"Goo-dong"

Xiao Ji Ling swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Drink. ”

Shi Ji said lightly, this cup of tea is actually for her to compensate the little guy, after all, he took them out of the Star Dou Great Array intact, if there was no guidance from Ji Ling's spirit pupil, it would be impossible for the three of them to walk out of the big formation unscathed, and they owe others always to pay it back, this is her Shi Ji's heart is not hindered.

The fragrant tea mist lingered, and the two children stood in the tea mist and entered the tea realm.

Shi Ji sighed softly, and she looked up and called, "Xiaoxiao, come down, I have something to say to you." ”

"Chirp"

Xiao Qingluan obediently fell in front of Shi Ji.

"I'm leaving. Shi Ji said with some sadness.

"Chirp~~" Master, together.

Xiao Qingluan looked at Shi Ji innocently, wherever the master goes, she will go.

"This time......" Shi Ji said with extreme difficulty, "This time, I can't take you." ”

"Chirp?"

Xiao Qingluan looked at Shi Ji in disbelief, her life was saved by her master, from that moment on, she always believed that she would always follow her master, flying above her head, looking down to see her, chasing her figure has become all she has.

But master, I don't want her now.

For a moment, her eyes filled with tears.

......

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green.

When will you be gone?

"Fellow Daoist, take care. "On the top of the mountain, the young man hugged the sword and sent it off.

"Fellow Daoist, take care. "On the cliff, the ancient robe is struck by stones.

"Fellow Daoist, take care. "On the east bank of the river, no one got up to see each other.

"Fellow Daoist...... Treasure. On the west bank of the river, the fish-watching strangers whispered to each other.

In the woods, the little monkey waved, and under the shade of the tree, the young man silently bowed.

A farewell wind that no one expected, maybe out of respect for the strong, maybe just because of that chaotic battle.

......

"Auntie, Xiaoxiao is still with us. ”

Shi Ji's footsteps paused, she looked back at Xiao Qingluan who was silently following behind and said coldly: "Go back, follow Huanglong to Kunlun." ”

"Chirp~~"

Master...... Master......

Shi Ji's eyes narrowed, and his tone became a little colder, "Go back, settle down and cultivate well, and strive to transform as soon as possible." ”

"Wow!"

Xiao Qingluan groaned with great sadness.

A touch of sadness flashed in Shi Ji's eyes, she resolutely turned around and hurried, and finally couldn't help but make a promise that she didn't know if she could keep: "I'll come back to you." ”

"Wow!"

Xiao Qingluan had tears in her eyes, and her wings flew high, just because she could see farther from a high place, the higher she flew, the more familiar the figure went farther and farther, until she couldn't see it anymore.

......

"Auntie...... Woowoo...... Little is very sad...... Little Twelve is also very sad...... Woo woo woo ...... "December cried very sadly.

"Hmm. Shi Ji looked into the distance and answered in a low voice, she knew.

"Auntie, can't Xiaoxiao really come with us?"

"No, you can't. ”

......

On the top of Kunlun, which is surrounded by clouds and mist, a towering supreme Taoist looks at the east from afar.

Behind the Taoist stood two Taoists, an old man and a young man, who were very respectful.

The towering supreme Taoist spirit is as good as he can see, and the two Taoists, an old man and a young man, are as good as a quiet man, so there are three Taoists in the clouds, but suddenly there is no one, only the sound of the wind.

I don't know how long it took, the supreme Taoist's eyelids moved slightly, and in an instant, the sea of clouds rippled, as if there was a golden lamp lit up, and it seemed like hundreds of millions of golden lotus blooming layer by layer, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth were clear, and everything was clear.

"Suddenly~"

The Taoist breathes, the weather is gone, and only the auspicious clouds are seen.

"Master, what do you see?" asked the crane-haired elder Dao Chief.

"Saw a drop of water that fell into a stream. "The supreme voice is like a voice, clear but not turbid, high but not deep, and with endless aftertaste.

An old man and a young man exchanged glances, all of them suddenly thought, and after a long time, the young Taoist asked aloud: "I don't know what is so strange about that stream, that it can alarm you?"

