Walking out of the door was an old man wearing a cassock. Although his hair was white, his eyes were bright.
He walked forward in three steps and two steps, and the moment he saw Mo Baici, he knelt down.
At this moment, everyone present took a breath of cold air.
That Master Kongyi, whom everyone admired and admired, actually faced a young man who looked to be only in his twenties...
Kneel down!
"Let's talk after we go in." Mo Baici leaned over, gently lifted him up and walked toward the temple with a wave of his sleeves.
A group of bosses were left behind who had not yet recovered from the shock.
"Lord Bai Ci..." In the wing room, Master Kong Yi was almost in tears when he saw him. He never thought that he would see him again in his lifetime. It would be a full 121 years ago.
Later, Luo Qingchen learned that Mo Baici had rescued a seven-year-old boy and gave him a pill and some meager spiritual skills. Let him live longer and have more abilities than others.
It was another lonely and cold night. There were many empty rooms in Jing'an Temple, so he didn't need to sleep in the same room as her.
For some reason, there was a vague feeling of strange emotion in my heart.
Could it be that this is the so-called loss
For the first time in thousands of years, he really didn't like it.
I thought that Li Jinfeng and the others, who had set off earlier, would arrive earlier today, but I never thought that they would not see them hurriedly arriving until the early morning of the next day.
Their faces were all pale and bloodless, and their whole bodies were shivering, as if they had walked out of a thousand-year-old ice cellar.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bai Ci, we're late." No matter how you say it, Li Jinfeng is still the third-ranked spiritual master in Xuankong. After years of wasted preparation, he still knows how to handle major events.
Yan Ruoyao also bowed her head unwillingly, but she did not speak.
Mo Baici glanced at them indifferently and said, "We are leaving today. If you are not strong enough, don't go."
"I can." Li Jinfeng pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
He didn't bring 'them' with him. As the name suggests, it has nothing to do with him whether Yan Ruoyao wants to go or not.
For a spiritualist who lives in the sky, participating in the search for holy objects is a supreme honor.
However, Yan Ruoyao only had face and vanity in her heart, and she didn't understand him at all.
She just wanted to be ahead of Mo Baici, taking the shortcut to Mount Xueshan regardless of the danger, just to satisfy her vanity that hindered her face.
But how did she know that with his spiritual power, it would be impossible to successfully cross Snow'e Mountain.
The two of them spent all their strength and twice the time to get here from Xu'e Mountain.
And she didn't feel sorry for him at all. Instead, he pressed him step by step, thinking that he was of no use at all.
This is Yan Ruoyao, the lover he loved deeply in his previous life and has been looking for for hundreds of years in this life.
They are all destined lovers in the past life, and they will definitely know each other and stay together in this life.
But why did he always recall the hundred years with that girl in his heart, where they accompanied each other day and night, playing the piano and the harp in harmony.
She cares about his every move and everything about him.
But now, they are drifting apart, and she is no longer the little Sakura demon who follows her.
"I...I want to go too." Yan Ruoyao bit her lip and said these words with difficulty.
This was a chance, her chance. How could she stop at this place.
No, absolutely not... (To be continued)