Water began to gush out of An Luye's mouth, and before Lin Qianzai could prepare to help An Luye up, the water actually floated.

A large number of crystal clear water droplets gathered at a palm's distance on An Yuye's face, forming a circular mirror.

What Lin Qianzai saw was a little girl in red cotton clothes with pigtails and sugar gourds in her hand, who was jumping up and running into the alley.

A person wearing a white robe landed in front of Xiao Nizi, his face could not be seen clearly, but Xiao Nizi's eyes were shining with stars.

"Grandpa Fairy! Does Grandpa Fairy eat sugar gourds?"

Xiao Nizi showed a row of white teeth, shook the sugar gourd in her hand with a smile, and asked.

"Grandpa Fairy is looking for a fairy!

The man, shaking his head, stretched out his left hand and touched Xiao Nizi's head, the hand behind his back had already begun to pinch the trick.

In the next picture, Lin Qianzai's two eyes were bloodshot, what a good child, her childhood was reduced to a sword used to compete for the so-called Dao spiritual weapon.

Lin Qianzai's fists were clenched, he understood that such a thing was definitely not once or twice, and he didn't dare to think about what kind of fate would happen to the children who didn't survive it in this way.

Lin Qianzai kept everything he saw in mind, this was not only an encounter with demons on the night of An's death, but also a question of Lin Qianzai's heart on the road to becoming a god.

Lin Qianzai closed his eyes, pinched his hands, opened his eyes again, looked at the water tray of An Kill, and saw his own yard.

He remembered that according to the etiquette of the Junzi Kingdom and the person with the crown, he had to go to the temples of various cities and cities to worship the god of Wuhou in the country, in order to get the most important sword in his life.

The father pushed open the familiar door, looked at himself in his sleep, and with great affection he picked himself up, washed quickly, and threw himself into the carriage.

............

"Dad, what are we doing here?"

Lin Qianzai leaned in the carriage, yawned, looked at his father, and asked.

"The Buddha fights for a stick of incense, don't interrupt it! Fortunately, the sacrifice of this city temple is a good friend with your father! The back door opened for you must be grasped!"

Lin Bowan patted Lin Qianzai's head and reminded him seriously. After several twists and turns, they came to the city temple before the ceremony began.

Lin Qianzai covered his nose and walked forward, Lin Bowan thought that his son couldn't smell the fragrance of tribute, but now that he had entered the city temple, it was disrespectful to cover the seven orifices, so he could only gesture to let his son endure for a while.

As soon as Lin Qianzai raised his feet and entered the statue to worship the martial marquis of his country, he clearly felt a coercion attacking him.

But Lin Qianzai looked up at the idol, and the idol quickly collected the divine power and remained motionless.

"Son! Come on! This is the tribute incense, you take it, kowtow to the Hou Ye San, and put the incense into the incense burner, even if the ceremony is completed!"

Lin Baiwan handed the incense handed to him by the priest in the Taoist robe, handed it to Lin Qianzai, and whispered in his ear.

Lin Qianzai nodded and was about to kneel, but at this moment, the stone statue moved by itself and turned its back to Lin Qianzai. Lin Baiwan grabbed Lin Qianzai and motioned him not to kneel, just take the incense in his hand.

"This, this, this, what does it mean? Sacrifice?" The priest's face was not very good-looking, and he pulled Lin Baiwan out of the temple and whispered to him.

"This Wuhou does not worship, there are only two possibilities, the first is that he has been recorded by the gods, that is, he can ask the immortals, and the second is the ......"

"What's two?

Lin Baiwan said a little anxiously when he saw the bitter face of the sacrifice.

"These two are not long in life, Wuhou doesn't admit it!" This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, Lin Baiwan's eyes turned black, and he almost fell to the ground.

Lin Bowan looked at the child holding the tribute incense, and his eyes were full of despair.

Lin Qianzai turned to look at the statue that had turned his back, and for the first time he had a disgusted thought.

"Congratulations, congratulations!" a man in a white gauze robe walked from the gate with a smile. "Who are you, how did you get in?"

The priest looked at the white-clothed old man who came in from the main gate, and said with a grim look in his eyes.

"The realm sacrifice that you can count with these two fingers, should you squeeze your eyebrows at the old man?"

The old man in the Taoist robe pinched the trick with one hand, and a disc slowly emerged from his left hand.

"It turned out to be an immortal chief, how offended! Hurry up and be affectionate!" The priest's face immediately changed, and he gestured to Lin Bowan as he spoke.

"Needless to say, I'm here for that Wuhou doll who doesn't kneel!"

The old immortal waved his hand, signaling Lin Baiwan not to live in courtesy.

"Immortal Chief, what kind of sect are you, can you keep my son?" Lin Baiwan directly grabbed the old man and asked.

"Don't worry, he's exactly the good seedling I'm looking for! I'm a scattered immortal Taoist of Caixia Mountain, and it just so happens that this year, the Tai Sui God is going to re-light the sky lantern, and the Qilu Immortal Family is going to participate in the parade ceremony, I don't know what you think?"

The old immortal elder put down Lin Bowan's hand gently, beckoned to Lin Qianzai, and said with a smile.

"This ?......"

Lin Baiwan looked at the sacrifice who bowed his head, the priest looked up at Lin Baiwan, nodded quickly, and muttered with his mouth, Lin Baiwan read the lips, and then let go of the hand that stopped Lin Qianzai.

"Then we'll go!" the old immortal chief turned around and pulled Lin Qianzai towards the door.

Seeing this, Lin Qianzai stretched out his hand to dispel the extra mist from the water tray in front of him, recalling that when the master fooled his father, he actually believed it, not only was there no so-called parade, but even the sacrifice was a beggar in disguise that the master bought with money.

