Chapter 385 The Peak of Humanity
Not long after, Lu Ran smeared a layer of cake cream on Qiao Yuanxi's little face.

The atmosphere of the birthday party gradually improved.

The family of four was talking and laughing, chatting about everything under the sun.

When talking about Lu Ran's birthday present, Qiao Yuanxi couldn't hold back anymore: "Brother, let's give that Tianchen Sword a name!"

Lu Ran suddenly felt a headache!
Qiao Yuanxi was full of anticipation: "Do you want me to get it for you?"

Lu Ran quickly begged for mercy: "Please don't! The sword names you gave me are too big. I can't control them."

"Tsk~" Qiao Yuanxi pouted in dissatisfaction, "You're still a genius, but you don't have any confidence at all."

Lu Ran peeled a shrimp and put it on his mother's plate. Suddenly, he had an idea:
"How about, Mom, help me give this knife a name?"

Qiao Wanjun looked at her son with a half-smile: "Okay."

Lu Ran suddenly felt something was wrong!

Wait!
Now that my mother has given me a name for the sword, can I control it myself?
It's over, something big happened!
It was all her fault that she was blinded for a moment and didn't want Qiao Yuanxi to choose a name. After all, most of the names she prepared were taken from fantasy novels.

I want to point those names up to the sky!
You know, the name of a knife is likely to be linked to the field of future magic weapons.

It is equivalent to a training direction.

The name my mother gave me would definitely not be as fancy as the ones in fantasy novels.

But it will definitely be the best in the world!
But Lu Ran got carried away and said it.

He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Forget it, I'll think about it myself."

Qiao Wanjun picked up the shrimp with chopsticks: "Hmm?"

The slightly rising nasal tone carries a hint of doubt and a sense of oppression that is unique to parents.

Lu Ran changed his words decisively, and said in a shockingly timid way: "Please give me a name!"

After taking a bite of the boiled shrimp, Qiao Wanjun nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."

It is not known whether she was praising the food or praising her son for his courage to face challenges.

"Aunt Qiao, how have you been lately?" Jiang Ruyi asked at the right time, "Is your cultivation going well?"

"It's okay." Qiao Wanjun responded to the girl's words, with a little tenderness in her brows.

The girl has a fairy-like appearance, is gentle and lovely, and her heart and eyes are full of Lu Ran.

Qiao Wanjun was indeed becoming more and more satisfied the more she looked at it.

She looked at Lu Ran, her words seemed like an admonition, but also like a reminder: "Treasure it well."

Lu Ran nodded heavily: "When I'm done with this phase, my mother should have come out of confinement.

At that time, Ruyi and I will hold our wedding!"

"Okay, okay! Wedding!" Qiao Yuanxi automatically ignored a lot of things, his eyes sparkling, and he had already started fantasizing.

These two short words seem particularly touching.

Jiang Ruyi picked up the red wine beside her and took a sip, her movements graceful and natural.

But her slightly flushed cheeks and the look she secretly gave Lu Ran betrayed her inner feelings.

"This matter is settled." Qiao Wanjun made the decision and endorsed Lu Ran's words.

"Decided!" Lu Ran nodded heavily, picked up the wine glass beside him and drank it all in one gulp.

After three rounds of wine, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves.

Qiao Wanjun got up and left, while Lu Ran and others were cleaning up the dishes in the restaurant.

Maybe it was because she drank some wine, Jiang Ruyi's face was red, like an attractive peach, and she was exceptionally beautiful.

Lu Ran likes it very much, but a certain Huadeng disciple is conscientious and acts as a light bulb on the side.
It's very uncomfortable~
He had been looking for an opportunity to kiss that pretty face, but before he could succeed, he heard a voice calling.

"Burning."

"Mom?" Lu Ran's evil thoughts disappeared completely.

Jiang Ruyi and Qiao Yuanxi were both a little confused and looked at Lu Ran.

"Come to the study."

This time, Jiang Qiao and the others also faintly heard the woman's voice.

"Study?" Lu Ran was a little surprised.

Is that where I should go?
"Here." The ginger tea had just been brewed, so Jiang Ruyi immediately poured a cup for Lu Ran.