The Supreme Daoist smiled silently and said, "Since it is extraordinary, Nuwa Niangniang opened it up, and your master has been walking in the stream for a hundred years." ”

"The creek that Master said is not the Terran race?" the elder Taoist asked.

The supreme Taoist did not say right or no, he was ethereal, the last moment, he was still on the mountain, and the next moment, he was too empty, unknowable, and uncontrollable.

"The creek that the master said is the luck of the human race?" the young Taoist looked at the Taoist like stars and asked.

The Supreme Daoist smiled lightly and said, "Yes." ”

"I don't know what the water droplets the master saw?" asked the young Taoist in a calm heart.

"The remnants of the ancient ages, the wandering souls of the ages, the lonely souls of the annihilated races, the last patrons of the Heavenly Dao, the pardoners of the beginning of reincarnation, came into being, bringing their own luck. ”

The voice of the Supreme Daoist is vicissitudes and distant, as if tracing the remnants of ancient times, as if mourning the dead of eternity, or remembering all the heroic souls that can sing and cry.

"Master, could that stream become a big river?" asked the young Taoist with a trembling voice.

"How big is the river?" the Supreme Daoist sneered and asked the disciple playfully.

The young Daoist's heart trembled slightly, and he asked with a dry tongue: "Can it become a big river like the Hundred Tribes of the Flood and Desolation?"

The Supreme Daoist smiled and said, "Whether you will or not, you can ask the sky, you can ask the earth, and you can ask the human race itself in the middle, you can ask yourself." ”

The Taoist did not answer this question head-on, the heavens can be seen, but the reincarnation is not known, all living beings are changeable, who can see through, maybe a saint can, but he is not a saint after all.

The young Taoist was silent for a long time, and then said: "The sky is too high, the disciple's cultivation is shallow, I can't ask, the ground is too thick, the disciple's mana is low, I can't ask, the only thing the disciple can ask is my human race itself." ”

"If your cultivation is shallow, you will concentrate on cultivation, and if your mana is low, you will feel at ease and practice asceticly, and when you have asked about the world and the world, it is not too late to ask sentient beings. ”

"Master, the disciple's Dao heart has been moved, and it is difficult to feel at ease. ”

The Supreme Daoist was silent for a moment, and then asked softly, "Do you want to go?"

The young Taoist replied sincerely: "Master Rongqi, although the disciple was born in the West Kunlun human race, it is not the real root of the disciple, the ancestors of the Kunlun human race are all Taoist slaves who were captured from the ancestral land of the human race, and the disciple has listened to the old people in the clan talk about the other side since he was a child, and when he talks about the ancestral land, every old man will always look at the other side before he dies, in order to return to his soul." ”

"The disciple promised them that he would go back on their behalf to see the ancestral land of my human race and the roots of the human race. ”

The wind on the top of the mountain was whining, as if it was merciful to the human beings, and it seemed to be comforting the young man not to be sad.

"Go ahead, go and have a look. The voice of the Taoist is like the wind in the mountains, compassionate, and soothes the young man.

"Thank you for your success. The young Taoist's eyes were red and he fell to the ground.

The Supreme Daoist turned around, his ethereal and blurred face was a little more real, and his majestic face was full of fatherly warmth, and the Taoist reached out to take two things from the sea of clouds, and confessed: " In the catastrophe, the world is restless, all living beings are panicked, you must be in danger here, for the teacher will give you two treasures to defend yourself, this piece of purple longevity gossip fairy clothes, can block all kinds of disasters, avoid all kinds of difficulties, when you can protect your body, this pair of male and female swords to help you kill the enemy, Guangchengzi you need to remember, if you meet the enemy on the road, you must not be soft-hearted, when this sword to cut it, in the catastrophe, everyone is lucky, a little hesitation, you will miss your own life, do not be careless. ”

The young man took the treasure with tears in his eyes, and bowed his head and said: "The teachings of the master will be remembered by the disciples, and they will not dare to forget them." ”

The Taoist sighed faintly and waved his hand: "Go, go!"

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