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Chapter 877 Returning to the old place, fairy tales

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    "Father, how old is Han Xinyuan?"

    "Father, where is my brother?"

    "Father, I want to find my brother!"

    "Father¡­¡­"

    Above the clouds, Han Jue was upset when he heard it, and really wanted to throw this girl away.

    Qingluan'er saw Han Jue's thoughts, and said with a smile: "If you make trouble again, your father will throw you down."

    Han Qing'er smiled proudly: "I'm not afraid, I can fly."

    Han Jue glared at her, but didn't mention Han Tuo, and Han Qing'er's eyes were red with anger.

    Later, Han Jue took his wife and daughter to the fairyland.

    In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

    Han Qing'er has grown into a young girl in the blooming season, wearing a beautiful red dress, her long hair tied behind her head, her brows are full of spirits, and she walks with Qingluan'er together, not like a mother and daughter, but more like sisters.

    Han Jue stood in front of the two women, looking at the sky.

    "Father, where are we going next?" Han Qing'er asked, her eyes full of expectation.

    ?From childhood to adulthood, she has lived a happy life without any worries. She can see new things every day, and she does not need to spend physical energy on the road, which is extremely easy.

    Han Juedao: "This is the last trip to the Mortal Realm. After that, you should leave the Immortal Realm and go home. It will be difficult for you to figure it out in the future. You must practice hard."

    Han Qing'er pursed her lips and said, "Cultivate as long as you practice. I am so talented that I will surprise you when the time comes."

    Over the years, Han Qing'er has also learned about the cultivation situation in the fairy world. After comparison, she found that she is extremely talented, so she also has expectations for cultivation.

    Qing Luan'er smiled and said: "Qing'er's aptitude is really good. I think your brother didn't have your aptitude back then, but even though his aptitude was mediocre, he still resolutely left alone to seek a fairy fate."

    As soon as Han Tuo was mentioned, Han Qing'er became interested and asked, "Mother, what is my elder brother's cultivation level now? Didn't you say that he lived five million years? Is he the Great Luo Jinxian?"

    In the fairy world, there are many creatures who can't break through the god realm after living for five million years, and her mother is also in the god realm. The reason why she thinks Han Tuo is stronger is that she has always been full of expectations for the brother she has never met.  There is even a hint of worship.

    Qingluan'er shook her head and laughed, she glanced at Han Jue, and seeing that Han Jue never wanted to say anything, she had no choice but to say, "Maybe so."

    Han Jue had warned Han Qing'er not to know the realm above a saint, so as not to slack off.

    Qingluan'er can also understand this.

    At least after she knew that Han Jue surpassed the free sage, she felt that it didn't matter whether she practiced or not, since she couldn't catch up with Han Jue anyway.

    As long as she stays by Han Jue's side, she will not be in danger, nor will she cause trouble for Han Jue.

    Han Qing'er pursed her lips and said, "If you can't see the eldest brother, then see the second brother. Father, can we go and see the second brother before we go home, he may have been born."

    Han Juetou did not return: "Of course I have to go back and have a look, but your second brother was born too early."

    "Why haven't you been born for so long? Could it be that the aunt is not a human, but a demon?"

    "Of course not, it's just that your second brother is talented."

    "High talent?"

    Han Qing'er's eyes lit up.

    Han Jue snorted, "Don't ask."

    He waved the sleeve of his right hand, and immediately after, the three of them came to Shake Realm.

    Xiafang is the eighteen peaks of Yuqing Shengzong at the beginning, but the mountain landscape has changed long ago.

    Han Qinger asked curiously: "What is this place? Why is there no one?"

    Qing Luan'er also looked at Han Jue in confusion.

    Han Juedao: "This is the place where your father was born."

    Hearing this, both Qingluan'er and Han Qing'er became interested.

    The three landed on the ground, Han Jue walked in front, and his thoughts went back to five million years ago.

    Qing Luan'er and Han Qing'er looked around, but they didn't bother Han Jue.

