The white clouds are floating, and ten years are just a blink of an eye.

Over the past ten years, Luooushan Village has not changed much. Apart from the more traces of time on the house, there is more wind and frost on people's faces.

"Miss Jiang, why did you come out to do laundry in person! Just let Xiaoling do such a small thing!" A woman with a tiger back and a bear-waisted waist looked at Tingting's narrow-minded Jiang Qingyue with a flattering look on her face, and said with a smile.

Compared with ten years ago, Jiang Qingyue seemed to have no change. Her neck was still white, and her hands were really as slender as a green onion root. Her whole body was still charming. In addition to having a bit of maturity and a little less purity, she seemed to be more charming and charming. However, there seemed to be always a faint sadness between her eyebrows that could not be resolved, making people feel endless pity.

Jiang Qingyue smiled at the woman and said, "Aunt Hu, just a little thing, don't bother Xiaoling anymore, I'll do it myself."

"Miss Jiang, you are precious. If something goes wrong, the mountain master will blame you. We are not able to afford to be guilty!" Aunt Hu said this and shouted loudly: "Xiaoling is really not understanding the rules!"

When Aunt Hu talked about the mountain master, Madam Jiang frowned, and a hint of sorrow appeared in her eyes that were like cutting water.

"Oh, I have something to do, let's go first!" As Aunt Hu spoke, she twisted her butt with a proud butt. She left Jiang Qingyue for a long time before muttering to herself: "Will he care?"

Without Aunt Hu, the surroundings became more and more cold, but Jiang Qingyue didn't care about these things at this time, as if she was in deep thought. After her face turned red, she turned her eyes to the mountain a hundred feet away. I don't know what his half-year retreat would look like?

"Miss Jiang, the leader of the village asked me to find you. Your Xiaotong and her master are here!" A young man in his twenties ran to Jiang Qingyue's side, his eyes dodging.

It’s not that this young man had some ulterior motives, but that he couldn’t help blushing when he saw this woman. Although he knew that he was very different from that of Jiang Niangzi, whenever he thought of her, he would wake up in the middle of the night. He didn’t like her to always talk to him so old-fashionedly. He hoped that she could treat him as a man and get close to him. These words in his heart could not be said, because this is the mountain master’s woman, and he couldn’t touch it!

He had only seen the mountain master from afar once. But one thing he knew: the mountain master must not disobey. Take the majestic second village master Yin Feng Xiushi, who was a majestic in the past few years. Just because of the mountain master's words, he had to marry Aunt Hu, who had a tiger back and a bear waist, as his wife, and soon became bronchitis.

Jiang Qingyue didn't care about the warm gaze that quietly passed by the young man. Xiaotong was back, which made her dim mood instantly become happy. She didn't care about anything else at the moment and quickly ran towards her courtyard.

Jiang Qingyue's home is deep in the village, with a few bamboos, which makes this ordinary home look a little bit out of the world. Although it is only three miles away, when Jiang Qingyue runs into the house, her jade face turns red, giving people a bright and lustful feeling.

At this time, at her home, the four village owners of Luoou Mountain were all standing carefully in the living room, looking respectfully at Zhao Chunli sitting on the Grand Master's chair. Ten years have left no mark on Zhao Chunli's body. She is still dressed so hot, and her jade-like little hands are playing with a small teacup.

"Mom, I miss you so much!" A girl in purple clothes, like a titty swallow that was throwing into the forest, rushed over and plunged into Jiang Qingyue's arms, and said in a low voice. This girl looked seventy percent like Jiang Qingyue, but in terms of size, she was a little higher than Jiang Qingyue and more heroic.

Looking at his daughter who was taller than him, Jiang Qingyue hugged Xiaotong lovingly and said angrily: "How old are you, just like a child, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by your uncles!"

Wang Wu and others looked at the two beauties in front of them hugging each other, their eyes falling down, but in front of Zhao Chunli, they did not dare to keep looking, so they had to pretend to be careless and turn their heads away.

At this time, when Jiang Qingyue said this, he quickly rubbed his hands and said, "That... the child thinks of his mother by nature, it's okay!"

"Get out, let's talk!" Zhao Chunli laughed and scolded, walked down from the Grand Master's chair, and came lightly not far from Jiang Qingyue, looked up and down at Jiang Qingyue, and said with a giggle: "I wonder if you guy is a stone man. With you, a pretty lady, you are willing to let you stay in the boudoir alone!"

Jiang Qingyue's face turned red and she whispered: "Sister, Xiaotong is still here..."

"Xiaotong is not young anymore, is it Xiaotong?" Zhao Chunli became more and more unscrupulous. Xiaotong's face was a little weird. She glanced at Zhao Chunli and called out to the master a little unyieldingly.

