Xie Zhao, Ling Or and Han Changsheng followed the newly acquainted "little friend" Luo Zhuo into the Hulu Altar full of thorns and hazels, but magnificent and full of desolation.

On the way, I met a believer in the altar.

"The young envoy, the holy envoy and the girl are waiting for you inside."

Luo Zhuo nodded lightly in response.

His face, which was still a little childish in the Guanri Peak, seemed to have put on an extraordinarily holy and temperatureless mask since he entered the Hulu Altar within a radius of ten miles.

He seems to be forcing himself to "grow up" in an instant, and suddenly he doesn't feel like a "child" anymore.

Han Changsheng tilted his head and whispered to Xie Zhaohe Linghe: "This is also too strange, the Yuwen Department is the head of the thirty-six departments of Handyong, obviously so rich and rich, why is the building of the Hulu Holy Altar, the birthplace of the Yuwen Ministry, so bleak and dilapidated?" ”

He thought he was quiet, but he couldn't avoid the eight-year-old child who was two steps ahead of them and whose martial arts realm was a little higher than him.

Luo Zhuo replied lightly with a small face.

"The successive holy envoys of Hulu are all saints with high morality and clean sleeves, and they don't care about those material pleasures. Therefore, despite the passage of many years, this pot of Lu Shengtan is still very different from when it was first built nearly a thousand years ago. ”

Han Changsheng sighed and said, "I understand, it turns out that the Hulu Holy Envoy on the Arro Grassland, the Dao Heart of cultivation is similar to the ascetic abomination line in the Western Frontier. ”

"That's not the case!"

Luo Zhuo glared at him angrily.

"You're full of ridiculous ideas! This is not at all the same as asceticism. ”

Han Changsheng was surprised.

"What's the difference?"

"It's different anywhere!"

Luo Zhuo was clumsy and couldn't tell him clearly.

The ascetic monk is to give himself a lot of suffering in the world, and in this way, he can make sentient beings suffer less.

However, the Holy Envoy of Hulu pays attention to being kind to others, compassion for others, and helping suffering beings to overcome those who cannot survive themselves.

At first glance, there may seem to be some similarities between the two, but in fact there is a world of difference.

Xie Zhao shook his head with a smile and said to Han Changsheng: "The Holy Envoy of Molaya is not an ascetic, he cultivates the 'Path of Love'.

Because of the affection and love in his heart, the Holy Envoy often helps the suffering herdsmen in the Arro grassland.

During the decades that the Holy Envoy had been in this position, the name of mercy resounded throughout the Northland, and he was indeed a remarkable man. ”

Han Changsheng was stunned and said:

"What, you said that the Holy Envoy of Hulu cultivates the 'Affectionate Dao'?"

He looked at Luo Zhuo, who was walking not far in front of them, stretched out his hand, and said unceremoniously:

"Then why is this little ghost cultivating the 'Ruthless Dao'? Isn't he the disciple of the Holy Envoy of Hulu? ”

Lodron snorted, too lazy to answer his stupid question.

Ling Or said lightly at this time: "In the realm of martial arts, you have to teach students according to their aptitude.

The state of mind and the root bones of the young envoy Luo Zhuo are the most suitable to practice the 'ruthless path', and it is also the easiest to achieve.

Presumably, the Holy Envoy of Hulu was also very attentive to Luo Zhuo's teachings, he was only at such an age now, he had reached the Guanyu Heavenly Realm, and the future was limitless. ”

Luo Zhuo turned and walked on, hiding the sadness that flashed in his eyes.

Yes, Master is so attentive to him, but he has not had time to grow up, and he has grown up to the point where he is proud, but he is already in his twilight years.

Han Changsheng sighed, and asked in a low voice:

"By the way, I remember that Xie Zhao said earlier that the martial arts realm of that Hulu Holy Envoy is in the Saint King Heavenly Realm, since that's the case, how can he-"

The rest of the words, in front of Luo Zhuo, he couldn't bear to ask.

Why is it at such an age that you have to drive Hexi?

