At this time, a small figure ran over from the sidelines, wearing a small pink skirt.
Her name is Bi Xiaoxiao, the daughter of Ling Yuan and Bibi Xi. She is three and a half years old this year.
She ran up to Qian Renxue and raised her little face, "Sister is so strong!"
Qian Renxue smiled and bent down to pick her up.
Bi Xiaoxiao hugged her neck and rubbed his little face against hers.
"Sister, that move you just made was so powerful, can you teach me?"
Qian Renxue carried her to a chair on the sidelines and sat down, putting her on his lap.
"Xiao Xiao Want to learn swordsmanship?"
Bi Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, "Yes! I want to be as powerful as my sister!"
Qian Renxue reached out and pinched her little face.
In the past four years, her parents have not been around, but this little guy has made her life more colorful.
He comes here every day to tell her stories, teach her how to draw, and play with her.
Sometimes Qian Renxue feels that it is not her who is taking care of her cousin, but her cousin who is accompanying her.
She never doubted that her parents had died.
Qian Xunji is the genius of Level 98 Titled Douluo, and Bibi Dong is Twin Martial Souls. They won't get into trouble so easily.
Judging from the information obtained by the Spirit Hall, they went to Star Dou Forest, then to Sunset Forest, and then to Slaughter City, and finally lost the information.
But she believes they will come back.
Qian Renxue put Bi Xiaoxiao on the ground, took out a small Wooden Sword from the weapon rack next to it, and handed it to her.
"Come on, sister, I'll teach you. Stand firm first, with your feet shoulder-width apart and your knees slightly bent."
Bi Xiaoxiao imitated her look, doing a horse stance with her skirt stretched on her knees, which looked a bit funny.
Qian Renxue held back his laughter, walked up behind her, held her little hand holding the sword, and led her to make a sword-cleaving motion.
"The arms should be straight and the wrists should be stretched, not the shoulders."
Bi Xiaoxiao nodded, with a serious expression on his face as if he was doing something important.
Qian Renxue let go of her hand, took a step back, and watched her practice by herself.
The little girl slashed the sword over and over again, her movements gradually changing from jerky to smooth. The beads of sweat on her forehead fell one by one, but she did not complain of being tired.
Qian Renxue leaned on the chair, watching the setting sun dye Training Ground into golden red, watching Bi Xiaoxiao's little figure swinging his sword in the light.
She raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance.
It's been four years, Mom and Dad, when will you come back?
After practicing for a while, when Ling Yuan walked into Training Ground, he was holding a small tray with juice on it.
She was wearing a long black dress, her figure was plumper than four years ago, and her brows and eyes were a little softer that she only gained after becoming a mother.
Bi Xiaoxiao saw her first, dropped Wooden Sword, ran over, and hugged Ling Yuan's legs.
"Mom, I know how to swordsmanship. My sister taught me!"
Ling Yuan bent down and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
"Really? Let's practice it later and show it to mom."
Bi Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, let go of her legs, ran back to pick up Wooden Sword, and made gestures in a decent manner.
Qian Renxue came over, "Auntie."
Ling Yuan handed the juice to her, "Are you tired? Take a sip of juice."
Qian Renxue took the cup and took a sip. The sweet and sour juice melted in his mouth.
Ling Yuan shouted Bi Xiaoxiao again, and the little girl ran over and stood on tiptoes to reach another glass of juice.
Three people sat side by side on the steps of Training Ground.
Bi Xiaoxiao is sitting in the middle, with his two short legs dangling under the steps.
Ling Yuan turned his head and looked at Qian Renxue, "Xiao Xue, why don't you go to your aunt's house for dinner tonight? Your uncle has stewed the ribs and your favorite steamed eggs."
Qian Renxue thought for a while and said, "I won't go. Grandpa and I will eat later."
As soon as she refused, Bi Xiaoxiao turned around and grabbed her arm with two small hands.
"Sister, let's go, go, let's go~"
While acting coquettishly, she rubbed her head on Qian Renxue's arm.
Qian Renxue was tickled by her rubbing, and looked at the expectant light in Ling Yuan's eyes again.
In the past four years, her parents were not around, and her uncle and aunt took care of her as if they were their own daughter.
I greet her every morning and evening, and give her some clothes when the season changes.
Bi Xiaoxiao Yes, she has quite a few.
"Okay." Qian Renxue nodded.
Bi Xiaoxiao cheered, jumped down from the steps, and spun around Training Ground twice.
Ling Yuan stood up and said hello to Instructor on the sidelines. He held Qian Renxue with one hand and Bi Xiaoxiao with the other, and the three of them walked out of the Spirit Hall.
More than ten minutes later, when Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong strode into the gate of the Spirit Hall, the knight guarding the door thought he had seen it wrong and rubbed his eyes hard.
He took another look to confirm that the two figures were not hallucinations, and straightened his back suddenly.
"Dean, Your Majesty, His Holiness the Pope, are you back?"
"Well, I'm back."
The two walked into the gate and walked on the stone road that they had walked countless times.
Four years later, Spirit Hall is still the same.
But when the maids and knights passing by saw them both, they stopped and followed their figures with their eyes, with expressions on their faces as if they had seen a ghost.
They first went to the small house, but the door was closed and there was no one at home.
So they concluded that Xiao Xue is most likely to be at Qian Daoliu.
Angel Temple--
Qian Daoliu sat in front of Angel God Statue, with his back to the door, his hands on his knees, his eyes closed, and he was concentrating.
There were footsteps behind him, but he didn't look back.
"Didn't you say that if you don't have anything important to do, don't come in and disturb me?"
Knight Commander stood by the door and bowed. "Grand Pontiff, Dean and His Holiness the Pope are back."
Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, "Let them come in."
"Yes."
The moment Bibi Dong walked into the Worship Hall, his body suddenly froze.
A divine force pressed down from Angel God Statue, like an invisible hand pressing on her shoulders, trying to push her out.
That force repels her and contradicts her.
The Asura Divine Power in her body was released uncontrollably, and dark red light surged out of her body, blocking out the repulsive force.
She stopped completely at the door, neither entering nor retreating.
Qian Xunji looked back at her, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong with me? I couldn't do it before."
Qian Xunji glanced at Angel God Statue, then at Asura Brand on her forehead, and understood.
"It should be because of Asura God, Angel God Statue mistook you for Evil Soul Master."
Bibi Dong dumbfounded.
Logically speaking, Asura God is the master of killing, which is the opposite of the sacred nature of Angel God.
But she is the pope of the Spirit Hall and the daughter-in-law of the Qian Family, yet standing here she is rejected by her own idol.
Qian Daoliu stood up from the statue, turned around, his eyes swept over the two people's faces, and finally landed on the sword-shaped mark on Bibi Dong's forehead, and paused for a moment.
"Back."
"We're back."
"Well, let's go to my bedroom and talk."
The two followed Qian Daoliu into the small courtyard where green bamboos were planted.
There were teapots and teacups on the stone table in the pavilion. Qian Daoliu sat down, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.
Qian Xunji picked up the tea cup, took a sip, put it down, "Dad, where is Xiao Xue?"