The contact over the years has made Jiang Qingyue have a lot of understanding of Zhao Chunli. She knows that although this woman speaks domineeringly, she has not said anything to her and Xiaotong. It is a great blessing for her daughter to be with her disciple. What's more, Zhao Chunli has also given her a lot of things over the years. Not to mention, she can still maintain her appearance ten years ago and has a lot to do with the Hundred Flower Pills given to her by Zhao Chunli.

"Okay, I won't say it anymore. I'm here this time and want to meet that guy. You won't tell me that he is still in seclusion until now, right?" Zhao Chunli looked at Xiaotong with pamperingly, and then changed the topic.

"Mr. Fang has been in seclusion for a year. He said he should not disturb him if there is nothing to do!" Jiang Qingyue said this, and hesitated in his expression: "He has never been in seclusion for such a long time, and he will not..."

Jiang Qingyue didn't dare to say the following words, and Zhao Chunli immediately understood what she meant. He chuckled and said, "You are also concerned about it. This guy's magic is strange. Although he has not yet built a foundation, some methods are stronger than ordinary foundation building. A year of retreat is simply..." Halfway through speaking, Zhao Chunli's face changed!

Xiaotong, who was a little absent-minded by her, couldn't help but tremble. Only Jiang Qingyue seemed to have no feeling. She was listening seriously. When she saw Zhao Chunli shut up and said in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Chunli did not say anything, but walked out of the hall quickly, looked at the mountain peak that was hundreds of feet away opposite him, and said in surprise: "The foundation-building consciousness! This... how is this possible?"

Xiaotong followed Zhao Chunli, and her eyes looked at the hill. Although she only had the eighth level of Qi training, she could already feel the great power emitted from the hill. Xiaotong was not unfamiliar with that mountain. Although she had never been up there, in her memory for 16 or 7 years, the hill was definitely an indelible place. Because that hill was the place where the man was in seclusion.

She remembered that when she was a child, she wanted him to play with her most, but that person was always closed and had no time to accompany her. This made Xiaotong very angry and uncomfortable. Many times, she hated that hill and resented that mountain took him away. Since Zhao Chunli came here by chance to visit that person a few years ago, she was attracted by Zhao Chunli and accepted a disciple. The one she missed the most during her practice was the same hill.

The master said that the man had never built a foundation, and had not even broken through the seventh level of Qi training. His strange methods, especially those red and blue red beetles, gave him the strength to compete with the foundation building. But now, this spiritual sense that obviously surpassed the foundation building came from the hill. Who else could it be except him? The spiritual sense flashed and disappeared. Xiaotong, who was a little nervous, said to Zhao Chunli anxiously: "Master, why don't we go and have a look?"

Zhao Chunli was much calmer than his disciples. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Although I don't know what fellow Taoist Fang is going through, it's not good for him when we go through it now. Let's wait a moment before talking about it."

At this moment, a faint voice came from the mountain: "Fellow Daoist Zhao came from afar, and he was welcomed by mistake. It will take one day for me to be able to achieve the merits. Please forgive me for your sins."

This voice was very peaceful, but it gave people an unquestionable majesty in people's ears. Zhao Chunli chuckled and said, "I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Fang had achieved foundation building. It's so gratifying! Fellow Daoist practices and we will meet again in one day."

The sound did not sound again, which made Jiang Qingyue and Xiaotong feel a little disappointed, but hearing Fang Ling's voice finally made them relieve their hearts. Jiang Qingyue, who had experienced a lot of things, invited Zhao Chunli to the living room again.

"Master, why has Fang Ling cultivated his spiritual consciousness again? Didn't you say that only the foundation-building cultivator can produce spiritual consciousness?" Xiaotong asked in a deep voice without waiting for Zhao Chunli to sit down.

"How can you call your Uncle Fang's name directly?" Jiang Qingyue, who was adding water to Zhao Chunli's tea cup, frowned and scolded softly at her daughter.

Xiaotong rolled her eyes at Jiang Qingyue, then grabbed Zhao Chunli's hand and said, "Master, please tell me!"

"I can't figure out what this fellow Taoist Fang is doing for the time being!" Zhao Chunli touched a long strand of hair falling on her face and said with emotion.

At this time, Fang Ling was not unable to see Zhao Chunli. The moment he put away his spiritual consciousness, Fang Ling had already refined the last trace of gas obtained from the Three Holy Realm in his body into his true essence. At this time, the true essence, which was originally blue, had turned into a light green color, like a clear spring gathering in Fang Ling's dantian.

The peak of foundation building!

Through these ten years of sitting in the gate, Fang Ling not only refined the strange gas into his true essence, but also pushed his cultivation to the peak of foundation building.

Take another step forward and it is the Golden Pill! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!