After being cremated, Master Shinzen needs to perform seven consecutive days of ritual in the temple.

And these, it is inconvenient for Bai Phantom Night to be present.

So, he said goodbye to Abbot Xiaoxiang, and after leaving the Burning Lamp Temple, he glanced at the sky and found that from going out in the morning, to now, unconsciously, it was actually evening.

There was a sound of "cooing" in the abdomen at the right time.

After repeated changes, he almost forgot that he had not eaten half a grain of rice water until now for his own day.

At this time, when I was free, I couldn't bear it anymore.

"It's time to go home. ”

Although I was afraid of the angry expression that my father might have after knowing that he hadn't come back from drinking.

But as soon as he thought that a thick fog would envelop the whole city, although Xiyu City was protected by a bright light glass, and idle demons would not be able to enter the city, but the matter of the white giant ape sounded a wake-up call for him.

The Bright Light Mirror, the magic weapon of Xiyu City, is just a low-grade magic weapon.

And low-grade magic weapons, the role is limited, for low-level demon beasts is indeed a forbidden place for life and death, but for those big demons like white apes, it is nothing, if you want to come, you can go.

Therefore, the magic weapon is not omnipotent, just in case, it is better to hurry home.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but gradually quicken his pace.

The fog gradually thickened.

On the street, the day is lively and noisy, and at night, there are scattered and lonely people, and there are few pedestrians.

Bai Phantom Night looked up, and suddenly saw that outside the entire Xiyu City, as the sun fell in the west, those gray fogs seemed to have lost the power of suppression, and quickly gathered from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the entire outside of Xiyu City was already filled with a gray sea of fog.

But at this moment, three hundred miles east of the city.

Suddenly, in the endless sea of fog, a mountain peak emitting a faint blue light suddenly appeared, standing among the clouds, looking like a sword in the sky.

At the top of the mountain, one after another sword qi soared into the sky, forming a huge ancient sword array, like a shield, enveloping the entire mountain in it.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, shining brightly, and as soon as all the gray mist arrived to the side, it dissipated as if it had encountered the scorching sun, leaving the eighty miles near the high mountain in an absolutely safe range.

"That's Xiao Yuxiao Mountain!"

Seeing this, Bai Phantom Ye's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of envy and yearning.

He knew that it was the only immortal sect on the Ganlan Road in the northwest of the entire Great Confucianism, Xiaoyuxiao Mountain, with masters like clouds.

There has never been a demon beast that dares to bully the eighty-mile range near Xiaoyuxiao Mountain.

Qiu Dazhong, the owner of the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, was from Xiaoyuxiao Mountain, but he was just a lay disciple of Xiaoyuxiao Mountain, and he never had the opportunity to really enter this immortal blessed land.

And in this world, only the Immortal Family Sect dares to stand directly in the gray mist, not afraid of the erosion of demons and monsters.

Bai Phantom Night suddenly remembered the nightmare he had every day.

In the nightmare, it was his father who led him through the gray fog and drove thousands of miles under the watchful eyes of countless dinosaurs.

But how did my father pass through these tens of millions of miles?

From the distant Confucian Emperor to the northwestern and most border of the Great Confucian, the road in the middle is more than tens of thousands of miles.

In these tens of millions of miles, it is impossible for the two of them to travel under the scorching sun all the time, and sometimes when they walk in the wild, they will inevitably encounter heavy rain or foggy weather, but his father can lead him all the way to Xiyu City unharmed.

Doesn't that mean that my father also understands the method of cultivation?

But my father never told me all this.

And it's a pity that Bai Phantom Night was still young at that time, only four years old, and his memory was not deep.

It's just that if his father really knows how to practice, why don't he want to teach him?

Moreover, he has such a profound cultivation, but why does he have to buy drunk with wine every day after he arrives in the Western Rumor, and he doesn't ask about everything, which is not like a cultivator at all.

What happened to my father?

There are thousands of doubts in my heart, which were not obvious before, but after today's events, there are thousands of doubts in Bai Phantom Night's heart, and I am extremely eager to unlock these long-sealed secrets.

