"What's her name? Shuang Xi took a glance at the clever little girl in front of him and smiled lightly, thinking it was a good name."

  Song Hezi sat on the ground with his knees crossed at this moment and asked curiously: "Lin Yaotou, where is this?"

  This shout instantly pulled the distance between the two people closer.

  Lin Qingyao smiled and replied, "This is the remains of a sect from long ago, it seems to be called Yunmen." In the end, Lin Qingyao didn't reveal her connection to Yunmen. Although it has been nearly several hundred or thousand years since Yunmen was destroyed, cultivators have long lives, so no one can guarantee that the person who caused Yunmen's downfall is no longer around. It's hard to say whether she would encounter unexpected disaster when dealing with Yunmen matters.

  Thinking of this, Lin Qingyao had a lot of complaints about her own out-of-tune master. In the inheritance, there was not a single word about the reason for Yunmen's destruction, which made Lin Qingyao very confused.

  However, the revival of Yunmen is not urgent for the time being, so Lin Qingyao didn't rush to come either. She waited until her cultivation improved, and even if the enemies of Yunmen back then were still around, what could they do to her?

  "Alas...the Cloud Gate..." Song Hezi gazed at the ruins and let out a long sigh.

  "Elder, do you know Yunmen?" According to the rules of the Cultivation Realm, Lin Qingyao had already addressed him as an elder, but since Lin Qingyao's cultivation time was still short and Song Hezi looked older, having her call him "Shixiong" (younger brother) would be too psychologically taxing.

  "I'm already at this age, and my cultivation is only one level higher than yours. I don't deserve to be called 'senior'."

  Song Hezi said, "As for the Cloud Gate, it was once a leader in the cultivation world. But then, for some unknown reason, they sealed their mountain gate and overnight, everyone in the sect vanished. Since then, no one has seen any disciples of the Cloud Gate outside. It's likely that this mountain gate hasn't been visited by anyone for over a thousand years."

  It's not easy to find someone who knows about Yunmen, so Lin Qingyao couldn't help but ask him thoroughly.

  "Master Song, do you know anything else?" Lin Qingyao changed her words and didn't call him "senior" anymore, but calling him something else also felt inappropriate, so she imitated the way she used to call Valley Old.

  Song Hezi shook her head: "I just knew that, it was a big suspense back then! Lin Yaotou, how did you know the ruins of Yunmen were here? And can still enter this remaining Hu Shan array?"

  Lin Qingyao smiled: "I inadvertently saw a ancient book that recorded these things, I came to explore once before."

  "Grandpa, Lin sister, will those two bad people catch up with us again?" Little Xiang interrupted the conversation of the two, asking somewhat worriedly.

  Lin Qingyao furrowed her brow and turned to Song Hezi, saying: "Song Lao, I think we should hide here for a few days first. Who knows if those two vampires will be waiting outside for us to come out."

  Song Hezi nodded, with a hint of solemnity on his face etched with vicissitudes.

  "Wasn't that just a Western bloodline?" Song Hezi wasn't quite sure either, so she asked Lin Qingyao.

  Lin Qingyao had never actually seen a blood clan or read any books about them, but before she started cultivating, when she was still a housewife with nothing to do, she would also watch some TV dramas. Although the TV dramas were not entirely realistic, their portrayal of vampires didn't seem to be completely unfounded either.

  Lin Qingyao hesitated for a moment and nodded: "It should be."

  Song Hezi's eyes widened in excitement, his beard blowing straight up with anger, then he burst out cursing: "I thought it was something, turns out to be a Western monster! How dare you be so arrogant! Daring to run wild on the great land of China!"

  Matsumoto said this, without stopping, but continued to scold indignantly: "These damn aliens will one day make them eat their words!"

  Lin Qingyao couldn't help but feel a little amused, and didn't notice that Song Hezi, although he had already become an old man, still had such a youthful and impulsive side.

  Lin Qingyao didn't know that Song Hezi was already over a hundred years old, and had experienced the invasion of Japan during the war.

  In those years, soldiers were defending their homes and countries. These monks did not idle away either; they had a fierce battle with the barbarians from Japan.

  So now as soon as he hears of an alien invasion, Song Hezi gets so angry that his mustache bristles.

  Lin Qingyao didn't dare leave the Yunmen encampment, fortunately Gu Lao had brought some food in his storage bag, so the three cultivators didn't go hungry.

  Lin Qingyao got along extremely well with these two grandfather and grandson.

  It turned out that Xiao Xiang actually had a wood and water double spiritual root physique, this talent was enough to enter those strict door schools that were picky about accepting disciples.

  Song Hezi and Xiao Xiang were inseparable, this time Song Hezi came to the deep mountains of Chuan City to collect a low-grade spiritual herb called Moon Shadow Grass, in order to exchange for some Qi Nourishing Pills for Xiao Xiang to use in her cultivation.

  At this moment, Song Hezi is talking to Lin Qingyao about his worries about Xiaoxiang.

