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Although it looked very small, Yang Ping felt that it was even taller than the vast sky above her head.    

    

What is this?    

    

Was the extreme hidden between his eyebrows this golden needle?    

    

Yang Ping muttered to herself. She was shaken in his heart as she reached out to touch it, but she felt that it was very far away. It was as if she had raised her arm to touch the sky, which was actually tens of thousands of miles away.    

    

What was it?    

    

The golden needle disappeared, returning to its previous tranquility.    

    

Yang Ping's eyes were filled with confusion. Just at that moment, the moment the gold needle disappeared, the Qi of Top Yang appeared again, nourishing her meridians, acupoints, eight stable nodes, and increasing her strength by ten times.    

    

The strength of his spirit and body had greatly increased.    

    

Yang Ping felt that if they were to fight again, he could easily dispose of this scum, Xiao Sunn. She clenched her fists, a rift appeared in the sky, then recovered her stability.    

    

This feeling...    

    

Yang Ping didn't go for a better taste. When she arrived in front of Old Master Muu and saw that his breath was faint and weak but her face had a gratified smile, her heart was filled with grief.    

    

The Old Master Muu was going to die!    

    

"Seeing you kill Xiao Sunn, I knew that you would be able to hold on for a whole day, Yang Ping, I was not wrong about you." The Old Master Muu smiled as she looked at Yang Ping, and after looking for a while, she suddenly said calmly, "I'm going."    

    

Yang Ping's eyes reddened. She held onto Old Master Muu's hand and said in a low voice: "No matter what, I won't let you leave. Old Master Muu, believe me."    

    

If the Dao Fruit was broken, it would mean the death of one's entire life and cultivation. In a life and death battle with Xiao Sunn, it was equivalent to exhausting all of their life force.    

    

Old Master Muu was very clear about his situation so he did not hold any hope. He shook his head and said, "Don't waste your energy on me. You have more important things to do."    

    

Yang Ping listened silently, not wanting to miss a single word.    

    

Old Master Muu saying two last wishes was something that had to be fulfilled.    

    

One was to protect Old Master Mu, and the other was to find his granddaughter.    

    

"It's a pity that I won't be able to play chess with the old fellow, and won't be able to see my granddaughter marry you. Yang Ping, you brat, tell me the truth. No, that's not right, my granddaughter is definitely as beautiful as a fairy. Damn, I feel like I've suffered a huge loss.    

    

Old Master Muu's face was flushed red as he said excitedly.    

    

Yang Ping hesitated for a while, but when she saw Old Master Muu's hopeful gaze, she couldn't bear it anymore. "Old Master Muu, I have someone I like. If you don't mind her being a mistress. "I can …"    

    

"Bullsh * t!" "Why would a child from my Mu family be a mistress? Brat, do you think that you can bully my granddaughter just because I'm about to die?" The Old Master Muu scolded.    

    

Yang Ping smiled as she replied, "I don't dare."    

    

Old Master Muu snorted: "It's good that you know that. Even if I'm about to die, you are not my opponent. I am a saint now, you are not a saint, do you understand?"    

    

Yang Ping immediately nodded.    

    

Lying in Yang Ping's embrace, she looked at the sky above Dragon City in a daze and sighed: "I didn't pay close attention to it in the past, and really didn't know it at all. In fact, the sky has quieted down, and it's even more beautiful than any scenery."    

    

"Of course."    

    

Yang Ping replied.    

    

Old Master Muu asked again: "What do you think the future generations will say about me after I die?"    

    

Without even thinking about it, Yang Ping immediately said, "With your great achievements, you will definitely erect a tablet. I believe that future generations will remember your contributions to China. "    

    

The Old Master Muu laughed.    

    

"The first day I joined the army, I fought little Devil People. Back then, there were nine experts from the Saint's Late Stage of the island nation participating in the war. Our people were few in number, and the Sacred Grounds did not intervene. But I did. Lord Military God, Elder Lin and the others, when facing the Saints of the island nations, remembered that there was a beautiful phoenix at that time. Now that I think about it, I have never seen a woman more beautiful than that phoenix, but it's a pity … "    

    

The woman that Old Master Muu was talking about should be Lan Fenghuang.    

