"Senior brother has changed a lot, and the smell on his body is getting bigger and bigger. Not long after I entered the Immortal Gate Sect, my senior brother and my master went to the human purgatory to practice, and then only the master came back. We, the junior brothers and sisters, surrounded the master for a long time and asked him, but the master only said that the senior brother was practicing in purgatory on earth. When we asked him when he would be able to come back, Master only said that he would come back when his purgatory practice was complete. A few of us waited in front of the mountain gate for a long time, but the senior brother never came back. ”

Abu lowered his head, unable to hide his loneliness.

Qisheng has some doubts, practicing in purgatory on earth?

In this way, this white-faced ghost is more like a move left here by the Xianmen Sage, but I don't know what he has experienced over the years, what does the Xianmen Sage want to do?

The white-bearded old man looked amiable and harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he was deep and difficult to fathom.

"I also met my senior brother when I went to purgatory on earth with my master this time, although he has changed a lot, but I still recognize him at a glance, and my senior brother will always be Abu's best senior brother. Abu laughed.

Although the senior brother's face has become weird, in Abu's heart, the senior brother will always be the eldest brother who walked in the courtyard with him on his back all night and put him to sleep when he was homesick in the mirrorless ruins.

"He hasn't been back to Mirrorless Ruins in years, do you know what he's doing here?" Qisheng asked.

She found that she couldn't talk to Abu and ask too many questions at once, his little head was very simple, and it was difficult to digest it at once, so she needed to guide it step by step.

"Practice~ Master said, when the senior brother's cultivation in the purgatory on earth is completed, he will return to the Mirrorless Ruins. "Asermon.

He never had any doubts about what Master said.

It's okay to deceive Abu, but it can't deceive her.

Where does that white-faced ghost have the temperament of a cultivator, the aura of slaughter, and the heavy weapon he carries with him, which is extremely cold, even from afar, he can smell a smell of blood.

I think she has seen some martial arts before she came here, and there will be all kinds of weapons in it, often talking about words like "sword qi", and even describing the duel between martial arts masters, even if the sword is not drawn, it will kill people invisibly, which is to use "sword qi" to kill.

At that time, Qisheng only thought it was exaggerated when he read it, but now that he really saw the weapon of the white-faced ghost, he knew that there was really such a weapon in this world.

You can feel a cold breath from afar, which makes people feel a chill rising from the soles of their feet.

Tut-tut, this is how much bloody resentment has to be contaminated, and how many mortal souls have been beheaded to have such a bad spirit.

"Then is he here to go back to the Mirrorless Ruins with you this time?" Qisheng asked.

"I don't know. Abu shook his head, looking a little lonely.

Although he really wanted his senior brother to go back with them, he didn't know if his cultivation in this purgatory was complete.

"Those people in black are also mirrorless ruins?" Qisheng pointed to the black-clothed people standing outside the house behind him.

"No, they're not, my senior brother is the only one in this group who is a cultivator of the Mirrorless Ruins. Abu said with great certainty.

"How do you know, you are still young, maybe some senior brothers went to this purgatory to practice before you entered the Immortal Gate Sect, it is possible that you have not seen it~ Why are you so convinced?" Qisheng asked.

"You can see the qi around them~ Turbid, they must be purgatory. Although my senior brother has also been in purgatory for many years, he still has a pure and peaceful qi to protect his body, so I can recognize it at a glance. "Asermon.

Qisheng smiled awkwardly, not understanding what Abu was saying at all.

Pure and turbid?

How could she not see at all, although he was older than her, but he was only a teenager, how could he recognize the so-called "qi"?

This white-faced ghost statue is the head of this group of black-clothed people, and before they entered the inn, this group of black-clothed people had arrived for several days, quietly observing all kinds of people in this inn, thinking that they must have some plans, but they don't know what the relationship between the Xianmen saints and this group of black-clothed people is?

As night fell, Qisheng and Abu returned to their room, which had only two beds.

The Xianmen saint was basically meditating at night, occupying only a corner of the bed, and Abu slept in it.

Seven gave birth to a girl and slept in a bed by herself.

It was quiet all around, the cold wind was howling outside the house, although he lit two stoves and covered his body with a thick quilt, he still felt cold, and his brows were knotted in his sleep, and he curled up and wrapped himself in a quilt.

The door suddenly opened, and someone entered, and the temperature in the room dropped several degrees sharply, as if a layer of frost had formed in an instant.

"You're here~" The Xianmen sage closed his eyes and spoke leisurely.

"Ahem, ahem...... Apprentice, apprentice to see Master. ”

The person who came knelt on the ground, his body was weak, his hair was pale, and his face was wrinkled, and he was even older than the saint of Xianmen.

"Why are you doing this?"

The Immortal Gate Saint slowly opened his eyes and looked at the gray-haired disciple on the ground, feeling unbearable.

"Disciple has no regrets!"

The man looked up at the Immortal Sect Sage, his eyes cloudy.

The Immortal Gate Sage sighed slightly and said, "Get up." ”

Outside the door, a man with a heavy sword on his back entered, and helped the old man up.

The three of them sat in the room, and the room was silent.

The old man, whose face was wrinkled and frail than a saint, looked at the sleeping child on the couch beside him.

Her breath was unsteady, and she woke up.

The corners of the Immortal Gate Sage's mouth rose slightly: "Little child, don't pay attention to it." ”

"Her biological mother is a single horn, and her biological father is General Dongchen Yanqi, but for some reason she became the Yu'er princess of the Northern Moroc Treasury, and she had a marriage contract with the Dongchen royal family and married Dongchen. This child seems to be related to the newly established unicorn organization to save the independence a few years ago, and the 70,000 unicorns that were originally going to be burned in the Dongchen Underground Palace should have been saved by her, but they don't know where they were hidden. Leng Feng looked at the pretending Seven Lives Dao.

The master said that there was no need to guard against it, so he simply said it bluntly.

"You are so smart and wise at such a young age...... cough cough ...... "The old man coughed incessantly, covered his mouth with a brocade handkerchief, and was stained with black blood.

The Xianmen sage took out a medicine bottle and said, "This medicine should last for half a year." ”

"Thank you Master for the medicine, but now this life has no meaning for Zuo Qi to last for a year or half a year. ”

The old man was pale and gray-haired, thin and out of shape, shriveled like a skeleton, although he was hunched back, but he was not short, and he must have been a different kind of grace when he was young.

"Do you have any entrustment?" asked the Xianmen sage.

The same cultivator has already seen through life and death, and the path of cultivation is slow, and the most important thing is parting, but after all, he is a disciple who teaches himself, and he can't bear it in the end.

The old man took out a brocade box from his arms and put it on the table and said: "Three years ago, my junior sister Zuo Wei, junior brothers Zuo Wei and Zuo Ling passed away one after another, and I naturalized their ice spirits into Dan, and I hope that the master will take them back to Wujingxu." ”

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