Lin Qiuyan said three words, and Mo Qing on the side couldn't help but be stunned, he looked quite calm on the surface, but his heart was already churning.

Since parting more than a hundred years ago, I haven't heard from her again.

If it weren't for Aunt Li, they were greatly hurt and buried in Changchun Valley, and this warm home would have become shattered. More often than not, Mo Qing prefers to think of it as a dream, a beautiful and slightly heart-wrenching dream.

Dreams, that's it, when I wake up from a dream, everything is gone, although there is still reluctance and warmth in my heart to store the beauty of the dream, but the dream is a dream, not a reality after all.

Over the years, because of Uncle Molun and their affairs, Mo Qing has been reluctant to face up to this woman who was once like a dream but really appeared in his life.

, I have always been reluctant to think too much, because he feels that this is unfair to Aunt Li and them.

But now the situation is different after all, Uncle Molun has all been blessed by this disaster, not only has he lost his mortal body, but also embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.

Thinking about it, I can't complain about her back then.

They just want to save people, and the result is purely unintentional.

Now that Uncle Molun and they are all alive, then this account will naturally have to be calculated separately.

He churned in his heart for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, he just heard a name, as for thinking so much?

There are more people with the same name and surname in this world, the sea of people is vast, and the possibility of meeting is too small, this Lin Qiuyan, nine times out of ten, is just another person.

"What's the matter, nephew, do you know Yan'er?"

Seeing that Mo Qing's expression was strange, the old monk on the side asked in a strange voice.

"A big force like the Cold Pole Palace, how could a disciple come into contact with it, it's just an old man, who happens to have the same name and surname as Uncle Shi said, and when he heard this familiar name for a while, his heart fluctuated a little, which made Uncle Shi smile. ”

Mo Qing reined in his mind and replied.

"Haha, it's okay, young man, who can still have a few pasts, human nature. ”

The old monk waved his hand generously and said with a smile.

Mo Qing also laughed, and then said, "Then the junior will leave first, go back and explain to the master, and then go with the uncle." ”

"Well, there you go. ”

The old monk watched Mo Qing's back disappear from sight, and the Buddhist hall became quiet again.

He stood there stunned, looking at the courtyard gradually illuminated by the sun, and after a long while, he slowly walked back and sat on the futon in a daze.

"I was worried about hurting the Brahman, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. Attaining the Dharma of the World, Living Up to the Buddha and Living Up to the ......"

I don't know how long it took, but the voice sounded, full of helplessness and powerlessness.

The old monk sighed slightly, picked up the wooden fish in front of him, closed his eyes, and quickly remembered the crisp sound of the wooden fish.

It's just that this time it doesn't seem to be as melodious and distant as before, and it's a little more nostalgic.

There is a flower mound in everyone's heart, which is used to bury those majestic and poignant but unknown secrets, and this flower mound is locked by loneliness......

The white clouds are long, the Zen singing is bursting, the wind blows the woods, and shakes the swaying of the trees.

In front of the Buddha hall behind the Hanging Temple, the old monk waved the sleeves of his robe, and a colorful light rose, enveloping him and the Mo Qing on his side.

The light dissipated, and they were no longer visible.

Seven or eight high-level members of the Hanging Temple stayed here for a moment and then left one after another.

The abbot is now away from the temple, and everything in the temple needs to be responsible for them, and it is not okay not to be nervous.

......

The cold wind howled and stirred the wind and snow in the sky, and the biting cold cut at people like a ubiquitous steel knife.

The leaden-gray sky was low, covering the land covered in silver.

The wind and snow obscured the vision, and when I looked at it, I only felt that the world was a vast area, which could not be seen really, but there was a different feeling with people.

Between the snow-capped mountains and ravines, a huge city stands abruptly, like a strong fighter, and the surrounding peaks, together with the wind and frost, outlining the beautiful picture of the northern scenery.

On top of the city, there are standing statue-like monks, holding a giant shield of Changge, quietly guarding the city, and the whole person seems to melt into the snow and enter the scene.

In the middle of the city, in a crystal clear palace, like the residence of the fairy of the Moon Palace, the atmosphere was as cold as the cold wind outside.

Two men in black stood in the palace, looking at the middle-aged beauty with a frosty face on their faces, and they didn't seem to take her anger in their eyes.

"Do you know that anyone who dares to speak like that in front of me is dead!"

At a certain moment, the middle-aged woman's voice sounded, like a cold wind scraping bones, sending chills down the spine, and large ice crystals spread from under her feet to all directions, and everything in her path turned into ice sculptures.

But the two men didn't seem to see this, ignoring the ice less than a foot away from them, and still said with a smile:

"I didn't mean to anger the palace master, what I said was the truth.

My Shadow Pavilion really wants to make a good relationship with your palace, and Han Qi is the young pavilion master of my Shadow Pavilion, and he is the personal disciple of the pavilion master's old man, and his talent is also smart.

At the age of only three hundred, she has already formed a primordial baby, whether it is cultivation or identity, she is worthy of the saint of your palace.

What's more, the young pavilion master has also admired the Autumn Smoke Saintess of your palace for a long time, and he also has the 'Cloud Jiao Spiritual Fire', which can resolve the crisis of the Autumn Smoke Saintess, if the palace master does not agree, then ......"

The cold ice stopped less than an inch away from them, and the voice of the middle-aged beautiful woman without the slightest emotion sounded again,

"Yan'er is the holy daughter of my Cold Pole Palace, she will not marry, and there are not many people in this world who can compete with the Dry Blue Ice Flame, but it is not nothing, not only you Yunjiao Spiritual Fire.

If you want to blackmail this palace, you've really got the wrong idea!"

Although the black-clothed man led by him only had the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant period, he was still neither humble nor arrogant in the face of a monk in the transformation period like a middle-aged beautiful woman, and he said with a straight face:

"My Shadow Pavilion definitely doesn't mean to blackmail the palace master, it's just a matter of facts, what the palace master said is indeed true, there are indeed people in this world who can deal with the Dry Blue Ice Flame, and the effect is much stronger than the Yunjiao Spiritual Fire.

But who got those flames?

Many of them have only one name, and even exist or not.

And even if someone gets it, what can it do? It's just that the water is far from quenching the thirst of the near.

The Autumn Smoke Saintess has been trapped by the Dry Blue Ice Flame for many years, and it is dragging it down, even if the Young Pavilion Master of my family is carrying the Yunjiao Spiritual Fire and wants to resolve it, he can't grasp it. ”