Song Qingxiao was silent, and the joy in the eyes of the old Taoist turned into sorrow and loss.

He was looking forward to seeing him for a long time, but he did not expect to be parting again.

The eldest disciple returned to him, but the younger disciple had to go away in the end.

She did not speak, sometimes this silence already represents a lot of things.

It is very likely that this time we parted and there will be no time to meet again.

He felt uncomfortable, but he didn't show it on the surface. Instead, he exercised restraint, fearing that it would affect the child's decision.

The second disciple with a simple face did not see Master's loss and sadness, but felt extremely excited the moment he heard Song Changqing's words.

He was sincere, but he didn't have many eyes. He didn't see Song Changqing's words, and the two masters and disciples were speechless.

"Now it's okay. Big brother wakes up, little sister comes back, Master, your old man's body is also recovering, for me, Yunhushan, it is really a great joy."

He smiled honestly, and did not show any embarrassment when addressing Song Changqing and Song Qingxiao because of their young appearance:

"Master is now over a hundred years old. Some time ago, it happened that Baocai went up the mountain and asked Master how long his life will be and if he would like to organize a birthday banquet. Everyone gathers for joy and joy."

When he said this, he turned his head hopefully to see the old Taoist priest:

"If I remember correctly, Master, you will have your 150th birthday next year. Taking advantage of the return of the senior brother and the younger sister, why don't you set up two tables and ask the villagers who know you well in the village to celebrate your birthday? "

The old Taoist priests have solved many problems for the villagers over the years, and in the hearts of the villagers in the nearby Shili Baxiang, they are no different from living gods.

They also knew that he went to Shenzhuang to eliminate demons and defend the way, and they were very grateful to him.

If the old Taoist priests want to hold a birthday banquet, they will definitely come to worship the birthday.

"Leave this to me."

He has no prospects, and his cultivation is not high or low. Now more than ten years have passed, and he has just reached the realm of half pill.

However, he has a down-to-earth personality, and he is attentive, and he is taking care of the major events of Yunhushan.

"The rooms of the older brother and younger younger sister have been tidying up all the time, but they are all old things and need to be replaced with new things. If you look back, what younger younger sister wants, tell me, I can buy it again."

He calculated how much money he had in hand and how much it would cost to order banquet dishes.

Suddenly chattering, but did not notice that Song Qingxiao and the old Taoist priests were silent.

"If it's not enough, we will borrow some first, and we will pick up some work later and pay it back."

Yunhushan has become famous in recent years, but has little savings.

Old Taoists act only on conscience, not to make a fortune.

In addition, most of his money is used to do things and bury the dead bones of Shenzhuang, the master and disciple have always been very struggling.

Song Qing smiled while listening to the second brother talking about these things, and there was a bit of yearning light in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if following the words of the second brother, Yunhushan Taoist familiarity actually appeared in front of him. Scene.

The ancient Taoist temples are adorned with red and color, sweeping away the cold and poor in the past.

Watching people coming and going, the old Taoist priests who are birthday stars sit on the high hall, and the voices of birthday congratulations are endless.

The big brother has awakened, chatting and laughing with the guests openly, sweeping away the shadow of being trapped in Jiuyou.

After being busy, the second brother served dishes and greeted the guests who came to celebrate their birthday.

…

It is a pity that the fake is fake after all.

The sound of firecrackers faded one by one, and the hustle and bustle was finally calm.

She opened her eyes and saw the ruins of Shenzhuang after the war.

The rain has stopped, the thick clouds are dissipating, and the sun has broken through the barriers of the clouds, and has begun to take care of this tortured town for more than 300 years.

Everything is developing in a good direction, but she has heard the call of the word ‘benevolence’ and is about to lead her on a new journey.

"Ugh…"

She sighed silently, remembering the previous illusion, and her heart was filled with tranquility and joy.

Song Qingxiao allowed herself to indulge in this feeling for a while, and then suppressed these unrealistic fantasies.

The periphery of the eyeball turned into dark gold, and when she opened her eyes again, she had become extremely calm.

"Second Brother—"

As soon as she spoke, the old Taoist priest hurriedly said:

"At my age, living to this day is an exceptional gift from God. I can see your senior brother and younger sister again in peace. With you, what could be better than this?"

The second disciple was stunned for a moment, and looked at Song Qingxiao with some bewilderment.

She knew that the old Taoist said this, probably because she had guessed something and wanted to help herself.

Song Qing's heart softened, and he leaned his head against the old Taoist's shoulders-like a child in a dream, leaning against the old Taoist's side like a daughter coquettishly.

His figure was thin, and his cultivation realm was far from being compared to her now.

But this thin old man brought her unparalleled peace of mind and peace, as well as a strong sense of security, a feeling that no strength can match.

