Mo Xiu cherished every moment with her, and after eating, everyone else went to do what they wanted to do, and he finally had the opportunity to be alone with Ye Fusang for a while.

The night was as cold as water, a man and a woman sat on the roof of the inn, leaning on Mo Xiu's shoulder and looking at the lights of Yuncheng, at this moment, Ye Fusang's heart was inexplicably calm.

Both of them were silent, both experiencing this rare moment.

"Why are you here?"

She still couldn't help but want to understand him, and after thinking about it for a long time, Ye Fusang finally asked in a tactful way.

"The master told me before he sat down, and he said that there was someone I was waiting for, so I came."

When it comes to the master, Mo Xiu's words are tinged with a touch of sadness, he has no memory of his childhood, he only knows that the master raised him, and on the day the master sat down, he said that if he wanted to get back his childhood memory, he would come down here, as long as he waited for that person, the memory would naturally recover.

But until now, Mo Xiu hadn't been able to wait for the person who had restored his memory, but he met Ye Fusang, the man who filled his half-empty heart.

"What is your master and his old man's parents like?"

Ye Fusang seemed to suddenly remember something, she slammed away from Mo Xiu's embrace, and filtered the information of the old man in the Xuantian Realm in her mind over and over again.

It was only for a moment, she seemed to see a lot of things clearly, from the inexplicable soul crossing to this place, to the mysterious old man Xuantian, and then the words of Empress Dongyao, and the scene that appeared in the sea of knowledge when she obtained the Minghuang Sword in the illusion, what is the connection between all this? Whether it was a mistake or someone deliberately did it, she wanted to find out the truth but didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

"This is what the master looked like before his old man sat down."

Then, Mo Xiu closed his eyes and meditated, only to see a palm-sized white phantom appear in front of him.

Looking at the appearance of the phantom, Ye Fusang's lips opened slightly, and his heart was very complicated, wasn't that phantom the old man in the Xuantian Realm?

No wonder she said why the old man was so abnormal at that time to speak for Mo Xiu, and said a bunch of inexplicable things.

She returned to the Xuantian Realm and called out loudly, but there was no figure of the old man in the Xuantian Realm, let alone answering her.

"Sangsang?"

"Sangsang, what's wrong with you?"

Ye Fusang suddenly didn't move, Mo Xiu called her a few times eagerly, why did he just show her the phantom left by the master before his death and become like this?

Hearing the call, Yafuso withdrew his thoughts, "I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

Why did Mo Xiu's master live in the Xuantian Realm? According to him, the old man should be dead, why does the soul still exist? It's all mysteries, and the mysteries she can't wait to solve seem to be covered with a veil that she can't open no matter what.

Judging from Mo Xiu's reaction just now, the old man has some weight in his heart, she wants to tell him that the old man is still alive, although it only exists in the form of a soul body, but she can't, the old man doesn't know whether to hide or recover now, she can't find his whereabouts at all.

After two days of wandering around Cloud City, the group returned to Yunqi Academy, although they did not say goodbye, Ye Fusang knew that after returning to the Academy, maybe he would leave.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, going back and forth to the three branches, Ye Fusang not only cultivated the fire attribute aura more handy, but also learned Lei Yan's housekeeping skills in the Lei Branch, and Lei Yan also loved her very much, and even taught her his killing moves.