Zhang Yi was so happy that he could not hide his happiness when he received the news that Qing Xuzi was about to come back.

Ling Xiao hesitated for a while, then asked curiously: "Uncle Master, you have never come back since you left the Taoist temple nine years ago. Where have you been taken by Master Master over the years?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi lit a cigarette with a vicissitudes of expression, and took a harsh sip, and told him about his experiences over the years.

When Ling Xiao heard Zhang Yi telling about his experiences over the years, he felt a little sad and could not calm down for a long time.

Although the story is mediocre, you can also hear a lot of thrillingness from it.

After a long time, Ling Xiao sighed: "I didn't expect that there would be such a fierce battle in the world of peace and prosperity today, which really opened my eyes."

Ling Xiao has followed Qingxuzi up the mountain since he was a child and rarely enters the secular world. It is because of the development of tourism in recent years that they have learned a little about the outside world.

But he didn't understand the thrilling battles abroad at all, so of course he was stunned.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath of cigarette and smiled lightly, "Where there are people, there will be battles, such as the seemingly peaceful martial arts world. This is different, isn't it?"

Ling Xiao nodded slightly: "Uncle Master said very well. I got the news from Master that the martial arts world will be in peace again."

Zhang Yi was stunned when he heard this and couldn't help asking, "How do you say this?"

"Haha, Master didn't explain it, and I don't know much."

Ling Xiao shook his head, then hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Master, you haven't been back for many years. Should we hold a celebration banquet tonight?"

"Don't need to be so grand, do you?"

Zhang Yi was a little amused.

"Oh, this is a bad word."

Ling Xiao waved his hand and smiled lightly: "You haven't come back for many years, so you must hold a celebration banquet. Moreover, in recent years, many disciples have also let you meet."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi felt something was right. He met many strange faces this morning, so he naturally had to get to know each other.

According to Ling Xiao’s account, there are only more than fifty people in the Taoist temple at present, and some of them have to call him uncle.

Zhang Yi was a little surprised when he heard this. It was a bit incredible that he was only this old and could become a master uncle.

Ling Xiao glanced at Mo Shuining who was sitting quietly on the side, and couldn't help but clasped his fists and said, "Senior Sister, have you been with Uncle Master all this time?"

Mo Shuining snorted and raised her proud little head: "What, do you have any objections?"

"Don't dare, don't dare—" Ling Xiao shrank his neck in fear, waved his hands repeatedly, and said with a wry smile: "Since Senior Sister, you leave the Taoist temple, we junior brothers miss you so much."

"Tsk, you want to see me."

Mo Shuining held his mouth tightly and didn't believe his nonsense at all.

Ling Xiao smiled guiltily. Even so, he would not admit it stupidly.

Just as they finished their meal, a Taoist disciple suddenly ran into the door and kept shouting, "Master! Master!"

Ling Xiao glanced at him coldly and angrily said, "What kind of erratic is it?"

The Taoist disciples lowered their heads, so aggrieved that they didn't dare to let anyone go.

Ling Xiao raised his eyelids slightly, and he asked in annoyance: "What's wrong with you?"

Hearing this, the Taoist disciple raised his head and said, "Master Qingxuzi is back."

Second senior brother is back?

Zhang Yi's eyes lit up instantly. Before they could react, he had already rushed out the door like a ghost.

The Taoist disciple felt a gust of breeze passing by, and he asked tremblingly: "Master, is that one just now, the uncle of the master?"

"That's right, it's your uncle."

Ling Xiao nodded slightly, he looked out the door, shook his head and said, "Uncle Master's mood needs to be improved, it's still the same as before."

Hearing his words, Mo Shuining glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Xiao Lingxiao, do you still want to teach your uncle a lesson?"

Ling Xiao's face changed in fear, and he waved his hand in panic: "Senior Sister, how dare I?"

"Hmph!"

Mo Shuining glared at him again, then got up and ran out, shouting, "Uncle Master, wait for others."

Ling Xiao shook his head with a wry smile: "Senior sister is the same as before. She always likes to follow her uncle's butt, just like a follower."

The Taoist disciple gradually came to his senses and said with a thorn in his mouth: "Master, aren't you afraid that she will hear it?"

Ling Xiao glared at him and scolded: "What?

You still want to spread it?"

"How dare you, my disciple?"

The disciples of Taoist temple were about to cry, and they wanted to give themselves a big mouth, thinking that they were really mean.

at the same time.

Zhang Yi had already run to the Sanqing Hall of the Taoist temple and happened to see an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged inside.

I saw the old Taoist with a long hair and a childish face, a little bit like a flesh and blood. Even so, it could not hide his fairy-like style.

The old Taoist in front of him is Qingxuzi, the second disciple of Tianjizi.

Qing Xuzi is actually over 80 years old, even much younger than Mo Shuining's little ancestor.

Even so, Qing Xuzi gained the ability of Tianjizi to keep his face alive, and the skin on his face was the same as that of a young man in his thirties.

However, Qing Xuzi's white hair all over his head means that he is not young anymore.

As Zhang Yi appeared in the hall, Qing Xuzi suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a slight feeling in his eyes.

"Young brother, you are finally back."

Qingxuzi smiled faintly.

"Junior brother, I have met the second brother!"

Zhang Yi took two steps forward with a nervous mood and respectfully performed a Taoist ritual to Qingxuzi.

Qing Xuzi suddenly stood up, looked Zhang Yi in no trace of his eyes, and nodded with satisfaction: "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years. Your martial arts cultivation has already reached this level. It's so gratifying!"

"Second Brother, I--" For a moment, Zhang Yi didn't know how to speak, and he looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

"Hey, junior brother, don't be anxious, senior brother knows what you are confused about."

Qing Xuzi waved his hand and smiled faintly, "I came here to solve your doubts on your master's order."

"What?

Did Master ask you to come?"

Zhang Yi was shocked.

Qing Xuzi nodded slightly. He walked a few steps back and forth in the hall and said with a smile: "Although Master has been traveling around the world all year round, he has been paying attention to your affairs. Master knows all your experiences clearly."

Zhang Yi nodded in empathy. Master's ability is beyond the ordinary, and Master must know everything he has done.

Qing Xuzi looked at him deeply and sighed: "The Mu family has a unique status. Have you really decided to go to the Mu family?"

"That's right, I must go to the Mu family."

Zhang Yi clenched his fists, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he couldn't help asking: "Second Brother, do you also know that Mantong was arrested by the Mu family?"

"We naturally know it very well, but--" At this point, Qing Xuzi paused and sighed: "We Qingyang Taoist Temple, after all, belong to outsiders, and it is really hard to interfere in this matter. However, the master has already told me,

Let me tell you where the Mu family is and you need to do the next thing yourself!"

"Where is the Mu family?"
Chapter completed!