is the nature of this force sect or family? Why has the Cloudy Continent been protected? What kind of terrifying realm has the highest cultivation level reached by the Holy Island? Are all cultivators or people with other cultivation systems? Is the Holy Island related to the two islands of Life and Death?

This woman didn't know any of these key points...

...

Half a month later, Chu Ling'er began to retreat, preparing to accumulate cultivation to a certain extent, and then attack the middle stage of foundation building in one fell swoop.

On the second day of Chu Ling'er's retreat, Xu Zhao also went into seclusion, mainly intending to practice an ancient secret technique that he had been studying for many years to a small achievement. On this basis, depending on the situation, decide whether it is necessary to re-sacrifice his quasi-quality magic weapon.

Du Fan did not rush to practice, but stayed in the medicine and spirit garden all day long, planting flowers and grass, cultivating groups of animals, and experimenting continuously. He always held a talisman smoke in his mouth, swallowing clouds and spitting mist and polluting the air. Sometimes when he was free, he would take out a guitar and sing two songs. His life was quite comfortable. If it weren't for the protection of Chu Ling'er and Xu Zhao, he would have gone out for a long time.

As for the two top major issues of the human body secret realm and the holy island, he deliberately ignored it. The main reason is that it is useless to think too much. He cannot decide how the holy island is. What should come will always come. The human body secret realm cannot be broken through in a short time. After fighting for so many years, it has no result, which shows that some things cannot be solved by hard work.

Half a year later, Xu Zhao achieved some success in his martial arts and successfully left the seclusion, and immediately found Du Fan.

The two sat opposite each other, holding talisman cigarettes in their mouths, making the entire stone hall smoky.

Xu Zhao came here mainly to ask Du Fan for advice on how to refine weapons. That night, the woman returned to her cave and prepared for the second retreat.

Before parting, Du Fan took the initiative to send out a batch of rare materials, which made the woman very happy and was full of confidence in the next refining.

Chu Ling'er never left the seclusion until two months later, the mysterious monks who had met Du Fan came to Baishui Village. The leader was still the middle-stage man in Tai Chi clothes and purple gold crowns.
Chapter completed!