Qingcheng Mountain, thousands of miles away.

A certain foundation-building ancestor suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared in the direction of the capital, his expression full of horror.

As a cultivator, he is naturally the most sensitive to such celestial visions.

But this huge and almost terrifying aura is really something that people of their time can do?

He couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt.

After thinking about it for a long time, and thinking of the spiritual power fluctuation that happened in Qingshi before, the old man still couldn't bear it after all, and prepared to go out of the mountain to find out.

However, as soon as he stepped out, he suddenly thought of something, so he took out a smartphone from his robe, found the number and dialed it.

"Xiao Wang, help me book a ticket to the capital as soon as possible!"

In these turbulent years, spiritual power can be saved a little......

……

……

At the same time, the Heavenly Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

One figure after another passed by, and everyone looked up at the sky, their faces full of shock.

I was really dumbfounded.

I think they are also senior cultivators of the older generation of Longhu Mountain, and there are many top powerhouses like the peak of Qi cultivation, and they are admired by the world wherever they go.

They can be called the top combat power in this world.

However, even they, in the face of such a celestial vision, could not raise any thoughts of resistance at all.

Just watching from afar, the storm in the rain already made them feel like they were about to suffocate.

It's hard to imagine what it would be like to stand in the center of the storm.

Finally, someone came to their senses and let out a loud shout.

"Go and ask the ancestor to come out!"

But his words did not get the desired response.

Everyone bowed their heads, remained silent, and refused to speak.

Instead, a young voice came.

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, such a trivial matter, why bother his old man."

When the person who was respectfully called Uncle Shi heard this voice, his face subconsciously twitched.

Then I turned around, and sure enough, I saw a junior.

He stood with his hands in his hands, and the Xuanzi Dao robe on his body, which symbolized the senior brother of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, danced in the wind, and his posture was straight.

Unlike the elders who bowed their heads, he was the only one who was not afraid at this time and looked up at the sky.

His mouth quickly said, "I look at the vision, but I don't ......."

It's just that his voice was soon interrupted by a scolding from his uncle.

"Bao Ying, don't talk nonsense here, you have something to say!"

"Otherwise, be careful that I whip you!"

When the young man heard this, his face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly argued: "Uncle Shi, we agreed not to call this name anymore!" ”

That's right.

As the elder brother of a dignified Taoist holy land, his real name is such a child's play.

He once regarded it as the shame of his life.

Uncle Shi knew that he was speechless, but it was impossible to pull down his face and apologize at the moment, so he coughed lightly twice and said, "If the ancestor has any explanation, say it quickly." ”

He knew Bao Ying's temperament, although this kid acted a little too strongly, but he could definitely do it in a coarse and fine way.

Since he appeared here, he must have already gone to find the Ancestor.

Sure enough, the next moment, I saw the young man looking up at the sky again, and his expression returned to the indifference of looking down on all beings.

"The ancestor has a ...... saying"

"Don't worry, let's take a look."

Uncle Shi stepped forward and slapped him on the back of the head.

"Speak human words."

"I can't care, what is love."

……

……

The storm in the back mountain came and went quickly, but it went silently.

Almost at the moment when the wind swept through the young man's clothes and cut through his skin, the two people at the center of the storm invariably chose to stop.

Then the heavens and the earth suddenly became extraordinarily silent.

The wind that almost devoured everything dissipated in an instant, leaving only thousands of silver filaments hanging upside down on the ground with a crisp sound.

Whoop -

Time, as if standing still in this moment.

Immediately afterward, it was quickly broken by the sound of subtle footsteps.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze swept over a messy battlefield.

His expression was slightly cold, as if he was pitying the suffering of all things in this world.

The terrifying storm vanished, revealing two slender figures among them.

The cyan robe on Luo Cong'an's body now has many more gaps, and the white and delicate skin inside can be vaguely seen.

Her long hair, which was originally tied at the back of her head, had long since been scattered and draped over her shoulders a little haphazardly.

Opposite her, Mu Sanniang stood with a knife.

The girl took care of it carefully, and specially wore the white dress that came to see her brother, but it was stained with a lot of dirt at some point, and it no longer looked so white and flawless, and it was a little discolored.

On the surface, it seems that Mu Sanniang has the upper hand.

But in fact, only the girl herself knows how difficult it is to guard against that mysterious sword intent.

I have to admit that this bad woman who held her younger brother hostage is indeed the strongest enemy she has ever encountered.

Although he hasn't done his best, who knows if the other party has left his hand.

The young man's gentle voice broke the contemplation of the two.

"Enough trouble?"

He asked.

is obviously the weakest of the three people present, but the words he says are very arrogant.

When they saw the young man's bloody clothes, the two opened their mouths slightly, their eyes flashed with distress, and they were embarrassed to refute.

Even the bickering that we met at the beginning is now gone, just looking at the young man, his eyes are half pity, half guilt.

"Don't speak?"

Chen An raised his eyes, and his gaze fell on the two 'main culprits'.

He muttered, "That's enough trouble?" ”

When the boy said these words, his demeanor and tone did not fluctuate much.

But Mu Sanniang and Luo Cong'an, who were familiar with his temperament, couldn't notice that he was angry.

Thinking about it, whether it is Luo Cong'an's first life or Mu Sanniang, he has always been very rarely angry.

Such emotions are difficult to see in Chen An.

A little, it was Luo Cong'an who took the lead in breaking the silence.

She pursed her lips, put away the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand, and shouted weakly, a little timidly.

"Mr. ......"

Chen An looked over and looked at her.

The latter lowered his head and muttered an apology in a low voice.

"I'm sorry......"

The palm of the hand brushed over the top of the head, and it was a little ticklish.

Luo Cong'an looked up and saw that it was a young man walking over, brushing those scattered strands of hair for her.

"Have you forgotten our agreement?"

He asked casually.

Luo Cong'an looked stunned, and couldn't help but think of the conversation with Mr. in the private school that day.

Time, as if at this moment began to turn back.

There was a warm light spilling into the private school, reflecting the girl's misty eyes.

"Wrong, wrong, from Ann knows that it is wrong......"

"So, what's wrong?"

"You shouldn't hit someone......"

The gentleman's hand brushed the girl's green silk, his voice was gentle and serious.

"No, it's not."

"You shouldn't have said sorry to me."

"I told you a long time ago, no matter what you do in front of me, you don't need to say sorry."

The girl threw herself into the man's arms, tears bursting like a, and her clothes were wet.

Her voice choked and became choppy.

"Woo...... He had to say that I wanted to hurt Mr. ......"

"I'm not unknown, I won't hurt Mr."

……

Thoughts slowly return, and every detail is reproduced in my mind.

The woman lowered her eyes as she stared at the young man in front of her who was arranging her hair.

The evening of that day was short, so short that it was just a casual glimpse of a thousand years.

But for Luo Cong'an, it was something she could remember for a lifetime.

(End of chapter)