Lu Ran took the ginger tea and walked quickly towards the study.

As always, the door was closed.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

Although he was invited, Lu Ran still knocked on the door politely.

"Come in." A faint voice came from inside the room.

Lu Ran suddenly felt dazed and recalled that night a few years ago.

I remembered myself holding the hot milk, sensitive and cautious.

"Ranran?"

The person in the room spoke again, his voice much gentler.

Qiao Wanjun was like an omniscient and omnipotent god. With gentle words, she led Lu Ran out of that dark night.

"Click."

Lu Ran opened the door and the fresh scent of jasmine filled his face.

The woman knelt in front of the desk and put down the brush in her hand.

She turned her head to look at the corner of the desk, admiring the beautiful weeping fairy jasmine: "Is this the gift you gave me?"

"Yes, does the temperament of this flower resemble Ruyi?" Lu Ran said with a smile.

Qiao Wanjun raised her head and looked at Lu Ran. Her eyes seemed to be able to see through the world.

You can also see through his little thoughts at a glance.

"Hehe." Lu Ran smiled embarrassedly.

"Come in."

"Oh." Lu Ran entered the room, closed the door, came to the desk, and knelt down opposite his mother.

"I like it very much." Qiao Wanjun smiled gently and took the teacup handed to her by her son.

Much gentler than she had just been at the birthday party.

As a result, the fairy jasmine flowers in the corner of the desk seemed even more graceful.

Lu Ran's eyes fell on the desk and saw the calligraphy she had just completed: "What is this?"

Suddenly, a long sword came flying, and the tip of the sword lifted the silk rope above the hanging scroll and slowly flew towards the wall.

A moment later, another piece of calligraphy appeared next to the scroll with the word "sword" written on it.

On the vertically hung scroll, there are four large characters written from top to bottom - The Sea of ​​Clouds is Clear and the Dust is Clear.

It wasn’t as sharp as the word “sword”, but it also made Lu Ran secretly shocked.

The dragons and phoenixes dance freely and easily.

Gradually, Lu Ran became mesmerized by the sight.

Qiao Wanjun took a sip of tea and did not disturb Lu Ran, allowing him to comprehend on his own.

After a long while, Lu Ran asked, "Mom, what does this mean?"

Qiao Wanjun held the warm teacup in both hands, her eyes gentle: "The name of your sword."

Lu Ran: “.”

What do you mean?
His doubts were written all over his face.

Qiao Wanjun couldn't help laughing and asked softly, "What is the sea of ​​clouds?" Lu Ran: "The sea of ​​clouds in the sky?"

Qiao Wanjun nodded slightly and uttered eight words: "Unpredictable, covering the mountains and rivers."

Lu Ran thought quietly and didn't think his mother was simply describing the natural scenery.

Qiao Wanjun drank another sip of ginger tea, looked at the light tea soup, and said lightly:
"The sea of ​​clouds is magnificent and high, always towering above all living things."

Lu Ran finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

Qiao Wanjun raised her eyes and looked at Lu Ran: "It can't be dispersed, it will exist forever."

Lu Ran suddenly asked, "Really?"

Qiao Wanjun sighed softly: "There has never been any equality in this world.

To ordinary people, power and wealth are like the sea of ​​clouds hanging over people's heads.

There are thousands of disciples on Jinghong Peak. To them, I am the sea of ​​clouds."

Lu Ran nodded silently, understanding what his mother meant.

The so-called "sea of ​​clouds" she mentioned exists objectively and cannot be eliminated.

Wherever there are people, there will be distinctions between high and low, and between noble and humble.

There will be a ruling class and a ruled class.

Qiao Wanjun smiled and said, "Similarly, for believers and even the entire human race, the gods are the sea of ​​clouds covering the human world."

"Gulp." Lu Ran's Adam's apple rolled.

My dear mother!

What are you doing?

Qiao Wanjun changed the subject: "The sea of ​​clouds is clear, the most important thing is the clearness of the clouds."

Lu Ran suppressed the turmoil in his heart and repeated in a low voice: "Chen Qing."

