"The name is just a title, didn't the master just say it......" Hua Weiluo waved his hand indifferently, and dragged the round sleeve robe directly out of the hall.

Outside the hall is a courtyard, there are many ancient trees in the courtyard, among which the old banyan tree is the majority, the early morning sun shines through the intertwined branches of the old banyan tree, sprinkling a mottled light and shadow on the ground, and the cool air carries a trace of summer sunny day, lingering in the nose.

Hua Weiluo listened to Zhiyuan's junior brother babbling about the structure of this Taoist temple, and his thoughts drifted everywhere.

"Senior sister, this old banyan tree is more than a hundred years old according to Master." Zhiyuan saw that the flowers had not fallen and patronized the old banyan tree in a daze, so he kindly explained to her.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Hua Weiluo nodded absentmindedly while continuing to be in a daze.

"Ah, Second Senior Brother, good morning!!" Zhiyuan suddenly changed his tone and respectfully greeted a figure standing under the old banyan tree.

What the!!?? Second Senior Brother??

Could it be the legendary Zhu Bajie??

The flower came back to her senses suddenly, and followed the sound of the round, and looked ahead.

Then, the gaze involuntarily attracted to the person.

It was a man of great indifference and elegance.

When he heard Zhiyuan greet him, he had already turned around slightly, nodded faintly at him, and then his eyes fell on Hua Weiluo's body.

That person had a pair of deep and clear eyes, as if they were a clear spring in summer, refreshing people's hearts, and the bright sunlight shone on his body, reflecting his white robe with a hazy halo.

The dappled light and shadow cast by the old banyan tree sprinkled on his body, making time seem to stand still in that moment, and his thin and straight figure stood there, as if with the arrogance from the mountains, and as if it was a clear breeze on the horizon, not contaminated with a trace of dust.

The white robe wrapped around his slender body, as if he had descended from an immortal, made people involuntarily hold their breath.

His skin was as fair as a piece of fine snow jade, and even though he didn't wear any jewelry on his body, the beauty between his eyebrows was still amazing. His slender eyebrows were slightly raised, like a shock, the straight bridge of his nose outlined a perfect arc, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, shimmering with a faint pink in the bright sun.

Really a picturesque person.

Hua Weiluo blinked, and saw the man walk out of his coat under the old banyan tree, his white robe fluttering like a butterfly as he walked, and the calmness and elegance of strolling were all with innate nobility and elegance.

With such eyebrows and eyes, she couldn't help but think: a humble gentleman, gentle as jade.

With such a look, she could hardly take her eyes off it.

But on his handsome and delicate face, his eyes were as deep as a clear spring in a secluded mountain, but they seemed to reveal a cold Lingguang.

Hua Weiluo looked at his figure gradually walking away, and couldn't help but speak: "Hey, that little Taoist over there, uh...... Little junior brother!! Why don't you call me Senior Sister?? ”

"......" The handsome back was slightly stunned, his footsteps stopped, turned his head, and glanced at her lightly, but he didn't speak.

"You...... Is it dumb?? Hua Weiluo saw that he didn't respond to Zhiyuan's words just now, so he guessed.