And just like that, the day passed in the blink of an eye.

I saw that the last group of disciples of Zixia Temple, under the leadership of Great Elder Ouyang Qi, were already preparing to evacuate, either returning to Lin'an City or entering the territory of Zixia Temple.

As for the Oriental Crane, it had already left early the day before yesterday.

Ning Chen, who woke up, had already changed into a white robe that looked extremely simple, without the slightest publicity, and his appearance looked no different from an ordinary white robe.

When he came to the door, Ning Chen saw that wave after wave of Zixia Guan disciples stepped on the spirit sword and headed towards the south.

Erhong had already packed his bags, stood at the door with Li Xiang, and when he saw Ning Chen walking out, he leaned over with a smile.

"Second aunt, when are we leaving?" asked Erhong.

"What about the fat man?" Ning Chen looked around.

The dead fat man said that he would go with his father all the time. Erhong said indifferently.

"In that case, let's go now. Ning Chen spoke, and then followed directly behind the Great Elder Ouyang Qi, heading all the way to the south at high speed.

The last group of Zixia Guan disciples walked out of Xihong City, looking at this lonely city getting farther and farther away, Ning Chen's face did not have the slightest reluctance, or nostalgia or the like, after all, the Wind Purple Lake and the Spirit Dove Domain are now completely Ning Chen's, and they will come back sooner or later.

It's just that when Ning Chen looked ahead and looked in the direction of Lin'an City, his face was already full of emotion.

After being away for a few years, Ning Chen is no longer the little scholar, but the famous second aunt, the first Tianjiao of Zixia Temple. The change is not a slight. It's turned upside down.

"I don't know if Lin'an City has changed?" Ning Chen couldn't help muttering to himself.

From Yinbei County to Lin'an City. The road was not close, even if Ning Chen and the others cultivated to a high level, it would take at least ten days to travel.

Galloping all the way, crossing mountains and mountains, after several days of marching, Ouyang Qi took Ning Chen and his party, and finally approached Lin'an City little by little.

As Ning Chen and his party once again entered a precipitous mountain, a familiar aura suddenly came to their faces. The sound of birdsong continued to reach Ning Chen's ears.

After being stunned for a while, Ning Chen's expression suddenly moved, and he suddenly realized, isn't this the Yunlan Mountain in the north of Lin'an City? Lin'an City is not far away.

With such a discovery, Ning Chen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the landscape has been picturesque for thousands of years, and it has not passed away year after year.

A mountain and a river, thousands of years will not change, but the years are in a hurry, and I am no longer the same person I used to be.

"Elder Ouyang. You go first, I want to visit an old friend. I'll meet you later. Ning Chen suddenly came to the side of Grand Elder Ouyang Qi and said politely.

Ouyang Qi turned his head slightly, looked at Ning Chen, didn't say anything, and then nodded, after all, Ning Chen is now a foundation building stage monk, even in Lin'an City, there are few people who are his opponents, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Okay, I hope that the second aunt and junior brother will be careful. Ouyang Qi opened his mouth and said, it's just how to say the word "junior brother", how to feel awkward, but there is no way, who makes the family an apprentice of Dongfang Crane, it is a generational child.

"Don't worry, I'll go back as soon as I go. Ning Chen said a word to Ouyang Qi respectfully, and explained a few words to Erhong and Li Xiang, asking them to follow the Great Elder closely and not go anywhere, and then Ning Chen broke away from the big team by himself, and walked all the way along a rugged mountain path in the direction of Qingxin Temple.

Back then, when Ning Chen was the most difficult, he spent time in this Qingxin Temple, if it wasn't for Master Kujue's acceptance, Ning Chen didn't know what would have happened.

Without using any spells, it was impossible to rely on it completely, Ning Chen flipped through a towering mountain peak, and walked forward little by little.

Along the way, although they encountered a ferocious beast, when the beast smelled the breath on Ning Chen's body, it let out a terrified howl, and then turned around and fled.

Ning Chen didn't care about this in the slightest.

Before coming to the temple, it was even more dilapidated than a few years ago, except for the main hall, the only few remaining houses had also collapsed, and the mottled ruins were covered with moss.

It's like Ning Chen's past, and it's full of despair.

"Maybe I can fix it up. Ning Chen muttered to himself, and then stepped directly into the main hall, only to see that Master Kujue was still sitting cross-legged in it, like a withered tree, motionless, and he couldn't even feel the slightest breath on his body.

"Junior Ning Chen, meet Master Kujue. Standing at the door of the main hall, Ning Chen then clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Master Kujue.

"Lord Ning has a strong breath, a solid mind, and a confident and powerful conversation, and is obviously an extraordinary husband. Kujue didn't open his eyes, and said word by word, his tone was calm, and his voice was even more rich and natural.

"The master has won the award, but the younger generation has some cultivation, and today I just happened to return to Lin'an City, and I came to visit. Ning Chen took a step forward, and then hugged his fists, in awe of Master Kujue from the bottom of his heart.

Others may not know, but Ning Chen knows very well in his heart how deep the Zen power of Master Kujue is, if it were not for Master Kujue's guidance, how could Ning Chen's Mahayana Sutra have such a realm.

"Master Ning Shi is now a dragon and phoenix among people, and he can still remember the old man, which is rare, rare. Master Kujue finally slowly opened his eyes and said softly.

Compared with the withered flesh, the withered eyes are bright and clear, like newborn babies, unstained with the slightest pollution.

Then, Ning Chen didn't say anything, just sat cross-legged on the stone in front of Master Kujue as before, and made a bonfire to boil two cups of tea.

However, this tea has been replaced with an extremely precious green poling tea, just put two pieces, the whole dilapidated temple is already filled with the fragrance of tea, even the birds chirping on the beams of the house, as if intoxicated by the fragrance of tea, a comfortable appearance.

"Master, please use it. Ning Chen carefully picked up a cup of tea, put it in Kujue's hand, and said respectfully, it looked the same as before, every time he talked with Kujue, Ning Chen would take the initiative to drink a few cups of tea with Master Kujue.

Kujue raised his eyes and looked at Ning Chen, who was sitting in front of him, without saying anything else, raised his hand like a dead wood, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"How does the master feel about this tea?" Ning Chen said with anticipation, you must know that before Ning Chen and Master Kujue drank the cheapest herbal tea, which was all over the mountains, and this green spirit tea was the thousand-year-old treasure tea that Ning Chen found in the Lingjiu Domain, and a small piece was worth dozens of spirit stones.

"Spicy. "I tasted it lightly and made a soft sound. (To be continued.) )