"So, this is the price of life and death, flesh and bones." Mo Haochen couldn't help but sigh after hearing Qing Yin's secret about Xie Wensheng's method of resurrection.

"Everything has a price, not to mention this unscrupulous thing that touches life and death. Since Miss Su has regained her memory, her death is not far away." Qing Yin sighed deeply: "Look for her to find a pure land in the mountains. If that is true, it will be better to wash away the dust of her life."

Mo Haochen scratched his head, "I understand."

"Why did A Yue practice swords like crazy?" Qing Yin looked at the haze that had not yet dissipated in the sky and suddenly said.

Mo Haochen thought for a while, "Before saying goodbye, the head teacher asked me to bring me a word to Senior Brother Murong."

"What's the matter?"

"The ultimate of all things can see the way of heaven."

"One life, two, three, and three are born of all things. Wudangyao's sword technique uses all things into the sword path, and the extreme of all things... Is this urging A Yue to enter the Liuyao sword-controlling realm soon?" Qing Yin thought about this short and profound sentence, "What exactly do Haochen, what do you want to do?"

Mo Haochen shrugged, "I really don't know what the head teacher wants to do, but I always think, Senior Brother Murong, I'm afraid he'll do something stupid."

Outside the Qingyue Palace.

Murong Haoyue walked to the guardrail and looked into the distance.

Su Nansheng did not chase him out, but opened the window and looked down at him.

Since they returned to the mountains, they talked less. Su Nansheng's resurrection this time caused a subtle gap between the two. But this gap did not affect their feelings for each other. However, Murong Haoyue did not want to experience the pain of the past again, so she chose to escape. Su Nansheng knew Murong Haoyue's thoughts and understood his physical condition better. Therefore, he did not force him anything, but made up his mind to go through the last journey of his life by his side, so as to leave without regrets.

Those who pass away in the world rest in peace and return to the land, which is due to the fate of fate and is inevitable.

But there are very few people like her who have come back from the dead.

Being able to resurrection and look at his lover again is a blessing that he will never be able to cultivate for several lifetimes. What's more, she can still have the opportunity to be by his side.

But her ability to see it out does not mean that Murong Haoyue can see it out.

Murong Haoyue raised her palm without warning, slapped the entire guardrail below into black fine powder, and drifted in the air.

"Xiao Haochen must die." He said coldly.

Su Nansheng sighed.

Qingyin, who was standing not far away, also sighed.

"I guessed right." Mo Haochen next to him was very proud.

"I heard you screamed at the head teacher and senior brother very happily. Do you also think Haochen shouldn't die?" Qing Yin asked with his head down.

Mo Haochen curled his lips, "Uncle Master, you are also a bit intriguing."

Qingyin was stunned, then smiled and scratched his head, "You weird brat."

"But he is really sorry for Senior Brother Murong."

Rain City.

"Old man, I appreciate your kindness." Although Xiao Haochen said this, his movements did not stop at all. He swallowed the rotten steamed bun in a few mouthfuls, "But I can't leave yet."

The elder stood up, "Master Taoist, why are you? There is nothing we can treat you."

"I've long been out of the world, so why don't you bother me?" Xiao Haochen took a sip of water, "I'm staying here to help you."

The elder was stunned, "Help us?"

Xiao Haochen smiled and turned his head, "Do you want to see the sun?"

Half an hour later.

The dark clouds dissipated.

The land that was originally washed away by rain finally sprouted tender buds. The residents of Yucheng walked out of their homes and came to the sun.

"Senior brother used his sword to cut the fog, which made Heminggu see the sun again. And I covered the clouds with my hands and cut off the clouds in the rain city. It really has the same effect." Xiao Haochen looked back and looked at the city, "It's a pity, that hazy rain world like falling into the fairyland."

"He is a god." The old man who was supported was so excited that he could not express his words, and almost fell to the ground. The two men who were supporting him also knelt down, "The kindness of kindness of the benefactor! I can't repay you!"

"If you can live well, the best reward is." Xiao Haochen turned his head.

"I am incompetent. I just hope that the gods can live in the city for a few days. Thank you for this, and hope that the gods will be fulfilled!" The elder kowtowed on the ground.

Xiao Haochen smiled and said, "Hahaha, I was trying hard to drive me away before, but now I am thinking about trying to keep me? You old man, so interesting."

The elder shook his head repeatedly, "I dare not, I dare not."

"I still have a place to go, so it's not convenient to stay here." Xiao Haochen held up the oil-paper umbrella. The light of the righteous path shone from the clouds and shone on his umbrella.

"Where is my benefactor going?" asked the elder.

"Go and travel all over the world."

"I'm obviously a god, why do you still have to go around the world?" The elder murmured before he escaped from Xiao Haochen's shock that covered the clouds and rain.

Xiao Haochen, who was walking in front, heard it.

"I want to go and see the beautiful scenery that my senior brother missed because of his romantic love."

"After all, that person has not left much time in this world."

Luoyang City.

Mo Wendong was holding the chess piece and suddenly fell into silence.

"What are you thinking?" asked the sword ancestor in front of him.

Mo Wendong replied: "I'm thinking of an opponent."

"Isn't the opponent of this chess game sitting in front of you at this moment?" Jianzu took a sip of tea.

"My father and I are working together to promote a big game of chess, and they are not really opponents." Mo Wendong made a slow move, "and the person I was thinking of is a real opponent for me. However, he has left Luoyang and has lost his traces. He is still unwilling to be with the Taoist Sect of the World."

The sword ancestor suddenly realized, "You mean that little Taoist priest."

"It's a great regret that I haven't been able to be with him." Mo Wendong shook his head.

Jianzu smiled, "I didn't expect that chess players who treat chess games and chess pieces on the board are so confident and calm, and they will also have times of mutual appreciation," he said.

"The world is like a game, and all living beings are pieces. I treat those pieces just to guide them to walk the path they should walk on the chessboard in the square and horizontal circles." Mo Wendong looked down at the chessboard, "Only in front of him can I realize the real pleasure of meeting opponents. If he can focus on his mind and plan a game together, then the world will not be what he is now. It's a pity that he has his own chess game."

"After all, it was the apprentice taught by that person." Jian Zu suddenly remembered the old Taoist.

"But I have a premonition that one day, I will play another game of chess with him."
Chapter completed!