    Han Jue came to a cliff, looking at the mountains, the grand appearance of the Yuqing Sacred Sect in the past appeared in front of him, and there were endless streams of disciples criss-crossing the mountains. Han Jue thought of Tie Lao, Li Qingzi, and  Jiuding real person.

    Everything has become a thing of the past, and the old man has already been reincarnated.

    "Father, there are people on the opposite mountain!"

    Han Qinger suddenly pointed to the front and exclaimed.

    Following her gaze, a person was cutting trees in the opposite mountain forest.

    It is indeed strange that there is no one inhabited for thousands of miles, but it does not attract Han Jue's attention.

    Han Qing'er turned his eyeballs, jumped up and flew to the opposite mountain forest.

      Qingluan'er didn't stop him either, the woodcutter didn't have any cultivation, even if he was a bad guy, he couldn't hurt his daughter.

    Han Qing'er fell behind the woodcutter, heyed, the woodcutter trembled in fright, turned around, staggered, and then fell to the ground, the ax in his hand fell off, and accidentally cut his palm, blood spilled instantly  .

    The woodcutter frowned in pain.

    Han Qing'er panicked: "Sorry"

    She noticed that the woodcutter was also young, looking to be in his early twenties.

    The woodcutter picked up the ax and asked vigilantly, "Who are you? A monster?"

    She looks so beautiful and is dressed in red, she is definitely a banshee!

    The woodcutter turned pale and sweated profusely.

    Monsters want to eat people!

    Han Qing'er curled her lips and said, "I'm not a monster, I'm a fairy!"

    With a wave of her right hand, the wound on the woodcutter's palm healed instantly.

    The woodcutter got up and ran.

    Han Qing'er raised his hand and moved him back with spiritual power.

    "Why are you running? I'm really not a monster. I came to you to ask why you're the only one around?" Han Qing'er said angrily.

    The woodcutter said tremblingly, "I live nearby, and there really is no one else."

    Han Qing'er asked in surprise, "You are so timid, how dare you live here alone?"

    The woodcutter gritted his teeth and did not answer.

    He began to rack his brains to think of a way, how to get out?

    "Why did you come here?" Han Qing'er asked.

    She added: "If you answer truthfully, I will not make things difficult for you, and I can still teach you the way of cultivating immortals."

    Hearing this, the woodcutter's eyes lit up.

    He quickly said: "It is rumored that this place has the inheritance left by the immortals. Every thousand years, someone will get the immortal's exercises from here, and then they will become famous all over the world. I just wanted to try it. I have been here for more than half a year, but I have not found it."

    "Then why are you cutting down trees?"

    "Lite a fire, there are many wild animals at night, without fire, I will die."

    "oh."

    Han Qing'er saw a real mortal for the first time, was full of interest, and began to ask various questions.

    The woodcutter knows everything.

    Han Qing'er also took advantage of the opportunity to learn about his origin.

    The woodcutter's village was slaughtered by the demon cultivator, and all of them were refined into mummies. He escaped by chance. He always wanted revenge. Since he was ten years old, he has been looking for immortal fate everywhere. However, he has no spiritual root qualifications, and all sects will not accept him.  , he can only pursue the illusory legends of immortals.

    After hearing this, Han Qing'er couldn't bear it. Just thinking about it from the perspective of a woodcutter, she felt desperate.

    "How about I help you get revenge?" Han Qing'er asked.

    The woodcutter's eyes lit up, then he shook his head and said, "No, I want to avenge myself, you should teach me the way of cultivation."

    Han Qing'er showed a helpless look, spread his hands and said: "Actually, I don't know how to practice, but I can ask my father."

    After living for such a long time, she has not practiced seriously, relying on natural instinct.

    The woodcutter immediately knelt down, kowtowed to Han Qing'er, and said, "Thank you fairy! As long as your father is willing to teach me the method of cultivation, I will be a slave forever and serve you!"

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