Wuhua! An Xian kept his face tight, not allowing himself to show the slightest surprise. In my heart, the waves are rolling.

This little point is the first ghost master in the immortal cultivation realm in the future, Wuhua, the most glorious, greatest, and most powerful revival hall master of the Ghost Temple-Wuhua?

An Xian carefully looked at the little dot under his feet, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Since his rebirth, the person An Xian wants to see the most is none other than Wuhua.

She still remembered that at that time, Yu Que had just flown to the Heavenly Realm, and An Xian felt hopeless for revenge, and was in pain to the point of despair, and lost his mind for a while, wandering around in a daze, and was caught by a disciple of the Ghost Temple.

She couldn't remember who that ghost temple disciple was, she only remembered that just when that person forced her soul to turn her into a ghost servant, the master of the Wuhua Hall descended from the sky.

At that time, he maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man, with a small black beard on his chin. Elegant, gentle, even if it is a reproach, it is full of love, just like a gentle and elegant teacher.

He said: "My ghost temple accepts ghost servants, and I must talk about the fate, not force. ”

An Xian was rescued, and carefully knelt down to thank him.

The master of the Wuhua Hall waved his hand, and a wisp of breeze lifted An Xian up. "You don't have to thank me. You have the soul protection mark left by the jade missing son, let alone this kid, even the old man can't force your soul. Go ahead. ”

An Xian only knew that Yu Que had left something on his soul body, so what kind of soul protection seal was mostly what Yu Que used to track her, no wonder he was able to escape her sneak attack every time.

The Lord of the Wuhua Hall asked her to go, but An Xian didn't know where to go. Yu Que has ascended to the heavenly realm, and she can no longer take revenge. The world is the world of human beings, and she is a lonely ghost, wandering and unattached.

The Lord of the Wuhua Hall looked at her softly, with a little expectation in his eyes, and more pity.

He looked at her gaze, and still remembered it, An Xian was still moved and wanted to cry.

He sighed leisurely. "Alas—girl, if you have nowhere to go, stay. Although the Yin Spirit Power of my Ghost Temple is not full, it is endless. If you stay, you will have a mouthful of yin spiritual power. In the future, if you have a place to go, go yourself. ”

The memories of old knowledge flooded through my heart, and it took a few seconds to stabilize my emotions. Fortunately, the young Wuhua was lying on the ground crying without any image at this moment, and he didn't notice An Xian's gaffe.

"Don't cry. "Drink quietly. The fog in her mind is the hero of the sky, how can she kneel and cry?

Wuhua flattened her mouth, trying to control herself from crying. But the tears rolled down uncontrollably.

"What's his name?" An Xian pointed to the ghoul behind him.

"Xiaobai. Wuhua sobbed.

An Xian looked at the ghoul again. There were still a lot of dark red muscles on his body, and the area where the white bones were exposed was obviously not as large as the area of dark red muscles.

Wuhua understood An Xian's doubts, and automatically explained: "It's not good to call red and white. ”

Good reason!

However, An Xian knows that Xiaobai three hundred years later is not like this. At that time, he was snow-white, a pure and ferocious brute force skeleton.

An Xian didn't know if Wuhua had thought about letting Xiaobai give up his muscles and become a 100% handsome guy from the beginning, or if he wanted him to live up to his name, so that he could cultivate into a white bone essence.

"Where is the Ghost Temple?" An Xian dragged Wuhua up and patted the dust off his body. How did he become such a hero who picked up the ghost temple with one shoulder after two hundred years?

From a little boy crying and waiting for someone to hug him to a man who has to talk and laugh freely with a mountain on his shoulder, such a change must be very painful, right?

Carefully recalling the days when he got along with the Lord of the Wuhua Palace, all he could think of was the light clouds of the Lord of the Wuhua Palace, calm and unhurried, and the wisdom bead in his hand. The Lord of the Fog Hall had never mentioned any hardships. All the troubles can always be solved in his hands.

It may be that An Xian's action of slapping him with ashes comforted him, Wuhua finally put away his tears, and asked in disbelief: "Sister, are you really here to join the Ghost Temple?"

An Xian nodded. "Yes. I have a ghost too. An Xian opened the ghost door and beckoned Lin Shisan, who had been waiting behind the door, to come out.

Lin 13 is a handsome ghost brother in the Heroic Army. There was no blood on the face, no holes. His mortal wound was in the chest, pierced by a sword. However, after An Xian let him change clothes with another guy who had half of his head cut off, he couldn't see the hole at all. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't cultivate at home, he would still appear and disappear from time to time, from time to time, and from time to time, he would definitely be a handsome young man.

Wuhua looked at Lin Shisan, his heart was relieved, and he grinned. "It turns out that sister, you are the same as me, you are a ghost master! However, you ghost slave is not as good as my little white!"

A hint of sadness flashed in An Xian's eyes. It turns out that the foggy flower of his youth loves to laugh so much. In his memory, the Lord of the Fog Hall had never grinned like this.

At that time, she tried very hard to tell jokes, and the corners of his mouth were only slightly curled.

Lin Shisan said to Wuhua that he was not as good as Xiaobai, and he was very unconvinced. He drew his iron knife, which had been broken in half. "Who is inferior to whom, you will only know after fighting. Let your little white come over and compare with me!"

The momentum is very strong, but it's a pity that Lin Shisan's iron knife was transformed into a yin object as a thing around him as a side item when he incarnated into a heroic spirit.

This kind of yin thing, in the ghost mound, is naturally a real iron knife, and when it comes to the world, it is the same as Lin Shisan's own, it is a phantom.

"Hahaha......" Wuhua laughed and fell. "You are a wandering spirit, and you want me to confront my Xiaobai? Come on, come on, you pick up this stone first!"

As soon as Xiaobai bent down, he carried a broken pillar the size of a door panel.

Lin Shisan put away the iron knife, stuck it on the belt behind his back, bent down, and grabbed a stone.

"Hahaha......" Wuhua laughed even more wildly. The stone that Lin Shisan took was only the size of a rice bowl.

"Quack quack......" Xiaobai also followed silly music.

Lin Thirteen smashed the stone at Wuhua.

"Ahh "Sister, how can you do this? You hit me?" Wuhua covered the bag on his head with one hand and pointed at An Xian with the other.

"It's not me!" said he smiled as he spread his hands. She found that she preferred this kind of foggy flower, her joy and anger were undoubtedly revealed, she cried when she wanted to, laughed when she wanted to laugh, and she didn't have to put on the shelves of "master" and "hall master" every day.

Lin 13 bent down, picked up a stone with one hand, and rushed towards Wuhua with a wave. "I'll stone you little bastard!"

"It's Xiaobai who compares to you, why are you beating me?" Wuhua quickly jumped up and fled all over the ruins.

"You are as stupid as I am to that flesh and bone, you are laughing at me, not the flesh and bones laughing at me! Look, stones!" Lin Shisan chased and threw stones.

Fog blossom jumped and dodged the stones while running. "Mom-hell-help-"

An Xian didn't want to remind Wuhua, after all, Lin 13 was her ghost, and she should be on Lin 13's side. However, she couldn't stand it anymore. "Wuhua, aren't you a ghost master, your cultivation should be at the sixth or seventh level of the Spirit Realm, right?"

"No, I'm at the eighth level of the Spirit Realm! I'm ...... I ......" Wuhua shouted in his mouth, but he was still chased by Lin Shisan and scurried all over the ruins, and he didn't know how to fight back.