A clear sound pierced through the clouds, a clear shadow, the speed was extremely fast, and the moment it stopped, and the eyes were full of tears, which were tears of joy.

"Master!"

Xiao Qingluan choked up, she waited here every day, she had been waiting for two hundred years.

After the little bear retreated, she could no longer enter the battlefield of gods and demons, and could only wait here every day, waiting for her master to return.

A sound woke up Wanzhong Mountain.

Fluttering, the Grim Reaper Raven of Skull Mountain scrambled to fly into the sky.

One by one, the mountain lords, one by one, flew up, at this moment, they had nothing to care about, they just wanted to welcome the return of her old man.

There are many familiar faces in it, Tu Sanniang of Qingqiu, the old man of Cangmu Mountain, and the sage of the human race, Chi Songzi......

The years are not forgiving, even Tu Sanniang, who was twenty-eight years old in the past, has also had vicissitudes, and she is no longer dressed up as a little girl, the old man Cangmu is even older, and many old people are old.

Seeing the still plain cyan figure, many people shook their heads and wet the corners of their eyes, but she didn't change, just like the first time they saw it.

In the eyes of many people, she is already the Tao, such as the Tao is evergreen, and the Tao is eternal.

The old man bent his knees and bowed, the old man's eyes blurred with tears, and his voice was old and high-pitched, "Cangmu greets the Taoist Lord and welcomes the return of the Taoist Master!"

“...... Meet the Taoist and welcome the Taoist to return. ”

At this moment, their hearts were happy and convinced, and there was only pride and worship in their hearts.

Many of them lived in her time and witnessed her ascent to the top.

Especially Tu Sanniang, her former cultivation is still above Shiji.

"You fellow Daoists don't have to be like this. ”

Shi Ji's voice was still cold, she raised her hand, and helped everyone up with a warm sun and wind.

"How are you?"

This was Shi Ji's second sentence, and her voice softened a little.

"Alright, alright. The mountain lords nodded again and again, all of them looking excited and flattered.

With Shi Ji's status today, if it weren't for today, they probably wouldn't even have the courage to step into the realm of white bones, let alone meet them.

Shi Ji's gaze crossed the faces of the old people, and coincided with the memories of the old people, although she couldn't name many people, but she knew them, she did know them, so she nodded to everyone and said goodbye to them.

Qingluan groaned and landed in front of Shi Ji, looking at Shi Ji with sapphire charming eyes, "Master......"

"Good!"

Ishiji understood what she meant.

Shi Ji took a step forward and stood on Qingluan's back.

Qingluan spreads its wings, leads to joyful singing, and the feather phoenix crown unfolds, showing endless elegance and gorgeousness.

Qingluan was in front, and the Grim Reaper was with him, and they came to take their masters home.

Skull Mountain grew larger in Shi Ji's eyes, and the first thing she saw was the phantom shadow, the immortal tea swayed, the leaves trembled, and Shi Ji heard the sound of a bang.

This time, she didn't enter through the mountain gate, but fell straight down the skull cliff, ruthless, and her disciples were waiting for her.

In the past two hundred years, there are the most people who care about her here.

"The disciple visits the teacher. ”

The little cicada Shen Gong Leopard wanted to bow down, and he wanted to bow down ruthlessly, but he was held up by the wind.

The two little ones had never worshipped her, they didn't need it before, and they won't need it in the future.

As for her disciples, they must not lose their manners in front of others, and they don't need it at home.

She never pays attention to this, and she doesn't think that worshipping her means respecting her, if her heart is not respectful, it is useless to worship more, there are few people in this world who can penetrate people's hearts better than her.

Everything is seen through, and what remains is just form, pale as paper, meaningless.