At night, Yu Qiuran sat on the bed and shrunk into a ball, three thousand silver silks scattered softly on the bed, holding his head with his bare hands, and his beautiful eyes were full of confusion.

In my mind, strange but inexplicably familiar scenes kept coming to mind.

"Xiao Yu, from today onwards, you will be the new Palace Master of the Destiny Palace."

In the picture, Yu Qiuran saw a woman who looked very similar to herself, and in front of the woman stood a white-robed young man whose face was not clear.

"Master, Qiu Ran doesn't want to be the palace master, he just wants to accompany the master all the time."

The woman shook her head slightly, looked at the white-robed man and said softly.

Yu Qiuran was a little confused, this woman who was very similar to herself was also called Qiuran?

The white-robed man couldn't help but smile helplessly after hearing the apprentice's words, and skillfully stretched out his hand to rub the apprentice's soft hair dotingly.

"Shizun can't stay with you for the rest of your life, I'm leaving."

When the woman heard that the color behind her changed instantly, her stunning face was full of panic, and she reached out helplessly and grabbed the sleeve of the white-robed man.

"Master, don't leave me."

After speaking, the woman saw that the man in the white robe was indifferent, and looked at her quietly with a little regret and reluctance in her eyes.

"There is a saying in the hometown of the teacher that the fallen leaves return to the roots......"

Before he finished speaking, the white-robed man's body gradually became illusory and ethereal, and the man also noticed this, his face was a little surprised, and then he laughed casually, looked at the disciple in front of him and said softly.

"You are the greatest pride of the master, and in the future, without the master, you must cultivate diligently......"

Then, the white-robed man's voice gradually weakened, and the woman, who was already in tears, desperately held the man's palm and wept silently.

Finally, a streamer of light burst out of the man's body, and disappeared with his soul in an instant.

Only the woman was left limp on the ground, looking weakly ahead, and two lines of blood and tears gently slid down her face.

The picture in his mind suddenly stopped, Yu Qiuran came back to his senses, and found that he had also shed two lines of tears, and even his heart was throbbing.

"Master's voice."

Yu Qiuran wiped away her tears, remembering the voice of the white-robed man in the picture, her face was dazed.

"This is, my past life?"

Yu Qiuran lowered her head to look at the strand of silver hair that she had caught, and her ruddy eyes were full of puzzlement.

Thinking that Fang had suddenly become extremely possessive of Shizun, Yu Qiuran bit his lower lip tightly, and somewhat knew the answer.

Suddenly, there was a chill in her lower abdomen, Yu Qiuran frowned, closed her beautiful eyes and sensed the extra strange chill in her body.

In the dantian, a bead full of biting chill hovered inside, constantly dissipating wisps of astonishing cold qi towards the meridians in the body, and as the cold became thicker and thicker, Yu Qiuran was surprised to feel the improvement of strength.

Stretching out his hand, a touch of cold qi visible to the naked eye condensed into a light blue long sword, which was held by Yu Qiuran.

"It's ......"

The next day.

Zhou Quan refreshed himself from meditation and changed into a white robe decorated with gold thread lines to look at the thing in his hand.

"Avoiding the dzi, it came in time, so that even the sect master of my true strength in the later stage will never be able to see it."

Thinking about it, Zhou Quan noticed something strange again.

Strange, at this time in the past, Qiu Ran had already shouted that he was going out, and today without Qiu Ran's voice, he was still a little uncomfortable.

When he went out, Zhou Quan didn't see his apprentice, and he felt even more strange in his heart.

After a thought, Zhou Quan flashed to the apprentice's residence, and saw that the wooden door had not yet opened, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I haven't gotten up yet."

Saying this, Zhou Quan wanted to push the door and enter, but suddenly remembered something and knocked on the door instead.

"Qiu Ran, Xiaobi is going to start today, are you ready?"