On the second day, Mo Qingye was kicked awake by the child in his belly before he got up.

The great master, who was not waiting for the fireworks in the world, had been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time, watching her lazily go out, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Su Jinyan said that the monkey child was used to it all day long.

Bai Zijin and Chang Ning packed their things early in the morning, and a room of people ate breakfast before they were ready to go out.

The great master was dressed in white, and his whole body was filled with a sense of coldness that could not be blasphemed. At this time, he sat indifferently at the table, even if he was sitting on the altar, he probably looked so serious.

Bai Zijin's mouth moved, and he glanced at the master secretly. In other words, he really hasn't seen the master eat anything for so many years. In his eyes, the master is a man of God. Now he is wearing a sacrificial robe, and his eyes are silently looking at the bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge next to him, how to look at it.

"Huh? Dislike? Mo Qingye raised her eyebrows, although her life is not exquisite, eating has always been the most important thing for her. At this time, when he saw that the great master hadn't even touched the edge of the bowl, his face drooped down directly.

The great master inexplicably felt a chill on the back of his head, and the tips of his slender fingers moved. "Ugh." Feeling the threat in Mo Qingye's eyes. Directly picked up the small soup spoon, his face was cold and never changed, and he handed a spoonful to his mouth almost with a little fear.

With such a painful appearance, Bai Zijin couldn't bear to look at it directly. He had almost concluded that the master had really not eaten for so many years! Don't eat! Don't eat!!

Seeing that he ate half a bowl of porridge and some side dishes given to him by Mo Qingye, Tuanzi's face looked a little better.

The great master finished eating. Seeing that everyone in the room was happy to eat, Xiao Changning also diligently took another soup dumpling for the ancestor, and the great master looked at the wet little eyes, and ate another one. I didn't notice that I used to meditate and practice every day, and the days I lived in a drowsy way changed a lot.

For thousands of years, every day has been his salvation.

"Send a message to the crown prince and ask him to take people to the place of sacrifice to prepare everything." The great master safely took the handkerchief handed by Chang Ning and wiped his mouth.

Bai Zijin pursed his lips, I'm not angry, I'm not angry, I'm not angry!!

There was a heavy hum. Hearing this, Mo Qingye's teeth hurt. What's that. Can you not grind your teeth when you say yes?

A few people packed up and were about to go out, Yuan Song was lying by the door, his delicate eyebrows and eyes sneaking out. I saw that the white-haired man shrank his head slightly.

He knew that it was a great teacher who was admired by thousands of people and worshiped by thousands of people, and he wanted to question him. Why did there be such a disaster in Nancheng? But he didn't dare. See that face. Suddenly I was a little timid.

Mo Qingye naturally discovered him, but I'm afraid it's really inappropriate to know too much about today's affairs. The master brought such a few people, and each of them was just a disciple of the National Teacher's Mansion. Know what you shouldn't know. That's death.

Leaving Yuan Song's pitiful appearance, several people went out directly.

Someone in the neighborhood outside met him, but he was shocked and hurriedly looked away. The great power of the great country teacher is indeed extraordinary.

Mo Tuanzi didn't pay attention at all, from the time she took over everything in the National Teacher's Mansion, many people looked at her with more awe. Even those who dare to look directly at her face and eyes, which one is not a certain strong dragon. They are all wonderful people from all sides.

"Where is the cemetery? Shall we walk past? Mo Qingye glanced at the master in front of him suspiciously.

The great master's body stagnated slightly, and he said softly, "I have to be sincere to see her, so let's go over." The tone of voice is called an indifference.

Bai Zijin glanced at his master, and really wanted to ask, when he went to Mao himself, he arranged a carriage in the National Teacher's Mansion, and the master went by sitting. Well, maybe he got it. The master who has always ignored these chores has properly forgotten about the carriage.

When a few people finally stood at the foot of the firmament mountain, Mo Qingye was sweating slightly. Chang Ning's face was even more red, and he looked at the white-haired ancestor pitifully.

For Mao, she felt that her master was a little weak-hearted.

"This mountain actually has an aura." Mo Qingye wiped his fine sweat, and his willow eyebrows wrinkled slightly. It's all yellow, but there's a faint sense of vitality that hasn't been cut off.

"With her sheltering a landscape, who dares to move here." The Great Master muttered. His long white hair was a little messy because he had walked for a while.

But there was a feeling of falling off the altar directly.

In the past, the most incense was at the peak of incense on the Firmament Mountain, although it was rumored that the real tomb of the founding mother was here, but no one ever confirmed it. Instead, a large temple was built on this mountain, and a ladder to the top of the mountain was at the feet of several people.

Mo Qingye felt that when they climbed up, it was estimated that they would lose half their lives. The top of the mountain was almost covered in clouds, and Nima still had a piece of meat in her stomach.

Mo Qingye was full of resentment.

Now at the foot of the mountain, although there are no people who set up stalls, there are also people who want to climb up and let the rain god Niangniang see their piety, and climb up step by step against the hot sun.

The great master stood at the foot of the mountain, surprisingly in line with this side of the world.

With a few people, he turned left and right into a path where Ruth could not be found, and only a thick mud wall remained in front of him. Several of them were cultivators, but they could see the difference at a glance.

The great master's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a pinching of both hands, the mud wall in front of him shattered like glass.

Mo Qingye was stunned, and there was a sufficient aura permeating. The surrounding dry and yellowed plants can be seen to be rejuvenated, and clusters of new branches have been launched.

A few people pursed their lips and followed the steps.

It is like two heavens and two worlds with the firmament mountain. Outside it is about to be deserted and abandoned, but inside it is full of life. Mo Qingye glanced at the Great Master suspiciously, no matter how the aura here came from, it would definitely not be a natural generation.

She, the master, is colder than she imagined.

Mo Qingye was a little stunned, he had guarded one person for several lifetimes, and no matter how much sympathy he had, he was afraid that he would be attached to one person. Especially that person was involved with her, Mo Qingye's heart was slightly stinging.

"The Firmament Mountain is separated. Qiongshan is the world that people worship today, Cangshan is a mountain mountain, which was supported by me and her with aura, and became a world of its own. "If it weren't for the support of the aura, this mountain would have collapsed long ago. This used to be her favorite place.

The national teacher glanced at Mo Qingye slightly, and saw that she had a straight face, without the slightest joy. I sighed softly in my heart.

Mo Qingye pursed her lips, her right hand pressed slightly against her chest. For some reason, as soon as she came here, she felt as if something was calling her. It made her feel a little bored. (To be continued.) )