The cave at the peak of Mount Heng had been transformed into an exquisite wooden hut. Fresh green flowers and plants twined around the fence. It actually looked simple and beautiful.

Ever since Ouyang Shaogong's immortal spirit was complete, he no longer looked as twisted and crazy as before. The smile on his face reminded Shao Ho of the Prehistoric Crown Prince, Chang Qin. Unfortunately, he still brought sweet troubles to Shao Ho occasionally. For example, she had never made anything herself since then. The virtuous Shaogong took care of everything for her.

Sweet and glutinous soft cakes, fragrant healing pills, gorgeous dresses, exquisite hairpins, and a living figurine expert ~

Shao Ho touched the red ribbon at the end of her hair. Her little disciple finally didn't have the feeling that she was covered in darkness and could destroy the world at any time.

Shaogong was still dressed in red. He smiled at her, his eyes gentle. "Master, are we leaving today?"

"Yes. Did you leave anything behind this time?" She propped up her chin and looked at him teasingly.

He also remembered his own probing and guesses when they first met. His smile deepened. "No. Shaogong's only valuable thing is Master."

"Alright then. We'll go back."

Shao Ho reached out and held his slender hand. She called out in her heart, "Father, thank you. Send us back."

A white light flashed and the two disappeared.

On the Prehistoric Lands

The three-thousand-year sermon in the Purple Cloud Palace had just ended. Hongjun felt Shao Ho's aura finally reappear. He finally relaxed. He thought that something had happened to her.

The purple figure in the main hall disappeared and landed on Zhou Shan.

Hongjun looked at the pair of red figures opposite him. His gaze fell on their hands. He moved his lips. "Shao Ho, you're back."

Shao Ho turned around and saw him. Her eyes lit up. "Xiao Hong, long time no see."

"Who is this?"

Hongjun sized up the man in red who was smiling gently. He was a little surprised when he felt that his aura was very similar to Chang Qin's.

"This is Ouyang Shaogong. He's my little disciple."

She didn't say that this was the other half of Crown Prince Chang Qin's immortal spirit. She turned to Shaogong and said, "This is Hongjun. You can call him Uncle-Master."

Shaogong heard this and bowed obediently. "Shaogong pays his respects to Uncle-Master."

Hong Jun's cold and handsome face softened slightly. He gently raised his hand and said, "Little Martial Nephew, you don't have to be so polite."

She secretly gave Shao He a look, and she immediately understood. "Shaogong, go to the East Hall and wait for me. I'll be back in a while. If you see anyone else coming back, tell them that I told you to wait there."

She was more worried about the frisky monkey Tongtian. Why wasn't she worried about Shaogong?

She wasn't being narcissistic, but she felt that even a dozen children combined wouldn't be able to beat Shaogong, except for Fuxi.

Oh, right. She had to remind him that this Fuxi was different from the other Fuxi. She sent a message to Shaogong with her Divine Perception. "There are Fuxi's in this world too. Don't misunderstand."

Shaogong nodded obediently, indicating that he wouldn't trick him.

Seeing him leave, Shao He felt relieved and followed Hongjun to the West Hall.

As soon as she arrived at the West Hall, she could not help but relax. She sprawled on the soft couch and became a puddle of water. Hongjun glanced at her with disdain. "Why have you become more decadent after not seeing you for a thousand years?"

"Why didn't I sense your aura after you went to the West a thousand years ago?

And what's wrong with your little disciple? "

Shao Ho couldn't help but roll her eyes. She had been too tense in the world of the Ancient Sword Sect. She was worried about her disciple's immortal soul all the time. She finally thought that she could relax after returning to the Ancient Sword Sect, but this idiot still asked her so many questions.

Thus, she lazily raised her hand. "You're asking so many questions. How am I supposed to answer all of them? Let me sort them out."

"First of all, I'm not decadent. I'm relaxed and lazy. Do you understand?"

Hongjun looked expressionlessly at a certain someone who looked like she was flat on the ground. He curled his lips mockingly. His eyes were saying, "Don't you know what's going on?"

Shao Ho coughed softly and tidied her clothes. "Second of all, I went to the West to see Xiao Yuanfeng. But someone came and told me that Chang Qin's immortal soul only had half of it, and the other half was in another world. So I went to the other world."

"My little disciple is the other half of the immortal soul ~" She finally finished speaking. She lay down and stared blankly.

Hongjun picked her up and threw her onto the cloud bed. He sat on the soft couch and tapped the table with his fingers. "So Shaogong and Chang Qin are actually the same immortal soul?"

Shao Ho didn't resist being thrown onto the couch. She even took the opportunity to rub her head against the soft cloud bed. Her face was buried in the clouds, and her voice was a little hazy. "Yes. But the two of them are now independent living beings. So you can't say that they're the same person. At most, they're brothers on a deeper level?"

"They were my disciples in the first place. They're also my fellow disciples."

