Wei Shuyu saw Our Lady of Wudang who had been stunned for a long time and asked with a smile: "Don't you think I stole this?"

"Leave." Our Lady of Wudang looked extremely complicated, and finally said silently, and then turned around.

The Qingping Sword is Master Tongtian’s spiritual treasure of enlightenment. Who in the world can steal it?

Taiqing and Yuqing are not good, and the Two Saints of the West are not good!

Mother Wudang had already guessed in her heart that the teacher had personally handed Qingping into his hands.

Our Lady of Wudang turned around and closed her eyes tightly, with a complicated expression on her face.

The scenes of the four generals of the Demon Family, the Ten Heavenly Lords, the Flame Immortal, Zhao Gongming, Sanxiao and countless junior brothers and sisters who died tragically kept reappearing in my mind.

Over the years, Our Lady of Wudang has cried all her tears, and her heart aches to the point of numbness.

Time and time again I went to Zixiao Palace with great expectations, but I was disappointed time and time again.

When countless disappointments piled up, Our Lady of Wudang despaired, and finally accepted the fact that the Jiejiao orthodoxy had been destroyed!

There was silence in Lishan Dojo.

Wei Shuyu tied the mouth of the bag again, carried it behind his back, and stared at the back of the Virgin Mary.

From her back, Wei Shuyu felt her throbbing, and her calm Taoist heart stirred up waves.

Wei Shuyu knew that he was completely sure this time.

Wei Shuyu was not in a hurry, he sat on a futon, took out a sapphire teapot from his sleeve, and placed two tea leaves on it.

The sapphire teapot is a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, which Wei Shuyu received from Master Tongtian. The tea leaves are a top-grade acquired spiritual root, the enlightenment tea tree.

Wei Shuyu waved his hand, intercepted a part of the clear spring from the creek outside the Lishan Dojo, poured it into the teapot, and then fired the sapphire teapot over a slow fire.

After half a moment, the water boiled.

The aroma of tea overflows and lingers in the dojo.

A sip of tea leaves a fragrance in your mouth and refreshes your mind...

"This teapot should be familiar to you, right? It belongs to the Sage of Shangqing."

"I don't want to see such a good teapot gathering dust, so...this one was stolen."

"Why is it covered in dust? I don't know if he likes to drink tea? Maybe it's because after the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he has never drank tea, and drinking tea has turned into drinking."

The Holy Mother of Wudang turned her back to Wei Shuyu. Listening to Wei Shuyu's words, the Taoist body couldn't help but tremble slightly, 'Once upon a time, the senior uncle, the second uncle and the teacher all liked drinking tea the most...the days of drinking tea and discussing Taoism in Kunlun Mountain.'

Wei Shuyu didn't know Wudang's thoughts, so he thought to himself: "I still remember the first time I met him. He was dressed sloppily and smelled of alcohol. I almost called him an alcoholic at that time."

"Can you imagine that is what a saint looks like?" Wei Shuyu asked Our Lady of Wudang.

Wei Shuyu could clearly see the body of Our Lady of Wudang trembling slightly, but she still did not speak.

"This time we met the Holy Mother of Turtle Spirit, Remnant Soul."

"Five years, the Sage Shangqing spent five years, tried every means, but could not save her remaining soul."

"The Sage of Shangqing has always been resolute and open-minded, but have you ever seen him look lost and lonely?"

"What's that look like? As a teacher but unable to save his disciple, he feels so self-blaming and guilty, ugh." Wei Shuyu sighed slightly.

When Wei Shuyu finished speaking, Our Lady of Wudang suddenly turned around, stared at Wei Shuyu with a pair of cold and beautiful eyes, and asked word by word:

"The Turtle Spirit...junior sister, isn't her body and spirit destroyed?"

"The remnant soul! I said it is a remnant soul, a remnant soul that is so damaged that it can no longer be damaged!"

The coldness in the eyes of Our Lady of Wudang finally dissipated, and she continued to ask: "How is it possible? Now that the remnant soul of Junior Sister Guiling has been found, how is it possible that the teacher cannot save her!"

