The national teacher was cultivating in the secret room, and the little boy knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Master, the second prince asks to see you." ”

"Come in. The old and simple voice sounded from the room, and the little boy carefully pushed the door in, and there was a white jade bed in the room, and on the stone bed sat an old man with white beard and white hair, and his clothes were also white, and at first glance there was only a mass of white.

The boy stepped forward respectfully and handed the letter in his hand to the white-haired Taoist.

The white-haired Taoist took the letter and glanced at it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "How many years is this?"

The little boy was stunned, then reacted, and said respectfully: "Ten days will be exactly a hundred years." ”

"It's been a hundred years in the blink of an eye, and the old man's injuries still haven't healed, it's just that this Vermilion Bird Country has also supported me for a hundred years, so I'll help him save people once. ”

The national teacher stood up, he was not tall, thin and small, looking a little funny, he reached out and touched his beard, and walked out slowly.

When he walked outside the secret room, he looked up at the sky, then looked down below, and the whole person took off into the air and flew straight down.

In the eyes of mortals, this is a great supernatural power, but anyone who cultivates the truth will know that this is just the simplest gravitational technique.

Cui Xian stood at the door, only to see a ball of white light flying towards him, and in the blink of an eye, there was already a white-haired old man standing in front of him, and he hurriedly bowed respectfully.

"Junior Cui Xian has seen the national teacher. ”

"Are you begging me to help you save people? Where are people now?"

"People are in the younger generations, and the national teacher is invited. Cui Xian's face was overjoyed, and it was obvious that the national teacher had agreed.

The national teacher nodded, still led the way by Cui Xian in front, and after a while, the two of them had already arrived at Cui Xian's dormitory.

As soon as he arrived outside the dormitory, the national teacher couldn't help frowning, he obviously felt that there was more aura here than elsewhere, and it was clearly not a naturally formed aura.

"People are inside?" the national teacher's voice was a little low, if he didn't guess wrong, he was afraid that the injured person was only a cultivator.

"That's right, it's inside. Cui Xian nodded, and the national teacher stepped into the room.

The furnishings in the room are very gorgeous, but the national teacher has no interest in appreciating it, he walked directly to the inner room, the aura in the inner room is really richer, and it is very pure, it seems that the injured person's cultivation is not weak.

Walking to the bedside, the national teacher saw the injured person clearly, this person looked only in his early twenties, in fact, Su Qingqing was only 28 years old, of course, in the eyes of the national teacher, this person must be an old monster who maintained a childlike face.

"Self-destructed?" just glanced at Su Qingqing casually, and the national teacher took a step back in fright.

"What are you talking about?" Cui Xian glanced at the national teacher in confusion, he was very unfamiliar with the word self-explosion.

"It's nothing, you all go out, the old man wants to use a spell to save people, no one is allowed to come in until I call you in." ”

The national teacher frowned, he looked at Su Qingqing, and secretly made up his mind in his heart, if he was saved, he would definitely ask this senior for some benefits, maybe his injuries would have a chance to heal.

"Then it will be bothering the national teacher. Cui Xian glanced at the national teacher, then at Su Qingqing, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he go out, the national teacher came out, there should be no problem.