"So, can you take me with you?"

Baon Zhiyuan's eyes were firm and he looked at Fenghua gently and brightly.

On the side, Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang also spoke, "Please agree to my son Zhiyuan's request, two immortals."

"After the incident of 'Princess Qiluo', we completely understood Zhiyuan's determination to become a disciple and cultivate immortals, and we also looked up and stopped him."

"No matter how fame, wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth, is not as important as my son's life and happiness. We two old guys are already half-body and are about to be buried. We must not drag down Zhiyuan's life because of our pedantic thoughts."

Poor parents in the world.

The original owner Tao Yao's wish was to repay his benefactor, Mr. Fang. He took him to Qingyun Sect to become a disciple and cultivate immortals, but it was just a matter of raising hands, so Fenghua agreed.

She said, "Okay, I promise you, but I will only take you into the Immortal Gate, and I can't control anything else."

The ugly words are first said.

Repaying kindness does not mean that she has to raise Mr. Fang as her son for the rest of her life.

The resources in the world of immortal cultivation are tight and the plunder is cruel. If Young Master Fang has a heart that yearns for immortality and immortality, but is a mud that cannot be supported by the wall, then it is no wonder that Mr. Fang has a heart that yearns for immortality and immortality, but is a mud that cannot be supported by the wall.

Fang Zhiyuan was already very satisfied with this result, so naturally he could not complain about Fenghua anymore.

He nodded with a bright smile, not at all like Lord Fang, who was rising step by step in the court of Chen State, and was calm and steady. He seemed to have returned to the young master Fang who only liked unofficial history, strange tales, and strange accusations from a Chinese Studio a few years ago and regarded a peach blossom tree as a close friend.

"Don't worry, Taoyao, as long as I can enter the world of immortal cultivation, I will die without regrets." Fang Zhiyuan said.

Fenghua smiled: "That's good."

Yun Zheng frowned slightly ink-colored eyebrows, looked at Mr. Fang, who was smiling, and pursed his thin and bright red lips, but in the end he didn't say anything.

She was very unhappy and smiled at this young master Fang.

However, he knew that this young master Fang had an important position in her heart, otherwise he would not have traveled to the Palace of King Chen to possess the body of Princess Qiluo except for the other one.

If you are unhappy, bear it.

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Fang Zhiyuan resigned from Wei Heng.

Fang Zhiyuan was still very young and far from reaching the level of retiring and returning home.

At first, Wei Heng thought that it was because he forced Fang Zhiyuan to marry Princess Qiluo and threw him into the Heavenly Prison, which made Fang Zhiyuan's heart estrangement, so he decided to resign.

After Fang Zhiyuan's explanation, Wei Heng realized that Fang Zhiyuan was going to leave the secular world with the two immortals and go to the immortal world, rather than holding a grudge against him, the king, to throw him into the heavenly prison.

The compatriots and loyal ministers are now leaving him one by one.

This sentence is true for the great emperor's career and the lonely body of a hundred years.

Forget it, forgot.

Wei Heng couldn't help but sigh, "Since Fang Aiqing, you have such a great opportunity, how could I stop you-"

"allow!"

After resigning from his official position and bidding farewell to his parents, Zhiyuan, along with Fenghua and Yun Zheng, embarked on the road to returning to Qingyunmen.

Fang Zhiyuan was flying on the sword for the first time. With surprise, curiosity and stimulation, he diluted the sorrow of parting.

"Taoyao, look, we are flying, we are really flying in the sky."

"Taoyao..."

"Taoyao..."

Every time Mr. Fang called out, Yun Zheng's face turned colder.

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Chapter completed!