"Wuji, come with me." Xie Hanyi waved to Ye Wuji, "Shall I take you to meet your master?"
The old man's voice sounded again: "Huh! I don't have any disciples who killed my master!"
"Master." Xie Hanyi had a look of helplessness on his face, "After all, it was my fault that happened in the past. Please stop worrying about it."
The old man stopped talking, and Ye Wuji followed Xie Hanyi to the top of the mountain. His martial arts seemed to have improved again. He walked on the snow without leaving any traces, and his walking gait was like floating. If he hadn't known that he had had close contact with Xie Hanyi, Ye Wuji might have thought that he was an immortal.
"Follow me closely." Xie Hanyi said, "The mountain is covered with formations, don't get lost."
A'nan was held by his hand, so naturally he said these words to Ye Wuji. If it turns out, he must be holding Ye Wuji's hand.
Ye Wuji smiled mockingly. What on earth was she thinking? She killed him with her own hands, does she still have the illusion of returning to the past? Things are changing, and people are changing too, and nothing can go back.
A snow-white palace that looks like it was made of ice and snow appears on the top of the mountain. This palace is so beautiful and ingenious that it hardly looks like it was made by man. Ye Wuji once thought that the Feidu Immortal Palace of the Guhui Sect was already exquisite and exquisite, but in front of this palace, the Feidu Immortal Palace was like a mud house with tiles.
Above the main entrance of the palace are engraved three domineering characters "Xuanji Palace". These three words do not match the fairy spirit of the entire palace at all, and each stroke shows domineering and domineering.
"These three words were written by Master." Seeing Ye Wuji looking at the three words, Xie Hanyi explained to her, "They were written three hundred years ago when Xuanji Palace was first established. Master was still very young at that time."
"Three hundred years?" Ye Wuji was surprised. Is there really anyone in this world who can live to be more than three hundred years old? Isn't that something that only exists in legends
"Yes, three hundred years." Xie Hanyi said as he pushed open the palace door, "Master's name is 'Master Xuanji'. You may not have heard of this name, but you must know his other name."
"What?"
"Duan Qingxiu."
Duan Qingxiu, the first martial arts leader? That Duan Qingxiu who is said to possess Jasper Xiao and obtain the method of immortality
The old man sitting at the top of the hall, with white hair and a childish face, had a kind face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he snorted coldly: "Huh! I will never admit that you are a disciple of my Xuanji Sect!"
"Master..."
"Shut up!" Duan Qingxiu shouted, and Xie Hanyi, who wanted to defend Ye Wuji, had no choice but to shut his mouth.
"In our Xuanji sect, respecting our master is the first priority, and we have never been killed by our disciples."
"You are just my disciple." Xie Hanyi whispered.
Ye Wuji looked at the two of them talking to each other, always feeling like he was dreaming. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of a butterfly, was it a yes or no? Is what I am experiencing now just a dream, or everything I experienced before is just a dream. When she woke up, it was still a sunny afternoon at Wuyou Villa, with her senior brother and master, and nothing had changed.
There seemed to be countless voices rumbling in Ye Wuji's ears, and everything in front of him seemed hazy as if covered with a veil.
"Wuji, come and kowtow to your master to calm him down. You are still my disciple." Xie Hanyi said to Ye Wuji.
But his face was a bit unclear to Ye Wuji. Is the person in front of him really Xie Hanyi? Does Xie Hanyi really have a master? She took two steps back, a low laugh rising from her throat.
"What Xuanji sect, what Duan Qingxiu. Ha, ha, ha, they are all lies! You are not Xie Hanyi, you are not! Xie Hanyi is dead!"
"Wuji!" Xie Hanyi suddenly shouted. The sound was like a blow to the head, causing Ye Wuji's eardrums to hurt. Then the veil in front of his eyes was lifted by an invisible hand, and Xie Hanyi's face became clear again.
"I forgot. There are monsters in this mountain that disturb people's consciousness." Xie Hanyi stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. A small white-skinned thing with transparent wings was caught in his hand. "This is the snow charm." , specializes in confusing people.”