How much he suffered, Lin Qianzai still remembers, in comparison, his master, when he sent himself home for the first time, confessed his mistake to his father and took the initiative to reveal his identity, so An Jiye may not be able to remember who his parents are for the rest of his life!

Lin Qianzai suppressed his curiosity and looked at the water plate.

At this time, An Luye had long hair and waist-length hair, and became a lady in a mountain villa.

Lin Qianzai guessed that maybe it was Anshi Bodhi, after he was old and had nothing to rely on, he began to feel that the children he raised were his last thoughts, but his sins, even if they were bystanders, would not let him go.

The water dish fell down after An Luye took out his sword to defeat the heart demon slave Sandalwood, An Luye got up directly, wiped the water on his face, looked around, Lin Qianzai grabbed her hand and said from the heart.

"Congratulations!"

An Luye stabilized his mind, first smiled, then took his hand, and did not forget to slap Lin Qianzai's claws and wipe his face, and then spoke.

"You've won! Say what!

Lin Qianzai changed places, stretched, and then fell to the ground and said.

"You beast harnesser! Show me a few days! Not now! I'm tired! I'm going to sleep!"

An Luye left where he was lying, picked a windy place, and began to yawn and say.

"Okay, I'll sleep too! Fix that troublesome man, take care of it! I need to make up for sleep!"

"Well, I died no less than a hundred times, and I was finally defeated!

Lin Qianzai closed his eyes and said with a chirp.

When An Luye heard this, he immediately understood that Lin Qianzai had also seen his own merger, so he touched a stone and threw it over.

"Don't speak ill of me outside!"

Tang Guomo went to the sword hall in the city, the little cabbage hit the wall again and again, got up with difficulty, and continued to move forward with the wooden sword, Nu Sandalwood turned his back to Xiaobai, clenched the sword in his hand, pinched the right time, and hit the little cabbage in the chest with the sword body, and the little cabbage flew out upside down again, but this time it stopped in the air.

"What a cabbage eater, do you have a burning stick in your hand?

Ninety-eight put the little cabbage down and punched him in the head, which looked very powerful, but in fact, the little cabbage didn't feel any pain at all.

"It's Master, apprentice knows!"

The little cabbage nodded, held the wooden sword in his hand, and ran over again, this time he did not choose to attack head-on, but instead made a detour from the side, and successfully used his stomach to come to the knee of the slave sandalwood, and the real collision, the little cabbage spun several times in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

Ninety-eight The old man's face darkened, and he spoke.

"Remove the weeds in the vegetable field! Copy the mental method of the Sword Hall for me a hundred times! Nu Sandalwood, you and the teacher will come out!"

"It's Master!"

Nu Sandalwood put the wooden sword back in its place, touched the little cabbage that came to put the sword with his head down, walked quickly to Ninety-Eight, and walked out with him.

The sunset in Mo Xiangcheng is an astonishing stroke drawn by Tiangong with orange ink.

Ninety-eight looked at the lanterns hanging in some places in the city, and whispered to the slave sandalwood.

"Above the Tang Dynasty, the struggle is fierce, I'm afraid there will be another moth, you start from Mo Xiangcheng now, go all the way to the west, as long as there is a place where the Dark Alliance is stationed, try to avoid it, see if the seventeen Junxian of Kyushu and the old fox are involved, as for your senior sister, if you want to visit her, just go!"

Slave Sandalwood bowed and walked away quickly.

Bypassing the noisy street when night fell, Nu Sandalwood came to the place where her senior sister Meili was stationed.

At the city gate, Nu Sandalwood saw a woman sitting on a chair and staring at the green mountains in the distance.

"Senior sister, I'm coming to see you!"

Nu Sandalwood was in a very complicated mood, she thought about it for a long time, but she still only said this sentence.

"But, what new order did Master say?"

Mei Li turned her head, looked at Nu Sandalwood with an expressionless face and said coldly.

"No! How long are you going to be fined?"

Nu Sandalwood looked at Mei Li's empty eyes, clenched her hands tightly, and lowered her head and said.

"It's been a long time!

Mei Li looked into the distance, did not let the wind blow her hair, and said coldly.

"Lin Qianzai, he will come back to you! Please bear with me!"

Nu Sandalwood really couldn't stand it, Mei Li's current appearance, thinking of that person, opened her mouth and said.

"Who is he? What does he have to do with me? If there is no order from the master, you better go back! I will continue to garrison this place!"

Mei Li's face didn't fluctuate at all, and she finished speaking, motionless, as if she was a stone statue with a brilliant appearance.

Nu Sandalwood turned around and left, went down the city gate building, Nu Sandalwood found a place where there was no one, isolated a piece of heaven and earth, and screamed.

After the slave sandalwood vented, she bought a carriage and embarked on a journey alone.

Mei Li looked down at the carriage out of the city, got up and lit the lantern, returned to her room, sat on the bed, and muttered to herself.

"Who is he? Who is he? Who is he?"

Mei Li's eyes flowed with tears, she sat on the bed, and kept repeating his name, until the next morning, she didn't remember who he was, and this situation lasted for a long time, until someone reported that the city lord, the city gate building was flooded, and when Ninety-eight felt it, she was very distressed, and she used magic to fix Mei Li's eyes, so that she forgot those three words again.

He covered Mei Li with a quilt and told her to rest, and with his rough hands, he stroked Mei Li's crying and wrinkled face, and said distressedly.

"There's no way, just let the master be a bad guy once, if he can't be strong, you don't have a second Yin Virtue to change. Rest well! What we can't do, you have to do!"