Xie Zhao was silent for a moment, and sighed very lightly.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be related to the inner strength of the holy envoy's practice."

She looked at the stubborn and straight back of the child in front of her, and vaguely understood why the Holy Envoy of Hulu Lu, Mo Haoye, would accept a child like Luo Zhuo, who was suitable for cultivating the "Ruthless Dao", as a closed disciple in her old age.

The holy envoy has been kind to people all his life, and he wants to come, and he wants to do another good deed in his twilight years.

That is to choose a successor for this Arro grassland who ultimately has the right path in his heart, but is not swayed by the seven emotions and six desires, and does not need to see the suffering of sentient beings and suffer himself.

Soon, they followed the Lodron to a normal courtyard in the altar.

From a distance, I saw an old man and a woman standing under the porch, quietly looking in their direction.

Luo Zhuo saw the old man's eyes lit up, he held the wild ginseng in his hand that he had carefully stored, and walked two steps quickly like the wind under his feet.

"Master! Master, are you awake? You see, what did I find? ”

He ran forward happily, his eyes were full of joy, and he held up the small wild mountain ginseng offering treasure in his hand in front of the old man.

The holy envoy looked at the little disciple with a smile, and his distressed eyes carefully looked up and down the child's embarrassed appearance, with a trace of disapproval and unbearability in his eyes.

"Silly boy, these foreign objects have little effect on the teacher, why should you."

Lexor hastily interrupted him.

"How could it be useless? Master took the elixir picked by Sister Bo Xuan a few days ago, and his spirit has obviously improved a lot in the past two days! This time it will definitely be useful, too. ”

Molaya sighed softly, then shook his head slightly.

He knew that these two children were very obsessed with them, and if they refused to cling to them, he was afraid that one day he would leave, but they would be haunted and blamed themselves.

So, he didn't persuade him anymore.

His own body is clear to himself, and there is a vague feeling that the left is not. That's all it takes.

Molaya looked at the three strange young men and women in the courtyard with gentle eyes.

When the three of them saw him, they hugged their fists together and performed a junior salute on the rivers and lakes.

"Holy Messenger."

Molaya smiled and nodded.

"Three young heroes, forgive me for being sick and weak, and I can't return the courtesy."

Ling Or and Han Changsheng hurriedly said, "Don't dare."

Mo Yu instantly noticed Ling Or, who was in the realm of martial arts.

He looked at him in amazement, and after a moment exclaimed:

"Shaoxia is so old, he is already a Saint King Xuanjing, which is really remarkable. There are talented people in the country, and it is really terrifying. ”

Ling He saluted with both hands, "Holy envoy, it's false." ”

Xie Zhao watched the Holy Envoy of Molaya silently for a moment, and then suddenly reached out and took off his package from Han Changsheng's shoulder, and took out a bottle of unknown pill from it.

"Holy envoy, this thing is considered a gift for our meeting, and it is not a tribute, please don't refuse."

The holy envoy of Molaya was stunned for a moment, and raised his hand to take the jade bottle handed by the girl.

He frowned at first, frowned at the bottle, and then gently uncorked the bottle, put the mouth of the bottle under the wing of his nose and sniffed.

The thin eyes that followed behind Molaya were slightly sharp.

Her gaze was nailed to the bottle, and the next moment she immediately turned to Xie Zhao, examined her and said:

"What is this? The Holy Envoy would never take anything of unknown origin. ”

But Molaya had already closed the cork and stopped her, saying, "Bo Xuan, don't be rude." ”

His gaze slowly lifted to look at Xie Zhao.

The old man's cloudy eyes, the whites of his eyes have almost turned a pale yellow color.

The so-called "people are old and yellow", nothing more.

"Many years ago, I also had this item, which was given by an old friend of the Southern Dynasty. Could it be that the girl is the heir of that one? ”

Although Mo Yuya's gaze was declining and old, he looked at Xie Zhao with a deep look, quietly waiting for her answer.

Xie Zhao was silent and looked at the old man seriously.

"The ancestor and the holy envoy are just a few faces, and he has been dead for many years, but I didn't expect the holy envoy to remember him."