After dinner, seeing that Bingchen was impatient and just taking a short rest, Ling Xuan pulled him and flew out.

"Brother Hao, I plan to let Xuan'er and Chen'er get married next year." Chen Yuan said as he looked at Bing Chen and Bing Chen who gradually disappeared from sight.

puff!

Squirting out a mouthful of tea, Ling Hao looked at Chen Yuan in bewilderment. After a while, he said: "Why are we old guys interfering in the affairs of their young people? I said you are full and have nothing to do."

"Um?"

Chen Yuan glanced at Ling Hao with a faint look, and he quickly shrank his neck in fear.

"Well, what I mean is, it's better to let things take their own course. What if Xuan'er and Chen'er just have a simple brother-sister relationship and don't have that meaning, wouldn't it be embarrassing?" Ling Hao said in a weak voice.

"There's no need for you to worry. You can still hide what Xuan'er is thinking from me. Besides..." Speaking of this, Chen Yuan's eyes showed a little worry, and his expression became a little complicated.

"Chen'er cannot cultivate immortality. Mortal life is short and cannot afford to wait."

"You, you, you, you, are you still Xuan'er's biological mother?"

"What? Do you have any opinions?" Chen Yuan said with a faint look.

Ling Hao quickly waved his hand and said: "No, no objection, Yuan'er has thought deeply about it, and I support it with both hands."

About half an hour later, Bing Chen and Ling Xuan arrived at a quaint-looking house. Looking at this familiar scene, Bing Chen lost consciousness for a while, with a hint of longing in his eyes, as well as a hint of loss and loneliness.

Gently holding Bingchen's arm, Ling Xuan said in a gentle tone: "It's all Xuan'er's fault. She has been practicing with the master in the past few years and failed to take good care of her brother. Xuan'er promises that she will always be by her brother's side in the future and will not let her go.

Be wronged."

After smoothing Ling Xuan's hair, Bing Chen's eyes showed a hint of softness.

"Silly girl, it's important to practice on your own. Besides, I am also a monk now. Who can make me feel wronged?"

Ling Xuan glared at Bing Chen and thought to herself, "Why don't you understand what I meant?"

"Okay, first take me to get the things left by Aunt Bing."

Ling Xuan nodded slightly, pulled Bing Chen and walked towards one of the bedrooms, which was Aunt Bing's boudoir.

Going straight to a mural in the room, Ling Xuan said, "That's it."

"This mural?"

Bingchen's eyes showed some confusion.

This mural is very familiar to Bing Chen. It was painted by Aunt Bing herself. In the painting, a woman looks like a fairy standing on the top of a snow mountain, with a flute and a sword in her hands, staring into the distance, as if she is about to ride the wind away.

"That's right, hehe, brother, can't you see the mystery behind it?"

Gently touching the mural, staring at the woman in the painting, Bing Chen's eyes once again showed a little longing.

"Hey, the traces of the formation seem to be a level four formation."

Lan Youmeng's voice rang in Bingchen's mind, and immediately, a ray of red light flashed, and his figure appeared next to Bingchen. Looking at the mural in front of him, his eyes showed a little interest.

"who!"

Ling Xuan shouted coldly and subconsciously took a step back. The long sword in her hand immediately unsheathed and pointed directly at Lan Youmeng's heart.

"Xuan'er stop!" Bingchen quickly turned around and said.

"Don't worry, we're on our own."

He gently opened the tip of the sword and cast a reassuring look at Ling Xuan.

"Brother, who is she?"

After a moment of calmness and hesitation, Ling Xuan retracted her sword, but her eyes were fixed on Lan Youmeng.

"Oh, you have nice eyes." Lan Youmeng turned around slowly and joked.

Stunning, charming, stunning!

When she saw Lan Youmeng's face for the first time, Ling Xuan, who was already a beautiful woman, was slightly distracted, but she quickly came back to her senses and her eyes regained the coldness before.

"Well, the concentration is not bad either." Lan Youmeng said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Ling Xuanhan said coldly.

"I am the goddess of your brother's dreams." Lan Youmeng said with a slight curl of the corners of her mouth.

"Master, don't make trouble." Bing Chen quickly interrupted.

Lan Youmeng glared at Bingchen, and then said to Ling Xuan, "What, are you jealous?"

Looking at Bing Chen, he saw him nodding slightly, the coldness in his eyes disappeared, and then he bowed slightly to Lan Youmeng and said, "Ling Xuan pays homage to senior."

His tone was neither cold nor hot, but in fact, there was an inexplicable sourness in his heart. This was a feeling he had never felt before when he pushed Bing Chen to Shen Yiyan with his own hands.

"Tch, it's boring, but little girl, you are really jealous." Lan Youmeng joked.

After her inner thoughts were seen through, Ling Xuan immediately blushed and quickly lowered her head.

Turning around, Lan Youmeng stared at the mural again. A faint light flashed in her eyes, and after a moment she said: "The fourth-level concealment formation, there seems to be a killing formation hidden in it. Hey, it seems It’s still a chain formation.”

Her beautiful eyes looked around, and finally her eyes were fixed on a fragrant bed. An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said: "It's not bad. There are four levels of killing formations, four levels of trapping formations, and a defensive formation. And this formation There are even two eyes, one is the mural, and the other is on the bed."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, with this arrangement, if some sea-opening cultivators accidentally break in, they will have a good drink. I am a little interested. What did Aunt Bing in your mouth give to our little Chen'er? What good things were left behind?”

