"Aunt Yuehua, come too."
Qian Renchuan looked at everyone present. One of them looked over forty years old, close to fifty years old, with light blue hair and a lot of facial features on his face. The woman with wrinkles and a look of joy and expectation, but still charming, is Tang Yuehua.
Because Qian Xunji passed away and the Haotian Sect was gone, Tang Yuehua was greatly hit and cried all day long. He had irregular meals, three meals a day, and irregular work and rest schedules. He fainted from crying many times, which caused him to grow old. Very quickly.
Qian Renchuan originally accepted Tang Yuehua, a naturally evil Tang family member, after Tang Yuehua taught him etiquette and music for nearly a year. Now that he has seen Tang Yuehua's sincere feelings for his father, he regards Tang Yuehua as an elder, otherwise he would not have arranged for Zhu Zhuqing to be Tang Yuehua's maid.
Tang Yuehua's eyes were slightly red, and he asked with some fear: "His Majesty the Pope, can His Majesty the Pope really come back alive?"
Qian Renchuan nodded, "Yes, the body is the carrier of the soul. Dad's soul must still be watching us somewhere. As long as I recall Dad's soul, I can re-create a body to resurrect Dad."
"Then I won't go there. I don't want your highnesses to see my current appearance."
Tang Yuehua is almost sixty years old. After all, she is not a soul. The teacher is just an ordinary person. No matter how he pampers himself and takes care of himself, it can only slow down the decline of his appearance. Now she has changed into the appearance of a middle-aged person, with dry, sallow skin and wrinkles. She dare not get close to the perfect papal crown in her mind. She is satisfied to be able to observe the resurrected Qian Xunji from a distance.
Qian Renxue raised her hand, and a stream of pure angelic power surged out and poured into Tang Yuehua's body. In the flash of golden light, Tang Yuehua's originally dry and sallow skin became plump again, the wrinkles on her face faded, and her skin became white. Smooth and tender. The appearance of a woman in her forties changed back to that of a beautiful woman in her twenties and seventies, exuding alluring charm.
“What am I?”
Tang Yuehua looked at her palms that had become white and soft, touched her face that had become breakable again and had no wrinkles, and looked at Qian Renxue in disbelief.
"This is just the rejuvenation that everyone who has practiced to the title of Douluo Soul Master has. Let's go, don't keep your parents waiting."
After experiencing so many things, Qian Renxue's attitude has already changed With the changes, her view of Tang Yuehua, a naturally evil Tang family member, was no longer as disgusting as before, but she was not as irritated as Qian Renchuan. In this world, everything is profit-oriented. His father took in Ning Fengzhi, a secret chamber soul saint who committed a heinous crime, and became the elder of Wuhun Hall. He also arranged a wife for Ning Fengzhi and gave him medicine. Her cognition changed a lot.
On the mountain behind the Worship Hall, a somewhat empty area next to the angel statue of the Douluo Hall, Qianrenchuan, Qianrenxue, Shui Bing'er, and Tang Yuehua arrived here.
After more than a year of sacrifice in Ah Yin, under the shining of the holy light of the angel statue, the Blue Silver Emperor has grown vigorously. The huge blades of grass are nearly a foot wide and more than five meters long. The original golden lines on the grass blades have turned into three. The Holy Tiger Soul was sleeping soundly next to the Blue Silver Emperor. He sensed movement, opened his eyes, and saw the four people. He took the initiative to walk to Qian Renxue and called out, as if he was asking for credit. He protected himself very well.
When Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue arrived, almost all the grass blades rippled and quickly spread to them, gently winding up and wrapping their bodies. There were two more, one rubbed Shui Bing'er's head, and the other was suspended in front of Tang Yuehua.
The gentle and kind maternal love instantly soaked into the bodies of Qian Renchuan and Qian Renxue. Both of them were extremely happy, tears flowed down uncontrollably, and they cried with joy. The mother is conscious, the mother is still alive, and she still recognizes them. As long as they return to a hundred thousand years of cultivation, their mother will return.
"Mom, my brother and I have become gods. We can resurrect you, and we can also resurrect dad."
Qian Renchuan said softly: "Yes, mom, our family can be reunited "Sister, I will recall my father's soul and resurrect my father, and you will resurrect my mother."
After finishing his words, Qian Renchuan sat cross-legged, released his spiritual thoughts, and recalled Qian Xunji's soul while recalling every bit of the past twenty-two years in his mind.
Jumped off a cliff and was reincarnated, with a new name of Qianrenchuan, chosen by his father himself, and a new life officially began.
Being held in my father's arms and fed milk from a spoon - is this father's love?
The road to martial soul cultivation, the blue silver grass hardening hidden weapon stream - my father's knowledge.
Betrothed to Bing'er at the age of three - father's vision.
Tiandou Auction House, the greed of the nobles, the hypocrisy of the Qibao Glazed Sect - the wisdom of my father.
To protect himself, he stayed alone behind the Haotian Sect Mountain Range - the greatness of his father.
Scenes from the past kept flashing through Qian Renchuan's mind, and his heart ached like a knife.
"Father, you are the gentlest, wisest, greatest and best father in the world. I will definitely resurrect you perfectly. I will also be filial to you and let you see our Wuhun Palace, Angel A family that will be glorious forever."
Besides, Qian Renxue has begun to resurrect Ah Yin. Five black, four red and one gold are under her feet. Ten soul rings emerge, and the pure, gentle and sacred angelic power is gently instilled in Lan. Within the Silver Emperor's body, the branches, leaves and trunk of the Blue Silver Emperor grew rapidly, emitting bright golden light, like a golden sun. The golden afterglow shone on Tang Yuehua and Shui Bing'er, and the two of them felt extremely relaxed and enjoying themselves.
The sacred tiger soul wagged its tail, greedily absorbing the afterglow of golden light containing pure energy, and felt that its cultivation level was slowly rising.
The Blue Silver Emperor soon occupied an area of tens of square meters. Each blade of grass was up to two feet wide. The clear golden lines shone under the sunlight. Its top, for a while, The blue-gold light flashed and condensed into a faint shadow in the air. It looked about thirty years old and was absolutely beautiful. She looked at her two children who she was so proud of. Then his eyes focused on Qian Renchuan, who was still sitting cross-legged.
She sacrificed because Qianxunji died and her heart was broken. If Qianxunji could not come back, what would be the point of her rebirth.
At this moment, ten soul rings of eight reds, two golds, and two golds appeared at the feet of Qianrenchuan. The vast Shura divine power was released and gathered in one position. The flesh and blood slowly reunited to form a familiar figure, handsome. With a beautiful face, long golden hair, a tall and straight body, and dressed in white gold clothes, she looks very noble.
This is how Qian Xunji looked in Qian Renchuan’s memory when he was the most handsome. Qian Renchuan has opened his eyes, staring persistently and firmly at the new figure, every word is almost touching, The cry of the homeless child: "Resurrection! My father."
(End of this chapter)