Wang Lin glanced at the man in the purple and golden robe, and could only see that the man had cultivated to the broken nirvana. Without saying much, he grabbed the jade slip with his right hand and threw it at him.
The man's expression was calm, took it, and swept his spiritual sense inward, but he immediately gave a sigh, his expression was solemn, and with his cultivation level, he couldn't even see the content of the jade slip.
But he could see that the material of this jade slip was absolutely extraordinary, and it contained a hint of enthusiasm in the world. With Wang Lin's identity, this jade slip was not simple!
"This is?" The man raised his head and looked at Wang Lin.
"Old Sage Emperor Vermilion, I found a secret from the Alliance Headquarters. Before returning to the ruins, let me send this jade slip to the realm of Kunxu!" Wang Lin said calmly.
The man nodded, knowing that this matter must be no small matter, and his expression became more solemn. Holding a fist: "Thank you!"
Wang Lin flicked his right hand, and three primordial spirits were thrown out by him immediately, and they fell aside. All three primordial spirits closed their eyes tightly, obviously being imprisoned.
"Before Wang didn't invite Jane, the thing recorded in the jade slip was important, so he shot and forced into the teleportation formation." Wang Lin said, grabbing at the void, and another jade slip in his hand, threw it out and handed it to the man.
This jade slip is a picture that clearly records the causes and consequences of Wang Lin's absence and the four guards.
After the man took it, he looked calm, and said slowly: "Sage Emperor Lao has taught him on his behalf, but the lesson can be done, but killing me, Kunxu, is a bit unreasonable."
"It's just a miss." Wang Lin said flatly.
The man stared at Wang Lin, smiled slightly, and said: "This matter is of great importance, so please stay in Kunxu for a few days, and then hand over the jade slips..."
Before the man's words were finished, a cold woman's voice came from the world.
"Let him go!"
As soon as this voice appeared, the cultivators all around suddenly looked respectful, and even the purple-robed man was taken aback, and respectfully said yes.
In front of everyone, Mu Bing had a complicated expression on his eyebrows, stepping out of nothingness. Look at Wang Lin.
At the same time, two long rainbows galloped in the distance, falling in front of Wang Lin and turning into Zhou Ru and Xiaobai. Zhou Ru saw Wang Lin's little face even more excited.
"Uncle!! It's really you!" Zhou Ru's eyes were red, and there were tears in his eyes.
Seeing Zhou Ru, Wang Lin showed a smile on his face and nodded: "Uncle will come to pick you up."
Zhou Ru had grown up, and naturally saw that the scene before him seemed a bit unusual. Knowing that it was not enough to say more at this moment, he immediately came to Wang Lin and looked at Wang Lin in front of him, especially the white hair. It hurts.
"I want to take Zhou Ru away." Wang Lin looked at Mu Bingmei, was silent for a moment, and said slowly.
Mu Bing bit his lower lip and whispered: "You all retreat." When the surrounding monks heard the words, they immediately backed away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The purple-robed man gave Wang Lin a deep look and turned to leave.
soon. Apart from Wang Lin, Zhou Ru, and Mu Bingmei, there were no other monks in the surrounding area.
"Zhou Ru, don't waste your cultivation base after you leave, don't forget the daily meditation, don't you know." Mu Bingmei looked away from Wang Lin, looked at Zhou Ru, and said softly.
Zhou Ru looked at Wang Lin and then at Mu Bingmei. Over the years, she could feel that the master treated herself very well, especially back then, if the master didn’t save herself, it would be her current self. There is no day to meet my uncle.
Thinking of parting, Zhou Ru felt a little depressed, nodded, and whispered, "Master, Ru'er wrote them all down. He will never waste his cultivation base, and Ru'er can come back at any time in the future."
Mu Bing's brows showed bitterness, Zhou Ru didn't understand that there would be no chance of coming back this time, because Wang Lin would not agree.
"You and I are apprentices. I'm leaving now and give you something for the teacher." Mu Bingmei said, raising his hand to take off a jade hairpin from the bun, and took a cherished look at it. Waved to Zhou Ru.
"Master, this..." Zhou Ru was stunned and took it subconsciously. She vaguely remembered that the master had said that this hairpin was a very powerful magic weapon, which seemed to be passed down from her master.
"Come here, let the teacher bring it for you." Mu Bing's eyebrows showed doting. For this disciple, she slowly developed feelings for this disciple after all these years of contact.
Zhou Ru came to Mu Bingmei very obediently. Wang Lin wanted to stop him, but he hesitated for a while, but did not speak.
He curled up Zhou Ru's hair, personally put the hairpin on Zhou Ru's head, Mu Bing's eyebrows touched Zhou Ru's head lightly, his expression disappeared from the coldness of the past, and he said softly: "I will remember later, you Will always be my disciple, the only disciple... Kunxu Realm is also your second home, you... let's go."
"Master!" Tears flowed down Zhou Ru's eyes, and she had a vague feeling. I know my master and uncle, but they are not friends, but hostile. I am afraid that I will never have a chance to see Master again.
Complexity appeared in Wang Lin's eyes. Based on his experience, one could see that Mu Bingmei's relationship with Zhou Ru was not a fake, but he couldn't easily believe it. He thought of Liu Mei's ruthless way. Wang Lin said solemnly: "Zhou Ru."
Zhou Ru looked at Mu Bing's eyebrows, stepped back and knelt on the ground, knocked three heads heavily, and cried: "Master, the disciple is gone."
"Let's go..." Mu Bing bit her lower lip. At this moment, she felt a pain in her heart, as if she had lost something, a little empty. She stepped back, smiled, and nodded.
With Zhou Ru who was reluctant to give up, Wang Lin stepped into the teleportation formation and was about to leave.
At this moment, Mu Bingmei seemed to have plucked up all his courage, looked at Wang Lin's back, and whispered, "Wang Lin, I'm sorry..."
Wang Lin trembled as he stood in the formation, but he hadn't opened it for a long time.
"I'm sorry... I'm really... I'm sorry..." Mu Bing shook his eyebrows, two lines of tears were left from the corners of his eyes, and he kept muttering.
Over the years, the pain in her heart, the torment, she almost collapsed, and the awakening from meditation every night brought inexplicable complexity and confusion in her heart.
"Liu Mei is dead, you are not her, you don't need to say sorry." Wang Lin didn't turn his head, holding on to his chest. At this moment, he felt a pain in his heart. The first time he saw Wang Ping's picture in his memory, he kept coming to his mind, that resentment. The entangled Ying Ying stared at his father's eyes with bitterness and bitterness. It was a nightmare that Wang Lin couldn't forget in his entire life.
Liu Mei wanted to leave his shadow in Wang Lin's heart. She did it, and to this day, she did it!
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Mu Bing's brows were pale, letting tears flow down his beautiful face, and falling on the ground, as if it contained the sound of a collapsed past life.
Wang Lin opened the formation silently, and the sound of the boom echoed, the formation light filled, and at the moment he was about to leave, he seemed to have made a determination to stop the continuous operation of the formation, and said softly.
"Do you really want to see him..."