Evil Emperor steals relatives: cold special concubine

Chapter 323

The high-rise building is built of jade, the peak is cold and snowy, and the wind blows along the Qugong Eight Diagrams, dancing the hair in a mess. Jun Mochu stood under the holy tower, holding the string of Buddhist beads tightly in his hand, with a complicated heart.

"Go back." The hunched figure with its back to her, crouched in front of the huge statue, came the voice clearly and faintly, looking weak and vicissitudes.

Jun Mochu stood in front of the main hall with his back straight, "As long as the hall master is willing to tell me where he is retreating, I will definitely leave."

Ordinary Buddhist beads, with a series of familiar scents, are the smell of being with him for a long time, never leaving his body, why would he give it to others?In the end, it turned into Qingyun's hands. Although Qingyun was mischievous, she would not lie to her. The grandfather she said looked very similar to the great god, let alone the master of the temple in front of her. Who is he?Why are there things of great gods?

There is a sense of uneasiness in my heart, it is a kind of unsteady, restless restlessness.

"Why are you so persistent." The master of the temple didn't look back, and the voice seemed to come from the distant sky, "When he leaves the customs, he will come to you, and now Qing Mingye returns, the heavens are dark, and the four corners and eight tribes are about to move, girl Instead of staying in the temple to guard, it is better to go with the waves and step on the sky."

Jun Mo lowered his eyes at the beginning, pulled the dark brown Buddhist beads tightly, remained silent for a while, and finally expressed the anxiety in his heart hesitantly, "I... am a little uneasy, Palace Master, he must have hidden something from me, I think Ask him face to face."

On the day he woke up, he had an outstanding appearance, his face was sober, and he had returned to normal. He should know that he would come to him again, but he chose to retreat at this moment, either avoiding her or hiding something, how could she Can you feel at ease?

Perhaps, since the day he woke up, he has been like her, remembering all kinds of things in the seventh life, but he pretended not to know, pretended not to love, pretended not to understand, pretended to be friends with her, but now, She didn't care about the embarrassment, she didn't care about the embarrassment of having to know how to face it, she just wanted to see him with her own eyes, to see if he was... well.

Winter seems to be getting closer, the wind is gradually getting colder, and the coolness penetrates the heart. The master of the temple turned the futon cushion under his body and turned around bit by bit. He held a small piece of rectangular futon in his hand. The wooden block, not knowing what to do, lay quietly between his knees.

With some cloudy eyes, he slowly met Shangjun Mochu's clear and beautiful eyes.

Jun Mochu's heart trembled, was it her illusion? In a trance, she actually felt that the master of the temple had grown older in a few days, with frost-white snowflakes on his temples, deep wrinkles on his face, and a crooked body that seemed not straight. Standing up, half curled up.

"That child has a stubborn temper." He said, "This trip is in seclusion and no one will know. If the girl trusts him, let him be. I believe he will come back."

No.

In fact, he has always been there, hasn't he.

The master of the temple opened his mouth slightly and smiled.

Jun Mochu was silent again for a long time, his red lips parted slightly, revealing a little helplessness, "It seems that he must be avoiding me."

If she doesn't want to see her, what can she do? She deliberately hides from her, and doesn't want her to talk about the past with him.

Perhaps, this is his wish for himself, fulfillment.

"Then, if he comes back, please tell me, the Lord." At that time, no matter where the world is, she will come back. After speaking, she turned around and exhaled a long breath, watching the warm air condense into threads in the air. There was a slight mist, and finally left firmly.

The corner of the temple master's lips raised slightly, and he didn't speak any more. There was a trace of desolation that was almost unheard on his deeply wrinkled face.

The whole hall is empty, the heavens surpass beliefs, and the sacred heaven that everyone yearns for is just an empty darkroom. What he doesn't need is within reach, but what he needs is not available.

He lowered his head and stroked the small rectangular piece of wood in his hand. Under the curved fingers, the sharp snow of the knife reflected the fingerprints of different shades. He stroked, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world, gently and slowly. .

One stroke a day, one stroke ten years.

my day, your ten years,

When this spiritual seat is engraved, I have done what I should do for my father, and I should... let it go.

After leaving the temple, Jun Mochu returned to the Lanting Tower. At this time, Qin Hai, who had quickly come to meet after receiving Wen Yang's news, also arrived.

When Fang entered the door, Wen Yang saw Qin Hai, and hurriedly got up to greet him, "Brother, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Qin Hai smiled and shook his head, but he had been waiting for Wen Yang to come at the appointed place. He didn't wait for her for a long time, and thought something happened to her, so he worried about it for several days. When we met today, I learned that everyone is safe. Nothing, I feel a lot more relaxed.

"This is the little girl's mother, named Jun Mochu." Wen Yang introduced Qin Hai, "This is my senior brother, Qin Hai."

Jun Mochu was a little depressed, but still nodded to him friendly, although her face always looked paralyzed...

Qin Hai glanced at Jun Mochu with some surprise, and said, "Miss Jun looks so young..." I don't want to be a mother, which really surprised him.

In the Nine Heavens Realm, the higher the cultivation base, the longer the lifespan. Very few god-level masters would start a family so early, because the longer the lifespan, the longer their youth.

"It's not too young, it's 21." Jun Mochu said, now, you can pack up and register to get the red card. Of course, the premise is to pay nine yuan.

"21..." Wen Yang and Qin Hai had strange expressions on their faces. They felt that either they had auditory hallucinations and heard wrongly, or she slipped the tongue and said something wrong.

"What? You guys seem weird?"

"It's more than strange." Qin Hai said strangely: "I think the girl's cultivation is not weak, maybe she is also a master of the god rank? High god, the 21 that the girl said is really..." It's unbelievable.

76...

"..." Jun Mo glanced at him silently at the beginning. He looked so handsome and personable. It turned out that he was actually a 76-year-old old man in his bones. She felt instantly shattered.

Of course, what she didn't know was that at Qin Hai's age, among all the high gods, he was relatively talented. Some people could not break through in their entire lives. At the age of 76, in the Nine Heavens, a world with endless vitality, It is indeed very young, equivalent to 30 to [-] years old in the human world.

"By the way, there is another friend." Qin Hai turned to the door, and was about to introduce Wen Yang to Jun Mochu and Wen Yang, but when he turned around, he saw Jue Xin standing motionless by the door.

He was a little puzzled, and just about to ask, Juexin suddenly took off the cloak on top of his head, revealing a fair and delicate face.

He looked at Jun Mochu for a long time, and then mechanically pulled his rusty lips:

"finally found you."