Shizun Yue Wudao took Xiao Mingyao's hand and walked towards Canglan Mountain step by step.

All the images just happened in a few seconds, and Ming Yao felt that his brain was about to explode.

At this time, the thunder of the sky had turned into the sound of fire explosions and explosions around him, and Ming Yao gradually lost consciousness.

In a daze, I felt a noise around me.

There is a faint fragrance of lotus flowers on Yue Wudao's body, and in the atmosphere full of flames, Mingyao is like being in a lotus pond in early summer, and the breeze brings a fragrant breath.

By this time, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the sun was shining on the earth again.

Yue Wudao hugged Ming Yao in his arms and walked towards Yi'anju step by step.

The news of the retreat because of the moon and no path instantly spread throughout the Xiaoyao Sect, and at this moment, almost all the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect came to the door of Yi'anju.

Everyone made way for Yue Wudao one after another, and saluted the master one by one.

Yue Wudao looked ahead, his expression determined.

It wasn't until he reached the door of Yi'anju that Yue Wudao suddenly stopped.

He glanced at Xiao Shifeng standing behind the bamboo door, Xiao Shifeng saw this kind of scene for the first time, and his face was full of tears.

And a trace of black gas rising above his head gradually dissipated under the gaze of Yue Wudao.

Xiao Shifeng didn't know about this.

Xiao Shifeng hadn't seen his master for two years, and he didn't know who the person in front of him was at the moment.

His eyes were locked on the unconscious senior sister, and his eyes were full of worry.

Seeing that the demonic energy on his body was temporarily suppressed, Yue Wudao said no more and returned to the inner hall with Ming Yao in his arms.

Achihara fell into a prolonged coma and nightmares, his consciousness switching back and forth between being and not being.

Sometimes you can hear the conversations of other people in the room, and sometimes you can enter some unfamiliar memories.

The voices of Uncle Liu and Master Zun Yue Wudao faintly reached Ming Yao's ears.

The two of them seemed to be thousands of miles away from her, and their voices were staccato.

"Wudao, are you crazy?!" Uncle Liu seemed to be very mad, "How can you personally block the thunder robbery for her!" Don't want to die?! ”

Yue Wudao said lightly: "Otherwise, she will die." ”

Uncle Liu sighed heavily, as if he was helpless, and finally could only say: "When Senior Brother comes back after traveling in Kyushu, I will talk to you well!" ”

"Wudao, the Loose Sect didn't let you take over for the time being! You will take a Ming Yao back in a while, pet the sky, and bring a little demon boy back in a while......"

Yue Wudao interrupted: "Shi Feng, has the demonic energy on his body come out to do evil in the past two years?" ”

Uncle Liu: "That's not true, but the whole family doesn't treat him very well." I said, "Why did you really bring him back to suffer this sin?" ”

Seeing that Yue Wudao was about to start chattering again, Yue Wudao coughed lightly, and sent him away under the pretext that Ming Yao needed a good rest.

After that, all the senior brothers and sisters came to kneel to Yue Wudao.

Ming Yao's throat hurt, and his head sank so much that he wanted to make a sound to make them quiet, but he couldn't say a word.

In her impression, Shizun was an old man who had lived for more than a thousand years, but when she saw him today, she found that he was just a middle-aged man's face.

It's not as old as you think.

At the beginning, it was he who led him to Canglan Mountain, and at that time, everyone told Ming Yao that her parents died of the plague, and she was rescued by Yue Wudao.

But in the fragments of memory just now, those images don't look like the village after being infected with the plague.