Qisheng has been quietly listening to the stories of these people in the corner of the first floor, and the more he listens, the more interesting he feels.

These people have different identities and disparate statuses.

There are farmers, royal families, chivalrous, and even the cultivation gods of the Ethereal Mountain, and even Xiao Zhengliangfa is involved.

They gathered here one after another, although they had their own stories and their own purposes, but they all came for the Mirrorless Ruins and the Immortal Gate Saints.

Qisheng originally thought that the old man upstairs was just an ordinary person, and it was only because of those rumors that he had mythologized his identity.

But what he has seen and heard in the past few days, coupled with the "Returning to Life Pill" incident, has made Qisheng uneasy.

What is the origin of this immortal saint?

Chuwei, Xigong, Kuqila, Batu plus the two prime ministers of Xiao Zheng and Liangfa...... If all this is true.

Then the Dongchen Kingdom and the Northern Mo Kingdom, weren't they played by him between applause?

And these are only a small part of what she knows, how much of the things in this world are limited to him, or are they simply caused by him?

Thinking about this, Qisheng couldn't help but shudder.

What is the purpose of this immortal saint?

With such a painstaking effort and such a big chess game, what is he going to do?

But although this immortal saint is mysterious and unpredictable, Qisheng does not believe that he is an immortal.

In this world, there are traces of the cycle of cause and effect.

In the consciousness of Qisheng, I always feel that any gods, ghosts and gods are feudal superstitions.

It is a kind of thinking in which ignorant human beings use the theory of ghosts and gods to confuse themselves and others when they encounter strange phenomena that cannot be explained.

After a long period of circulation, this idea has been widely recognized and disseminated, so it also has a system of self-existence.

Even in a peaceful world with rapid technological development, there are many people who believe in ghosts and gods, and there are also some successful people with high knowledge and high social status.

It can be seen how confusing and permeable this theory of ghosts and gods is.

Just like this legendary Xianmen saint, according to the inference of Qisheng, there must be a strong team behind him, and after packaging and years of operation through various channels, he has the name of "Xianmen Saint".

She has always been a staunch atheist, does not believe in ghosts and gods, and is not subject to the temptation of these strange forces.

It's just that she is a little curious about the motives of this "Xianmen Sage", and vaguely feels that there must be a huge secret hidden behind him.

"Qisheng, it turns out that you are here~ Master told us to go back to dinner. ”

Abu searched for Qisheng for a while, although this inn is small, but there are many people, Qisheng is short, standing in the corner, and if you are not careful, you really can't find her.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat first!"

Qisheng didn't have the heart to eat at this time, she still wanted to inquire about more things.

"Let's go~ Let's go~ My senior brother is here, and he brought a lot of food, you must like it. Abu happily pulled Qisheng and went straight upstairs.

As soon as they went up to the second floor, Qisheng saw a group of people standing in the dark at the door of their wing, and when they saw Abu, they immediately saluted and got out of the way.

It's the group of black-robed people just now, you must know that they have been here for so long, and no one has recognized the Xianmen Saint yet.

And as soon as these people entered the inn, they walked straight to the room of the Xianmen Sage, and they must have already understood the whereabouts of the Xianmen Sage.

Could it be that this group of black-robed people is the team behind the "Immortal Gate Saints"?

The Seven Lives to the Immortal Gate Saint and a man in black sat at the table in the room, as if they were saying something.

Seeing her come in, the man in black turned around and looked at her with interest.

Qisheng didn't dodge, but also looked at the man.

The man had thick eyebrows and sideburns, slender eyebrows and eyes, and there was always a feeling of being spied on when he looked at people.

He was pale, unhealthy.

Pale than the white-faced sick boy she saw downstairs, a bit like ......

That's right, the white-faced ghost in the Midnight ghost movie.

Maybe it's because his face is too pale, and it seems that his eyes are too dark, his pupils are too big, and he is creepy when he stares at people.

It's so cold!

Qisheng couldn't help but shudder, it was really cold.

This room is located at the innermost end of the second floor of the inn and has two charcoal fires in the room.

Qisheng lived here for two days and felt warm and comfortable, but for some reason it was cold at the moment.

It's weird, it's not like the cold of a natural climate.

is a ...... A chill that she didn't know how to describe was pressing, and the stinging person panicked.

It's like someone is using a sword to the throat, a thousand shots, and the life hangs by a thread.

The cold front sat there, with a long posture, and it was difficult to hide his outstanding body.

There was something standing next to the table, looking extremely bulky, as tall as Seven Lives.

The thing was wrapped in layers like a mummy's sac cloth, airtight, mysterious and eerie.

Seven Sensei thought it might be some kind of heavy weapon.

The chill in this room seemed to emanate from the heavy weapon, because Qisheng saw a layer of frost on the ground that came into contact with the weapon.

Qisheng remembered that when this person came in just now, there was a breath of frost, and at that time she thought that it was because the wind and snow outside were too big.

But at this moment, the first two stoves in this room are so cold, and they feel that it may be caused by the weapon.

However, this weapon is huge and bulky, and it is wrapped in the sac of corpse cloth, it should not be carried by hand, otherwise such a big guy, she can't have not seen it when he first came in.

It is possible that it was carried behind his back, and coupled with the severe cold of winter, covered with a thick cloak, this did not attract attention.

"Senior brother, senior brother~ She is the child I just told you, the child who fell from the sky. Abu said to the man in black.

Abu wasn't afraid of the white-faced ghost, and seemed to be quite familiar with him.

"Oh~ It turned out to be her~ Princess Yu'er, don't come unharmed!"

Leng Feng looked at Qisheng and said leisurely, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qisheng sighed in his heart, Princess Yu'er?

Did he see through her at a glance? Could he have seen her before?

It's just such a white-faced ghost, if she has seen it, it is impossible not to be impressed~

Could it be that the Xianmen saint told him?

"My name is Qisheng, not Princess Yu'er as you said, I think you have recognized the wrong person!" Qisheng was calm.

Although he was a little weak-hearted, his face was cold.

No matter what the details of this person are, Qisheng warned himself not to panic.

"Interesting~"

Leng Feng lowered his head and sneered, and didn't ask any more.

The Xianmen Sage looked at her with a smile, beckoned to her, and motioned for her to come over.

Qisheng walked over, and the Xianmen Sage took a piece of pastry from the food box and gave it to her.

Qisheng took the pastry and took a bite, this taste is so familiar, soft and glutinous, a little like a potato, a little like glutinous rice, it seems to have some honey in it, it melts in the mouth, sweet and delicious.

"Glutinous rice beans?"

Qisheng chewed twice, and subconsciously said, this is clearly the taste of glutinous rice beans.

"What, Her Royal Highness does the princess know what this is made of?" Leng Feng said with a light glance at her.

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