    

Yang Ping could not help but say: "I have actually seen the phoenix you mentioned before. Just a month ago. "    

    

Old Master Muu opened his eyes wide, his tone hurried, and asked: "You've seen Lan Fenghuang before?"    

    

Yang Ping nodded.    

    

The Old Master Muu laughed, revealing a look of reminiscence, and said: "Back then, I was also considered an expert, but I was far inferior to Lan Fenghuang. She had the Peak Stage of a saint, and stepped into the door loudly with one foot.    

    

"…"    

    

Yang Ping was at a loss for words, and laughed dryly: "How can I be so sure?"    

    

Old Master Muu glared at him with displeasure and sneered: "Brat, you don't understand shit. The reaction between saints can't be wrong. I'm sure you like me. "    

    

Yang Ping was speechless.    

    

Does just looking at you mean that I like you?    

    

Seeing the excited look on the Old Master Muu's face, Yang Ping couldn't bear to take the blow. There would always only be one person in Lan Fenghuang's heart, and that would be her own master, Xuan Jizi.    

    

But Yang Ping would not expose them, she did not want to destroy Old Master Muu's hope.    

    

He felt that if he liked her, then he liked her.    

    

What's wrong with that?    

    

People live in the bubble of dreams, not so much that we have hope, but that we fear despair and do not dare to face it.    

    

"Oh right, where's Lan Fenghuang?"    

    

Old Master Muu felt that it was inappropriate to talk about his feelings in front of this junior. He asked: "Is Lan Fenghuang at Dragon City?    

    

Yang Ping lowered her head in silence.    

    

The excitement on Old Master Muu's face slowly disappeared and was replaced with silence.    

    

"What a pity."    

    

After a long while, when he finally regained consciousness from his grief, the Old Master Muu sighed and said.    

    

"Where?"    

    

Old Master Muu asked.    

    

"The Parasol Tree s of the Dragon City University."    

    

Yang Ping replied honestly.    

    

"Oh."    

    

The Old Master Muu revealed a gratified smile, and said: "It's a pretty good place, the phoenix perched on the phoenix tree. "Let's go, take me to see it, what if we can see it?"    

    

Very quickly, the two of them arrived under the Dragon City University's Parasol Tree.    

    

It was still during class time, so there were very few students on campus. Old Master Muu stood under the Parasol Tree, looking at the leaves of the parasol tree that covered the sky, his gaze blurry.    

    

"She's still so beautiful."    

    

The Old Master Muu praised.    

    

Yang Ping was shocked. She looked at the Old Master Muu and followed his gaze but saw nothing. There was no trace of Lan Fenghuang anywhere.    

    

"Lan Fenghuang, do you still remember me?" Old Master Muu shouted towards the sky, "I am Mu Qian. You should remember me as your follower in the past."    

    

"Let me introduce a junior to you. He almost became my grandson-in-law. He's quite amazing. The new generation surpasses the previous ones, so I'm going to die on the beach."    

    

"Don't go, wait for me. I still have a lot of things to say to you."    

    

Yang Ping listened quietly and did not interrupt. Old Master Muu's cries resounded beside his ears, his heart was slightly sore, but suddenly, he stopped.    

    

Turning his head, Yang Ping's entire body was shaking, and his tears could not help but fall.    

    

Old Master Muu stood straight under the Parasol Tree, his gaze looking far into the sky in pursuit of his dreams when he was young.    

    

But Old Master Muu had truly left this world.    

    

A deep sense of sadness welled up in his heart.    

    

The famous general of the generation, Hua Xia, had left the world with a smile on his face.    

    

Standing under the Parasol Tree and talking to the woman he liked might be the best ending.    

    

Yang Ping's eyes were blank as she looked around. She realized that other than herself, there was no one else, and she was especially lonely.