Su Baocai burst into tears, trying to hold back the tears that had never been worthless, but the tears did not obey the call.

After wiping a few times with his rough big hand, Su Baocai knelt on the ground again and kowtowed a few times to Lu Qingye.

"Su Baocai thanks his predecessors for the grace of inheritance today!"

This time, Lu Qingye did not refuse the other party's thanks.

Those things, although they are not the exercises of Shangyao Sect, can be regarded as her own fate and experience, and they can also be regarded as the inheritance she left behind.

Su Baocai picked up those books, and hid them in the placket of his chest with great care.

He thought, even if he lived this life, several of their soldiers died, and they would have to bring these things back to Fenghui Island!

There are many more feelings in his heart that he can't explain.

In the past, because of the affairs of the Ethereal Sect, the people who returned to the island of their wind were actually somewhat suspicious of the Daomen.

That kind of emotion is because of countless lives!

History must not be forgotten! The hatred of the ancestors, none of them is qualified to forgive and understand anything.

Mortals do not have the long years of monks, they are like a drop in the ocean in this vast world, like mayflies, dying in the twilight of life.

They also do not have the means to reach the heavens, and use immortal means to record the past.

They can only pass on from generation to generation, with their hearts, with their love, to continue the incense of that inheritance!

It is also because of those ancestors that we can have today's Fenghui Island!

In fact, if they are not desperate, they don't want to ask others!

But now, a touch of warmth rose in Su Baocai's heart.

Look, in the former homeland, there are still people who care about them!

"Master, someone is coming! It is the castle guard of the nearby fairy castle. ”

Jiuji suddenly transmitted.

Lu Qingye's divine sense also felt movement from several directions.

"Someone's coming."

When Su Bao heard her words, he immediately became vigilant.

The monks of the City Guard were fast, and they could have been even faster if it weren't for the remoteness of this place.

After seeing the mess at the scene, a group of city guards looked at Lu Qingye vigilantly.

Among the crowd, her cultivation was the highest, and the rest were low-level monks and mortals.

"Who are you? What's going on here? ”

Lu Qingye saw the city guard identity card hanging on the waist of the other party and his party, which was similar to the sect's disciple card.

Others can't pretend to be.

Lu Qingye took out his identity card as a disciple of the Yao Sect.

"Lu Qingye, a disciple of Shangyao Sect. Passing by here, I encountered an escaped demon cultivator who wanted to kill innocents indiscriminately and practice corpse puppets, so I killed him. ”

A group of people also testified for Lu Qingye.

"Lu Daoyou!"

The crowd said hello, but the captain didn't immediately believe Lu Qingye's words.

That's what he's responsible for.

The leader of the city guard signaled his men to inspect the corpses on the ground, and the man lifted the rags and gasped.

Because his back was facing everyone, but it blocked the view of the mortals, the captain's divine sense probed over, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The death of that demon cultivator is really terrifying!

He didn't doubt the identity of the demon cultivator on the ground, after all, the demonic qi in that person's dantian had not yet dissipated.

Just thinking that he might have suffered some kind of torture in front of him, looking at Lu Qingye's eyes, it became a little obscure.

Lu Qingye said lightly.

"He wanted to use the magic flag to refine the corpse, and he used me as a corpse puppet material, but when he made a move, he was interrupted by me, and he was devoured by the exercises and resentful spirits, and then he ended up reaping the consequences of his own evil."

Her explanation relieved the monks of the City Guard.