"Did Master guess that I am leaving?"

What I didn't know how to say, the moment I leaned against the old Taoist, I naturally said it.

The old Taoist nose was sore, he reached out and touched her cheek, and said lovingly:

"I want to keep you, but when the girl grows up, she also has her own things to do."

His words reminded Song Qingxiao that when Shen Zhuang's mission was over, he calmly sent himself away in this way.

At that time, he didn't ask why, but urged her to leave soon.

"I…"

There was moisture in Song Qingxiao's eyes, and he choked.

The old Taoist resisted his grief:

"What is there to cry? When the child is older, which one will not leave the parent's side?"

"Your master, I am now recovering, I can eat, and sleep soundly. Could it be that you still have any worries?"

"Do your business, don't worry about me."

He held Song Changqing in one hand and talked to himself together, as if comforting Song Qingxiao, but also as comforting himself:

"Now Meng Fanglan is dead, the roots of Shen Zhuang have been eliminated, and your big brother is back with me again."

Even if he lost a young apprentice in the second half of his life, Song Changqing and his second apprentice were still by his side.

He stared deliberately:

"Are you afraid that they won't be filial to me?"

"Of course not!" Song Qingxiao hadn't spoken yet, when the old man in the green shirt on the side heard this and quickly retorted.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Song Qing a little nervously:

"Little Junior Sister, won't the little Junior Sister go back?"

Song Qingxiao pursed her lips and responded softly:

"I may not be able to accompany you back again."

When she said this, she glanced at her palm.

In the palm of her hand, a softly radiant character "Yi" slowly appeared in front of her, which was somewhat similar to the Tiandao Temple where she returned to the temple 800 years ago after activating the "Benevolence" order that day.

She has sensed the call of that power, and it is very likely that she will leave this place soon.

"When I smashed the ghost gu that Meng Fanglan transformed, I borrowed some power."

She tried to explain:

"These forces involve some causes and conditions, and I need to settle them."

After all, Meng Fanglan is the evil spirit, and has forged a reincarnation marriage with Song Changqing.

When she was desperate to die, she was so close to Song Changqing and turned into a ghost to rush towards Song Changqing, Song Qingxiao naturally wanted to do her best to stop her.

Even though Ah Qi has the power to control the law of life and death, it is about Song Changqing, she is not willing to gamble on that one in ten thousand possibility.

She activated the power of the ‘benevolence’ to kill Meng Fanglan and rescued Song Changqing. Now she naturally follows the guidance of the ‘benevolence’ and embarks on a new ‘journey’ to find an opportunity to fully absorb this power.

The old Taoist looked a little sad, but he still nodded, a little bit sad:

"You have to take care of yourself."

"Master has calculated the divination for you. Once the death is over, you will be well in the future."

"The hexagrams of Yunhushan have always been the most accurate." He said.

"The hexagrams of Yunhushan have always been the most accurate!" Song Qingxiao also said at the same time.

Both the master and the apprentice spoke in unison, and they were all startled for a moment. The old Taoist smiled, but sadness arose in his heart.

He knew that after this departure, the master and disciple might never see each other again.

He looked at the child in front of him greedily, trying to keep her face firmly in his heart.

Song Qing flipped over her palm, took out a few universe pouches, spread it out on her palm, and handed it to the second brother:

"These are some little things I collected."

During the trial in God's Prison, she packed a lot of small things and kept them in her ring space.

At that time, Su Wu laughed at her for being poor and reluctant to sell her things, but now it is just used to give it to the old Taoist priests and others.

"The spiritual knowledge in it has been erased by me, and you can recognize the Lord individually."

She noticed that although the old Taoist priests were cultivators, they were quite struggling. During the trip to Shenzhuang, his back pockets were filled with talisman paper and magic treasures.

There are a lot of things left in these Universe Pouches, and there are some pills and magic weapons, which are just suitable for the old Taoist priests and apprentices.

"Brothers, look at it. If you can use it, you can use it yourself, and if you don't use it, you can exchange it."

With the existence of these things, the strength of Yunhushan's people should be able to increase a lot, and the cultivation base of the old Taoist priest and the second senior should also be able to go further.

The old man in Qingshan heard this, although he was a little moved, he did not reach out to pick it up, but glanced at the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest is not welcome. He took two of the Universe Pouches at will, and reprimanded the second disciple:

"Your junior is not an outsider, you just hold what you give you."

When the second disciple heard this, he smiled a little honestly, took the things from Song Qingxiao's hand, like a child who had received a gift, and smiled embarrassedly:

"Thank you, Junior Sister."

The people at Yunhushan have never seen anything like Qiankun's bag. The old Taoist priests have heard of such a ‘artifact’ in the legend, but this is the first time they have really seen it.