Hearing this, Ling Xuan was immediately startled, her eyes a little solemn and a little unbelievable.

Turning around, Lan Youmeng looked at Ling Xuan and said, "Little girl, start the formation."

With some hesitation in his eyes, Ling Xuan looked at Bing Chen to ask.

"Don't worry, Master treats me with great kindness and won't do anything bad to me."

Ling Xuan nodded slightly, then stepped forward and pulled out the long sword in her hand. As her spiritual power circulated, a chill swept over her, and the surrounding air condensed with ice crystals at a speed visible to the naked eye. The long sword gave off a faint light, floating in the air. In front of the mural.

"Brother, I need a drop of your blood."

Without hesitation, Bing Chen pointed his finger, and a drop of blood was wrapped in spiritual power and flew to Ling Xuan.

"go!"

Following Ling Xuan's vomiting, the drop of blood and the long sword flew towards the mural, and finally disappeared into it.

At the same time, a faint light suddenly emitted from the mural, and what surprised Bing Chen and Ling Xuan even more was that the woman in the painting actually turned around and looked at Bing Chen, who was looking excited.

"Aunt Bing!"

The familiar face and familiar eyes made Bing Chen couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

The woman in the painting has soft eyes and a playful smile on her face. Her red lips move slightly, as if she is saying: "Xiao Chen'er!"

Plop!

Bingchen knelt on the ground with a bang, the excitement in his heart was beyond words, and he kept muttering: "Aunt Bing, Aunt Bing!"

It was at this time that a glimmer of light suddenly flew out of the painting and floated in front of Bing Chen. Immediately afterwards, Ling Xuan's long sword also flew out, and the mural returned to normal.

"Get up, it's just a ray of spiritual thought, look how excited you are." Lan Youmeng said softly. Although she said this, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Master, Aunt Bing?" Bing Chen asked eagerly.

"I told you, this is just a wisp of her spiritual thoughts. After cultivating the soul, a monk can separate his spiritual thoughts. However, you can integrate your own spiritual thoughts into the formation. Your Aunt Bing's formation skills are pretty good.

"

A hint of disappointment appeared in Bing Chen's eyes. He thought he could get some news about Aunt Bing, but...

"Let's see what good stuff is in this ring."

Like a treasure, Bing Chen gently held the ring floating in front of him in his hands, and Bing Chen looked at Lan Youmeng with doubts in his eyes.

"You don't know how to use the space ring?"

"Concentrate your thoughts and use your spiritual power to take out the things inside." Lan Youmeng said.

Bingchen complied with the law, and the next moment, a jade flute and two jade pieces appeared in front of Bingchen.

"Ice Jade Xiao!"

Bing Chen and Ling Xuan exclaimed at the same time.

"Aunt Bing's ice jade flute!"

Bing Chen took the Bing Jade Flute in his hand and rubbed it gently as if he had found a treasure. He was very familiar with this jade flute. He had grown up listening to Aunt Bing playing it since he was a child. Once upon a time, he had also used it to play secretly.

I tried it a few times, but every time I couldn't even blow it even with my little face turning red.

However, at this time, Ling Xuan's eyes were cast on Aunt Bing's self-portrait in the mural, and she exclaimed: "One Xiao and One Sword, brother, what Aunt Bing is holding in her hand is the Bing Jade Xiao and the Ning Jing she gave me."

Frost sword! Aunt Bing left her two magic weapons to us!"

As Ling Xuan said, Bingchen had already thought of this when he saw Bing Yuxiao again. But at the same time, a little worry also appeared in Bingchen's heart.

"Hey, what kind of treasure did I think it was? It turns out it's just a middle-grade earth-level magic weapon, but it's not bad. At least it's barely enough for you, Chen'er, before you reach the sea-opening realm."

Immediately, Lan Youmeng made a slight move with her jade hand, and two jade pieces fell into her hand. She took one of them and looked at it, and an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"The formation layout of this house, Xiao Chen'er, your Aunt Bing has worked so hard for you. Just now, I underestimated the formation layout here. The entire house is an iron wall for monks below the True Yuan realm.

Even if ordinary True Yuan realm monks come, they will have to spend a lot of effort to break through. If you had been hiding here, no matter how many people could harm you, you would not end up almost committing suicide on that mountain top." Lan You.

Meng joked.

"Brother, you?" Ling Xuan was surprised and asked quickly.

Bingchen looked embarrassed and looked flattering on Lan Youmeng, wanting her to shut up quickly.

"You still want to hide it from me? Tell me, brother, what happened in the past few months!" Ling Xuan said with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Um, this..."

However, at this moment, a chill suddenly swept across, and Ling Lie's murderous intent made Bing Chen and Ling Xuan shiver immediately. Ling Xuan's body went limp and she almost fell to her knees.

Subconsciously, he looked at Lan Youmeng and found that she was staring at the jade slip in her hand with a frosty look on her face, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Bingchen's heart sank, and his face showed a bit of solemnity, but he still bravely called out softly: "Master!"

However, Lan Youmeng did not pay attention immediately, but after a few breaths, she looked at him coldly. A faint light flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Xiao Chen'er, your Aunt Bing really left you some trouble."
Chapter completed!