It's just that today, Abbot Xiaoxiang promised to pass on a method of cultivation to him.

If he can succeed in cultivating and have the ability to walk through the gray fog in the future, does it mean that one day, even if his father doesn't say it, he will be able to use his own ability to uncover all the mysteries and know why his father suddenly left the Great Confucian Emperor's capital, and led him to avoid this Western Song City all the way.

And where did the mother, whom he never mentioned, go?

Thinking of this, Bai Phantom Night's footsteps quickened slightly, and finally took advantage of the last moment of the dense fog to besiege the city, and rushed back to his home, in a simple slum alley in the east of the city, in a simple stone tile house.

......

Back home, Bai Xuanye's father, Bai Pojun, had already gotten up and was sitting on the bed, staring silently outside the house in a daze.

Hearing the movement of going home, Bai Pojun did not rebuke him as he expected, but said lightly: "I'm back." ”

"Hmm!"

Gently agreed, Bai Huanye breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly took off the blood-stained clothes on his body, and said loudly to Bai Pojun: "Father, I'll go cook first." ”

After speaking, he immediately walked to the kitchen on the side to wash rice and vegetables.

Bai Pojun watched in silence as he took off his blood-stained cloth clothes, his eyes flickered, and a faint melancholy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't say a word, and he didn't ask what happened in the white phantom night and day.

A moment later, the meal was cooked, and the father and son were munching on the table.

Today's white fantasy night is really hungry, from morning to night, without eating a drop of rice, three bowls of rice in a row, barely filling the stomach.

And his father, Bai Pojun, only ate a few bites hastily, then stopped eating, returned to the bed, turned his back to Bai Phantom Night, and lay down to sleep.

Seeing this, Bai Huanye had a stomach in his heart, but he couldn't ask, so he could only wash the dishes and chopsticks, and then silently returned to his small bed.

glanced at my father.

He originally thought that his father would have a lot to ask him today, such as why he came back so late, why he came back in bloody clothes, and what happened today?

But he didn't expect that everything was as usual, his father didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, and even if he saw it, it should not exist.

He didn't feel good in his heart for a while, he was afraid that the other party would mention it, but at this time, he only felt empty.

He didn't know why it was happening.

Secretly clenched his fists, he also lay down with his clothes, and said secretly: "Don't worry, father, one day, I will find out by myself." ”

Nothing was said all night.

Starting on the second day, Bai Phantom Night continued to go to the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall to sweep the courtyard.

However, this time, in order to avoid the reproaches of Xin Wenxuan, Zhang Dahai and others, he avoided them when he saw them coming, but nothing major happened.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed.

On this day, after the completion of the work from the martial arts hall, Bai Huanye finally arrived at the most anticipated moment, he came to the front of the Burning Lamp Temple as promised, under the leadership of a gray-clothed monk in the temple, Bai Huanye came to the abbot's room in the backyard again, and saw the abbot sitting on the stone collapse of the abbot's room, still wearing a white monk's robe, but the whole person has an inexplicable majestic temperament of the abbot of Xiaoxiang.

In just three days, just along the way, the Burning Lamp Temple was full of grace and no chaos.

The monks in the temple, although they are still immersed in a sad atmosphere, have begun to welcome guests again, and they know that this Xiaoxiang abbot has a level of governance, at a young age, when he first ascended to the throne, he can suppress the monks, so that the temple is not chaotic at all, but can quickly recover his vitality.

This is truly extraordinary.

But this has nothing to do with him, he is here today to ask Abbot Xiaoxiang for the method of cultivation.

Seeing him coming, Abbot Xiaoxiang, who was sitting cross-legged on the rockfall, seemed to have his eyes closed and settled, and suddenly opened his eyes.

and his eyes were as bright as the stars of heaven.

Looking at the white fantasy night, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Xiaoxiang's abbot's mouth, and said: "Donor, you really arrived as scheduled, very good, then let's start!"

When Bai Huanye heard this, he suddenly perked up, and his face showed a look of expectation.