Hongjun nodded in understanding.

Suddenly, she remembered something and sat up. Her hair was messed up, and she asked in surprise, "Didn't you say that it's been three thousand years?

Have I been gone for that long? "

He laughed. "Didn't you just tell Shaogong not to get into a conflict with those kids?

Did you think that I left those kids in the Purple Cloud Palace after I came back? "

Are you stupid?

Although Hongjun didn't say it out loud, the look in his eyes said so.

The corner of Shao He's mouth twitched. She turned her back to him and ignored him.

Hongjun shook his head in amusement. He closed his eyes and meditated.

She waited for a long time, but he didn't come to coax her. She rubbed her head against the cloud bed in a daze and fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Hongjun opened his eyes. He stood up and stood by the bed. Looking at her frown, he reached out and smoothed it out. "It's been hard on you."

Shao Ho answered in a daze.

Hongjun picked up the red ribbon that had fallen to the ground. He smiled softly and kept the ribbon. He turned around and continued meditating with his eyes closed.

Four hours later.

"Bam —!"

An earth-shattering sound startled Hongjun and Shao He for a moment, and Hongjun immediately went out.

Shao Ho, who was awakened, sat on the bed and rubbed her hair irritably. What were these brats doing?!

She looked around the cloud bed but couldn't find her ribbon. She had no choice but to tie up her hair.

After she opened the door and walked out, she saw Shaogong and Chang Qin standing opposite each other. Shaogong's zither had a broken string. A drop of blood from his index finger landed on the zither.

She pursed her lips. "What are you doing?"

Shaogong put away his zither. He put his hands behind his back and shook his head gently. "It's nothing, Shizun."

Chang Qin, who was next to him, hugged her zither. She looked unhappy and pursed her lips. "Shizun, who is he?

Why did he call you Shizun? "

Shao Ho looked at the two expectant disciples and felt a headache coming on. "He is Shaogong. He is your junior and also your younger brother."

Chang Qin, who was still a teenager, was dumbfounded. You're telling me that this person who looks older than me is my younger brother???

Shizun, are you kidding me?

"Shizun, don't joke around. Chang Qin is the incarnation of the 50-string zither that you refined. How can I have a younger brother?" And such a ferocious younger brother?

Even Shaogong couldn't help but purse her lips. This teenager was the crown prince, Chang Qin?

He looked so gentle and well-behaved. Why was he like a frisky monkey?

And his older brother??

Heh.

Shao Ho was also puzzled. Little Changqin was so gentle. How could she fight with Shaogong?

Suddenly, her eyes drifted to Tongtian, who was standing at the side with his head lowered. She instantly understood.

Tongtian!!

Seeing that Chang Qin was a little confused, she said without changing her expression, "You are both zithers made of wood from the same tree. Naturally, you are brothers. Don't you feel that Shaogong is very close to you?"

Chang Qin nodded quietly. It seemed like it was a little. "Alright, welcome back, little brother ~" She looked at Shaogong with her clear and gentle eyes.

Shaogong's heart softened. This was his upper body. He didn't look so annoying.

But, why was he her younger brother?

"I am your elder brother. I am older than you." His deep eyes looked down at Chang Qin, who was a head shorter than him. His smile was slightly meaningful.

Chang Qin smiled gently at first, then seriously retorted, "But my cultivation is higher than yours. I was born before you, and I am Shizun's eldest disciple. So, no matter how you look at it, I am your elder brother."

Shaogong was speechless with an expressionless face.

Shao Ho turned his head and snickered. He didn't expect Chang Qin to be Shaogong's nemesis. Hahaha ~

Seeing Shaogong leave in a huff, Chang Qin, who thought of herself as a good elder brother, quickly followed. Because of her small steps, she was panting slightly when she spoke. "Alright, little brother, don't be angry ~ At worst, um … you don't have to call me elder brother?

But I have to call you younger brother ~ "

Shaogong's face darkened. He looked at this idiot with disdain, snorted coldly and ignored him. But his footsteps were considerate and slowed down a little.

"Little brother, this way ~ My room is this way ~"

"Hmph."

Shaogong stiffened for a moment, then obediently turned around and followed Chang Qin. Seeing that he was walking too slowly, she held his hand in disdain. "Let's go."

Chang Qin secretly raised her head and glanced at his slightly red ears. She lowered her head and couldn't help but snicker.

Little brother was really a tsundere as Shizun had said.

After watching the show, Hongjun also returned to the West Hall and continued to be an otaku for ten thousand years.

Shao Ho?

She looked at Tongtian and smiled gently. She walked over and gently put her hand on his shoulder, watching him raise his head in shock like a rabbit. "Little Tongtian, why don't Auntie play with you for a while?"

She slid her hand down and took his hand, then led him to the East Hall. Tongtian looked at Lao Tzu and Primeval Lord of Heaven with tears in his eyes. The two of them gave him a look of schadenfreude, then turned around and left.