"You'll know why once you take a look!"

"Are saints omnipotent? Can saints settle everything in the world?" Wei Shuyu asked after finishing the cup of tea, slowly raising his head, looking directly at Wudang.

"Isn't it?" Our Lady of Wudang said subconsciously.

The leader of Tongtian Cult is the heaven and earth that controls the disciples of the sect. There is nothing that the teacher cannot do.

Wei Shuyu withdrew his gaze, poured himself a cup of tea, and said calmly: "Of course not, at least...he couldn't save the disciples."

"Don't you want to save him? As a teacher, you cannot understand the pain of watching your disciple die tragically."

"That kind of loneliness, that kind of loneliness, that kind of pain, I thought that his disciples could understand, but now it seems that I was overthinking it."

"I have not joined Jiejiao. I am here today because I owe him a personal favor."

"I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but I hope I can atone for my sins and take my leave." Wei Shuyu put away the sapphire teapot, straightened his sleeves, stood up and turned around.

The Madonna of Wudang was stunned on the spot, a drop of clear tears fell inadvertently from her cold eyes, unable to imagine the teacher's loneliness, loneliness, and pain...

Wei Shuyu turned his back to Our Lady of Wudang, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said solemnly: "In half a year, I will go to Qilin Cliff in Kunlun Mountain."

"I don't know which golden immortal was taught by Chan to guard Qilin Cliff. Whether it succeeds or not, it can be regarded as repaying the cause and effect of the Sage of the Supreme Purity."

After Wei Shuyu finished speaking, he half-stepped out of the Lishan Dojo, and added: "As for whether the Green Snake should go or stay, you decide. If there is no place to go, it can be sent to Anping County of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Huanglong Zhenren!"

"Zhenren Huanglong was ordered to guard Qilin Cliff, which was the Taiyi Golden Fairyland many years ago..." Our Lady of Wudang looked at Wei Shuyu's back and spoke slowly.

‘It turned out to be Zhenren Huanglong, Sanwudao, and the situation is better than expected!’ Wei Shuyu chuckled in his heart.

The three types of people without Taoism refer to those who have no power, no spiritual treasures, and no supernatural powers!

If Guangchengzi is guarding it, there will probably be trouble. As the leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun, Guangchengzi still has two brushes. He must have recovered his cultivation and become a quasi-sage.

"Okay, thank you!" Wei Shuyu walked out of the Lishan Dojo without turning around, breathing a long sigh of relief in his heart.

“Success is the Holy Mother of Nothing!”

"She will definitely participate in the operation to save Yunxiao!"

Outside Lishan Dojo.

White Snake was still waiting quietly for Wei Shuyu. When he saw the Immortal Chief coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward and saluted respectfully: "Immortal Chief, how are you? Has my mother agreed to accept Xiaoqing?"

Wei Shuyu chuckled and nodded, "You can take your sister Qing'er to become a disciple. Practice hard and attain immortality as soon as possible."

"Really?" White Snake's face showed joy and she stared at Wei Shuyu closely.

"it is true!"

"And...can you ask an immortal for help?"

"What's up?"

"Please ask the Immortal to give White Snake a name." White Snake has only been practicing for a short time and has not yet met Xu Xian. He looks like he is in love for the first time and his face turns slightly red.

After Wei Shuyu thought for a moment, he said: "Bai Suzhen!"

"Now that the name is given, let's practice cultivation well. Goodbye!"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Shuyu turned into a stream of light and disappeared outside the Lishan Dojo.

"Wait a moment, Immortal Chief. Please wait a moment, Immortal Chief. May I ask the Immortal Chief's name..." White Snake was still asking, but Wei Shuyu had already disappeared.

White Snake couldn't help but feel a little regretful, and kept murmuring to herself: "Bai Suzhen, Bai Suzhen, thank you so much, Immortal."

"Ah, sister Qing'er..."


Chapter completed!