Ye Han glanced at Lao Khan, then looked back at An Ruoqing who was in a daze, then pointed to the branch cane in her hand and said.
"This... don't you think this old man is weird? Give you a branch and say it will come in handy?"
Ye Han felt that this old man must have been confused, and he would give his branch cane to An Ruoqing as a treasure. He found a most reasonable reason to persuade himself.
But An Ruoqing felt that things were too weird. Regardless of whether the crutches were useful or not, let them stay first. After all, the key to subduing the mirage is now.
The two of them clarified their thoughts and prepared to quickly reach the Taoist temple, but the old man was completely missing as soon as he raised his head.
This made An Ruoqing, who was already puzzled, was at a loss again. Repeatedly said: "Where is the old man just now? Why did he disappear in a blink of an eye."
After climbing a few steps, An Ruoqing couldn't lift her footsteps anymore. Standing still, she stood on tiptoes and looked around for the old man who gave him the crutches just now, but neither was in front of her nor behind. There is still no trace of the old man in the bamboo forests around.
After Ye Han turned his head and looked around, he saw An Ruoqing, who was still anxiously searching for the old man, walked forward blankly, and quietly pulled An Ruoqing's arm and forced her to leave.
Ye Han knew in his heart that one thing was more important than looking for an old man, which was related to the lives of Shilong Town.
The mirage dragon will continue to absorb people's souls to strengthen itself. In the short period of more than a month when the night cold is tracking it, the mirage dragon's demon power continues to rise at an astonishing speed.
Pulling An Ruoqing from the mountain that day also saw the skin of the mirage dragon, so he concluded that it must have turned into a human form. Because she hadn't seen his true face, she didn't dare to let An Ruoqing act rashly.
It has been a few days since I came to the Magical Sound City this time, and I was afraid that I would not dare to waste a minute and a second. Ye Han told An Ruoqing his original intention to pull hard.
Listening to Ye Han's words, An Ruoqing became more accommodating. She did not resist or refuse, and even she was still thinking in her heart: Ye Han's straightforward character, and a hot heart hidden under her cold appearance.
He has been misunderstanding Ye Han, misunderstanding this Ye Han who is dedicated to others. An Ruoqing couldn't help looking up at him. She felt that Ye Han was not as annoying as before.
An Ruoqing secretly rejoiced in shyness, smiling like a lily in March.
Ye Han suddenly turned his head and met An Ruoqing, who was looking at him intently. The two of them let go almost at the same time, and quickly avoided each other's eyes, embarrassingly speechless for a while.
Just as the two of them didn't know how to ease the embarrassment, a few people dressed in Taoist costumes rushed out in front of them at some unknown time.
It turned out that the two had already boarded the Taoist temple unknowingly, and came to the front gate. The few people who rushed over were the Taoists in this Taoist temple.
Indiscriminately, they drew their swords and killed them with the phrase "Brothers give me up".
It was not someone else who was shouting, it was one of the four Taoist priests who bullied the weak in that magical city.
He had just been sent by his master to close the door, and soon he recognized Ye Han and An Ruoqing who had defeated them and injured their brothers.
Ye Han also recognized him at a glance, picked up his internal strength, and drew his sword to stab him directly.
He didn't expect Ye Han's light work to be so. He directly passed the juniors in front of him and rushed straight to him. The knife was easily placed on his neck.
Ye Han said jokingly: "Thank you brothers for the meeting ceremony, but unfortunately they are not enough for me to digest."
"Brother Dao... Brother Dao... If you have something to say, say it well... Say it well... Brothers! Stop now... This is all a misunderstanding... Misunderstanding!"
Several people saw their brother speaking, and stopped one by one, closing the swords in their hands.
"Huh... Is it that simple?" Ye Han thought that he would have to teach this ignorant person this time when he fell into his hands.
Just about to do it, I was stopped by a little Taoist who ran out of the Taoist temple.
This little Taoist was about thirteen or fourteen years old, he was handsome, his face was innocent, and he respectfully said: "Brother Dao, wait a minute, my brother is stubborn by nature, but my heart is not bad. There must be some misunderstanding in this! Taoist temple, I’m afraid it’s wrong to recreate this time..."
"If Brother Dao has any grievances, please come with me and report the matter to the master as it is. His old man will deal with it impartially and will never bend the law for personal gain. Brother Dao, please... Girl please..."
"Okay, then it seems that I have to meet your master well." Ye Han agreed to the little Taoist priest and put away the knife that was resting on his senior brother's neck.
"Brother, let's be with you too!" The little Taoist still didn't forget to call his senior brother who was causing trouble everywhere.
The little Taoist immediately turned and led the way, followed by An Ruoqing and Ye Han.
The Taoist temple is spacious and bright, with large and small temples scattered around, and the pilgrims who come to pray for blessings are in order.
They passed the largest temple all the way to the back hall.
The little Taoist motioned them to wait here, but he ran into the house to report.
Compared with the previous Taoist priests, An Ruoqing and Ye Han felt that this little Taoist priest was a bit more modest and kind.
There were two Taoist leaders who came out with the little Taoist priest. They had the same clothes and the same dress, one after the other.
Walking in the forefront is the little Taoist master, who is more than 60 years old, wearing a white robe, wearing a bun on his head, holding floating dust in his hand,
With piercing eyes, he is the master of the Taoist Temple-Yuanshan Taoist Master.
As soon as the three of them walked out of the threshold of the back hall, the Taoist priest who was behind Taoist Yuan Shan suddenly seemed to have met some acquaintance. He picked up his Taoist gown and stepped up and hurriedly shouted, "Nephew Yehan... why are you here? !"
The one who shouted to him was probably his uncle Dafang. After many years, I suddenly wanted to see each other today, and Daoya was surprised and delighted.
At first glance, it was his master. The Taoist priests who had followed Ye Han ran forward one after another.
They thought that their master would surely seek justice for them, but they didn't think that the teeth at the moment just made a wink to make them retreat.
"Uncle Shi... it's me." Facing his uncle, Ye Han suddenly felt a little shy.
"I haven't seen you in years, you've grown so strong." Dao Yazi said amiably with his hands on Ye Han's shoulders.
"Yeah!... Master Uncle is okay these days!"
Before Master Ye Han could speak, he was interrupted by Dao Yuan Shan who followed afterwards.
"Dao Yazi... This is..." Dao Yuan Shan frowned, looking at Da Yazi, pointing to Ye Han.
"Head teacher, don't panic, this is the nephew Ye Han that I often mentioned to you... He is a good seedling of Taoism!"
"Yehan, come here... I'll see Dao Yuan Shan soon."