Qiao Wanjun's eyes were gentle, but she said something shocking: "The sea of ​​clouds cannot be dispersed, but you can use your knife to wash away the dust in it.

Let the clouds in the sky become purer.

Until there is no dust left."

Lu Ran:!!!
As for what "dust" was, he didn't need his mother to explain it to him.

Good guy~
This is the name of the knife.
Just now at the dinner table, I asked that question unnecessarily!
"Mother."

"Ok?"

"I think you don't want me to train a magic weapon."

"Haha~" Qiao Wanjun chuckled, "I still remember your speech at the award ceremony.

Aren’t you very ambitious?”

Lu Ran was silent for a moment, then said, "What I want is to eliminate all the evil spirits in the world."

The implication is that he was thinking about slaying demons, and his gaze was not on the camp of gods.

But the "sea of ​​clouds" that Qiao Wanjun mentioned has nothing to do with the evil camp!
But it directly points to the faction of gods!

Or should we say, it is the dust in the "Sea of ​​Clouds of Gods".

this.
"Oh." Qiao Wanjun did not comment.

These were the eyes as deep as a pool of dark water, staring directly into Lu Ran's eyes with a special meaning.

Lu Ran's body was tense. It was really hard to remain calm when being stared at by such a powerful person in the world.

Even if Lu Ran knew it clearly, she would not hurt herself.

Lu Ran looked away and raised his eyes to the words hanging on the wall: "Mom."

Qiao Wanjun did not respond, but just looked at Lu Ran quietly.

Lu Ran continued: "Look at the ink dripping from the words."

Since Qiao Wanjun had just finished writing and hung it up with the magic weapon, there were traces of ink flowing down the paper from the brush words that had not yet dried.

Lu Ran whispered, "Does it look like the blood your son is about to bleed?"

Qiao Wanjun laughed dumbly and picked up the warm ginger tea: "Do you like this name?"

The room fell into silence, with only the quiet sound of the woman drinking tea.

Lu Ran looked at the ink flowing on the words for a long time without saying a word.

If I say I like it,
Are you expressing your opinion?

Or maybe we should think that during this trip to Shenxu, some secrets will eventually be revealed.

Is mother giving herself some advance notice?

"Pick one." Seeing that her son refused to speak, Qiao Wanjun finally changed the subject.

Two magical swords flew out of the study, hung upside down in the air, and appeared in front of Lu Ran.

Lu Ran was confused: "Pick one?"

Qiao Wanjun nodded gently: "I will escort you."

Escort?

Her magic weapon is connected to her spirit.

But Lu Ran has many secrets that cannot be revealed for the time being.

He thought for a moment and refused, "Thank you, Mom. No."

"Hmm?" Qiao Wanjun frowned slightly.

In front of Lu Ran, she tried her best to remain friendly.

But at this moment, she was a little confused and a little dissatisfied.

When a child travels a long distance, having a magic weapon or a sharp sword by his side will not only make him safer, but it will also allow Qiao Wanjun and Lu Ran to have a connection.

Although such a connection would be very weak, there would at least be a trace of it.

It is impossible for Lu Ran not to understand this, which is why Qiao Wanjun was unhappy.

Lu Ran shook his head: "No, Mom, I still have to grow up on my own.

Ultimately, I have to rely on myself, and I can’t always think that I have a way out and that I have your protection.”

Qiao Wanjun picked up the ginger tea and said calmly, "Really?"

Lu Ran was silent for a long time, then looked at the woman: "I have my own magic weapon, Xiaguang Jiye, and I have my own combat system.

During this trip, I also need to cultivate my Eight Desolations Annihilation.

Cultivate my cloud sea and clear dust."

Qiao Wanjun's hand holding the ginger tea paused slightly.

He accepted the name.

She took a sip of tea and looked up at Lu Ran: "Have you thought about it?"

Lu Ran nodded gently: "I've thought about it."

In fact, I’ve thought about it a long time ago!
Since I became Xianyang's disciple, all I see is a pile of stones, no more gods.

My target has never been limited to the evil camp.

So... the sea of ​​clouds is clear!

"Om!!"

Suddenly, a violent energy surged out from Lu Ran's body.

(End of this chapter)