It's just that when he got this item, he didn't see much joy, but he was worried that Song Qingxiao couldn't let it go, so he reluctantly took it away.

When everyone was silent, Song Qingxiao broke the silence and said:

"Master."

"I didn't have a father since I was a child. You raised me and taught me many things. To me, it is no different from my father."

When she said this, the old Taoist only felt that his eyes were sore, and his tears seemed to flow out.

He was afraid of being seen by Song Qingxiao and lowered his head to cover it up.

She lost her father when she was a child and suffered a lot. It was not until she met an old Taoist priest that she made up for her lack of emotion.

"I want to call you Dad, I hope you don't blame it."

"Where can I blame you?" The old Taoist said softly. He only blamed himself for being too old-fashioned and unconventional, and worried that he would not be able to meet Song Qingxiao again in this life, making each other regretful for the rest of his life.

Now that he has the opportunity to make up, he is naturally happy.

"In my heart, although you are a disciple, you are actually just like my daughter."

Not one's own, but better than one's own.

Song Qing nodded slightly, but there was something in her mind, as if she was thinking of something, and told him:

"The one hundred and fifty birthday is still to be done."

Although she is not there, she'sees' the existence of this birthday banquet in advance.

This is Song Qingxiao's new ability after touching the threshold of entering the Holy Realm, and some foresight about the future.

"Although I'm not here, I can feel that I can have fun with my master and brothers. I can't help but do it."

When she said this, it was a pleasant surprise to the old Taoist priest. Naturally, she nodded her head in surprise and surprise:

"By you, by you!"

The second disciple on the side was also very happy after hearing this:

"If the little junior sister can't be there, but if she can sense it, and enjoy us, it will be no different."

He had heard that the fairy gods in the legend can know the sky from the top and the earth from the bottom. The soul can travel around the world in one day. Maybe the little junior sister has reached such a realm.

Everyone talked and laughed for a while, and Song Qingxiao sensed that the power of the word'benevolence' in his palm had gradually lost control.

A powerful opportunity seemed to be grabbing at herself, trying to pull her into the countercurrent of time and space.

"Mother..."

Ah Qi, who was standing next to Zhang Shouyi, had sensed something was wrong and called Song Qing in a small voice.

Hearing this claim, the veteran Taoist suddenly looked startled.

He looked at Aqi's age, as if he had understood something, he was happy, and when he looked at Aqishi, his eyes showed kindness.

It's a pity that he was very happy to see the two disciples earlier. In the middle of the journey, everyone recounted the past and forgot to ask about the history of Ah Qi and the silver wolf.

Song Qingxiao knew he had misunderstood, but at this time, it was too late to explain.

Silver Wolf had a blood contract with her, and he also sensed the surge of spiritual power, walked to her side, shrunk her figure, and patted her on the back with a long tail.

"Father, I am leaving."

The last time she left, she did not say goodbye formally like this, nor did she hear the old Taoist response after leaving. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But this time, after she finished speaking, the old Taoist priest did not hesitate, but responded loudly:

"Ah! Take care of yourself in the future, if you have a chance..."

Remember to go home and see your dad!

He didn't finish his words, spiritual power surged, and the word ‘benevolence’ in Song Qing’s palm burst into a scorching temperature, and a powerful attraction pulled her in forcibly!

The old Taoist's shoulders lighted, and the girl who was leaning on his side instantly lost her figure.

The silver wolf that gave people a huge sense of oppression disappeared, and the little monk standing beside Song Qing's little monk also disappeared.

The old Taoist stunned for a moment, and then no longer tolerated, tears flowed out of his eyes and wet his cheeks.

"Master, don't be sad..."

The second disciple, who was at a loss, hurried forward, trying to persuade him to take care of his body.

The old Taoist priest shed tears and said loudly:

"I'm not sad, I lost a disciple, but got an extra girl!"

After he finished speaking, his tears flowed more urgently, and he murmured:

"The hexagrams of Yunhushan are the most effective!"

Back then, he calculated the life and death of the two apprentices, and he would eventually go to Shenzhuang and his party one by one.

Originally thought it was Song Changqing who should be robbed, but unexpectedly he should be here in the end.

Although she was a little regretful that she could not return to Yunhu Mountain with her, but fortunately, she did not leave her heart down.

Before leaving, it was a good thing to be able to hear her calling father again, and to make up for the knot in my heart seventeen years ago.

"After I go back, prepare for my 150-year-old birthday banquet, Qing Novel... She can also feel it."

…

"Mother, time seems to be turning around."

On the other side, Ah Qi already felt something was wrong.

He had already controlled a part of the law, and at this time he felt that Song Qingxiao was heading toward the ‘past’.