The Divine Nine-Dragon Cauldron

In the territory of the Huang family.

Su Yu helped the evil girl to heal her injuries. Fortunately, the evil girl has a special constitution, and she can start to recover on her own with just simple treatment.

"I'm really sorry, the strength is too low, it dragged you down." The evil girl apologized.

Su Yu hurriedly said: "Don't say that. In the days when I'm not around, it's all up to you to lead the tripod. Why should I blame you?"

After a pause, Su Yu said again: "Haven't you ever used the raw energy I gave you?"

After getting the original energy from the famous sword saint clan, he gave as much as a drop to the wicked girl.

With the help of those powers, the evil girl's cultivation base should be raised several levels, why did she stand still?

The evil girl was silent.

Su Yu frowned and said, "Can you tell me where the original energy went?"

Obviously, the villain didn't use the raw energy, but I don't know where she used it.

"I can't tell you." The evil girl answered bluntly.

Su Yu was surprised, did the wicked girl use it for something unspeakable, so that she concealed it like this?

"Why?" Su Yu asked.

The evil girl said with a blank face: "Where to use it is my freedom, please don't ask any more questions,"

Su Yu didn't speak any more, feeling a little displeased.

No matter how you say it, he got back the raw energy through untold hardships, and gave it to the wicked girl in the hope that she would make good use of it to help him improve his cultivation.

But now it seems that the evil girl did not cherish it.

"Okay, do whatever you want." Su Yu got up and said, "You can heal your wounds by yourself now, I'll take a step first."

He left the healing chamber and stood in mid-air looking at the light site.

The size of this place is actually not much smaller than the Kyushu mainland back then.

It can fully accommodate the creatures that Su Yu collected along the way.

Watching them encamp all over the land,

At the scene of rebuilding his homeland, Su Yu felt a long-lost sense of warmth in his heart.

Life is precarious, half life is calculated.

Only these souls who have always followed him firmly can give him a hint of the harbor of his hometown.

"Where is the old friend of Shenyue Island?" Su Yu swept his eyes and found an island in the sea.

Many people from the former Shenyue Island rebuilt their homes in the sea.

Su Yu felt infinite emotion in his heart, took a step forward, and appeared in the sky above the island.

Looking at a city that was quickly being familiarized and controlled by the creatures, Su Yu transformed into a stranger and entered the city.

The bustling crowd is happily busy accepting the new site.

Su Yu strolled among them, feeling quite back then.

However, two hundred years have passed, and the old people on Shenyue Island were all mortals, and their lifespans have long since passed away in the vicissitudes of time.

The present ones are actually descendants of those old people.

"I heard that the county king is ill. I don't know if he can survive."

"It's very difficult. In fact, the king of the county died of illness a year ago, and it was all thanks to the fairy to extend his life with divine dew."

"But for those whose destiny is over, no matter how hard they try to keep them, it will be futile."

Su Yu's heart was shaken.

The king of the county, the father of Qin Xian'er, the king of Xianyu County.

He felt deeply ashamed, running around all the year round, so that he didn't even have time to care about his father-in-law.

With a little tiptoe, Su Yu appeared in a house.

Having barely entered, Su Yu was stunned by the scene in front of him.

What came into view was the residence of the Prince of Xianyu County two hundred years ago.

The garden, study, and courtyard are exactly the same.

He still remembered the scene of Qin Xian'er in a cute pink dress waving her fists to protest him in the courtyard.

I still remember, in the study, the kind voice of Prince Xianyu.

I still remember that in the garden, he once taught Xia Jingyu's artistic conception, and Qin Xian'er was watching stupidly.

Everything is like yesterday.

So familiar, yet so distant and strange.

"Who's here?" A hoarse voice came from the front yard.

Su Yu looked over, even through the courtyard wall, he could still see the scene on the other side clearly.

An old man with white hair and spots on his face was lying peacefully on a bamboo chair, enjoying the afternoon sun.

He held a fan in his hand, and fanned it slowly, while his eyes looked lonely at the infinite sky.

"Who is it? Is my Xian'er back?" He is the King of Xianyu County.

Two hundred years.

Things are different!

The flowers and plants, just like two hundred years ago, have not changed.

Only that heroic county king was already very old.

Su Yu's eyes were moist, and he could feel that the life of King Xianyu was short.

That's not something that can be compensated by improving one's cultivation, or exhausting all the elixir in the world.

Even, as a mortal, it is already a miracle that he can survive until today.

"It's me." Su Yu said softly, and with the steps of a mortal, walked through the moon arch and came to him.

King Xianyu's eyes widened, he struggled to sit up, and said, "So it's Yu'er! Come and sit down."

He pointed to the stool beside him, and finally a smile appeared on his sickly face.

Su Yu said in shame: "I'm sorry, father-in-law, I can only see you now."

There was no trace of blame on Prince Xianyu's face, but only infinite joy: "Silly boy, you are now the ruler and shoulder the responsibility of the common people, how can you have time to visit me?"

Hearing these words, Su Yu could only feel deeper guilt.

The master can care about the common people, but he can't care about his father-in-law.

"What about Xian'er, why didn't she come with you?" Prince Xianyu asked.

Su Yu froze, unable to answer.

Could it be that Prince Xianyu, who had come to the end of his life, had to bear the pain of bereavement again?

After a moment of silence, in the expectant eyes of King Xianyu, he said: "Xian'er is very good, but I have no time to come."

Prince Xianyu's eyes quickly dimmed, looking slumped and lonely, he murmured: "I haven't seen Xian'er for many years."

"The last time I saw Xian'er was thirty years ago, no, it seems to be forty years ago, no, how many years has it been? I have forgotten." County King Xianyu knocked himself on the head and said: "I am really old."

Su Yu was in pain and said, "Xian'er didn't come, but Xian'er and I will come to see you soon!"

Hearing this, County King Xianyu was pleasantly surprised: "You all have children? What's their name? Boy or girl? How old are you?"

He looked like a young man who had found a treasure, and his eyes shone brightly.

Su Yu pressed his excited and trembling old palm: "Later, I'll let her come and visit you in person. If you need anything, you can ask in person."

"Okay, okay, my grandfather needs to prepare some gifts." County King Xianyu tremblingly wanted to stand up, but halfway up, he fell weakly on the wicker chair again.

"Forget it, I'll send someone to get it later." County King Xianyu stretched out his hand, "Yu'er, help me and go burn a stick of incense."

Incense?

to whom?

Su Yu supported King Xianyu, and under his guidance, he came to a corner of the backyard.

It was a locust forest.

In the forest, a vicissitudes and ancient tomb lay there quietly.

A name is engraved on the tombstone.

Xia Linxuan.