  Lin Qingyao was not just listening to Song Hezi's sighs and complaints about this matter: "My lifespan has already passed half, at this age, there will be no progress, but Xiaoxiang is different, her talent is good, I hope she can go far on this path."

  As she spoke, Song Hezi let out another sigh: "But now the Taoist methods are declining, and the path of cultivation is not easy to walk."

  Lin Qingyao curiously asked: "Since Xiao Xiang's talent is so good, why didn't you send her to a big immortal sect?"

  Song Hezi shook her head: "Now that female cultivators have entered the cultivation sect, how many can fortunately cultivate hard? Most of them... are married to male cultivators, euphemistically called Dao companions, or more harshly, furnaces..."

  "Isn't there a Jade Maiden Sect that's all female cultivators?" Lin Qingyao gave Song Hezi an idea.

  "Jade Maiden Sect? You really think this sect has a name that's as pure and clean as jade? Only those with direct lineage, single-attribute spiritual roots, and female cultivators who are diligent in their practice have a chance to truly cultivate. Those with superior innate talent but not top-notch, most of them are no different from public cauldrons..."

  Lin Qingyao listened to this, and her mouth twitched involuntarily.

  Song Hezi coughed awkwardly, he usually spoke without reserve, but had actually forgotten that Lin Qingyao was a girl.

  Song Hezi suddenly took a good look at Lin Qingyao and then smiled: "Lin, I think we are very compatible, why don't we get married?"

  Marriage? Lin Qingyao almost spat out a mouthful of water. Marriage, who is marrying whom?

  Song Hezi shouted: "Xiao Xiang, come here!" and swapped back the little Xiang who was playing aside.

  "Ling Yaotou, Little Xiang is my only granddaughter. If I'm gone, she'll be completely alone and helpless. I want her to recognize you as her sister, don't know if you're willing or not..." Song Hezi looked at Lin Qingyao with anticipation.

  Song Hezi didn't think Lin Qingyao was old and muddled, he saw that at twenty-something years old, she had already cultivated to the sixth layer of Qi Refining, so even if Lin Qingyao didn't have any great prospects in the future, self-preservation would definitely not be a problem.

  Furthermore, from Lin Qingyao's selfless act of saving him, he saw that although Lin Qingyao was meticulous in his thoughts, he was not a ruthless cultivator after all. He wanted to find someone for Xiao Xiang to rely on.

  If one day he's really gone, will there still be someone to take care of Xiaoxiang?

  Lin Qingyao was shocked by what Song Hezi said. Although she thought the two were quite good, she hadn't expected to acknowledge a sister or anything like that.

  Song Hezi saw Lin Qingyao's hesitation and said to Lin Qingyao: "Lin Yaotou, I don't ask for anything else. I just hope that in the future, if Xiao Xiang has difficulties, you can help me take care of her when it is convenient for you." Song Hezi was sincere.

  Lin Qingyao looked at Xiao Xiang's watery eyes, with a hint of expectation in her own eyes, and finally let out a soft sigh: "I can't guarantee that I will really keep my promise from now on."

  There is a little sister, of course it's good, but if this sister will be a trouble in the future, Lin Qingyao would rather have never had such an experience.

  Song Hezi nodded and smiled, saying: "This is natural, don't worry, Xiao Xiang won't cause you trouble. Moreover...Xiao Xiang has a great talent, and future events are unpredictable."

  Song Hezi's words had a hint, Lin Qingyao heard it, yes, Little Xiang's spiritual root is better than hers, and in the future, she may have more accomplishments. At first glance, recognizing her as sister seems to be at a disadvantage, but thinking carefully, it's still beneficial for herself.

  Lin Qingyao felt a little relieved.

  Song Hezi smiled and said: "I'm old now, in the future, I'll have to rely on you young people."

  "Who says Grandpa is old!" Little Xiang said on the side with a puffed up face, very unwilling to let Song Hezi say that he was old.

  Lin Qingyao was amused by Xiao Xiang's adorable appearance, and touched her head, smiling and saying: "From now on, you can call me sister." She agreed to Song Hezong's proposal.

  Song Hezi was naturally very happy and could give Xiaoxiang a good fate, even if one day he was gone, it wouldn't be unbearable.

  Xiao Xiang shouted with joy: "I have a sister!"

  Lin Qingyao smiled comfortably in her heart. This little girl, if she still had such admiration for herself in the future, she would definitely take care of her.

  Xiao Xiang seems to like Yunmen very much, in the palace, she is jumping and running around non-stop.

  Lin Qingyao wasn't worried either; she had already known from her inherited memories that there was nothing valuable inside, just empty rooms and no danger.

  Little girl, it's just an energetic age, Lin Qingyao can also understand.

  The spiritual energy in the Cloud Gate was thin, Lin Qingyao sat cross-legged and cultivated for a while, somewhat absent-minded. She raised her head to find Song Hezi sitting on the stone steps leading down from the Cloud Gate, lost in thought. At this moment, it was sunset, and the large array of the Cloud Gate did not block out the outside sunset. Under the crimson evening glow, Song Hezi had a certain air of being a transcendent figure beyond the world.

  And Xiao Xiang... (sigh)