Beast Master Xuannv

Walking was really tiring, and I accidentally stepped on a delicate flower. I thought it would be hot and irritated the flower, but I didn't expect this flower to be as tough as a rock.

Curiosity surged for a while, and another foot stepped on another lotus flower, firmly and firmly, as if walking on flat ground.

The corner of Que Ye's mouth twitched, this flower is really strong and weird, could it be that it has become a fine flower?

No, a big flower fell off just as soon as I plucked it, and now it’s all right when I step on it?

This flower is human...

Thinking about things in her heart, stepping on a lotus flower with her feet, sublimating step by step, a sense of elegance rose to her heart, and she couldn't help but think of a sentence said by the ancestor Buddha: Born, no one to support, that is, walk around, face Take seven steps each, raise your feet step by step, and come out with a big lotus flower.

Sure enough, the ancestral minister is the ancestral minister, and what he said has a deep meaning, as the saying goes, he spits out lotus flowers to comfort everyone.

Que Ye couldn't help feeling emotional again. In the Mahayana realm of Taoist ethics, stepping on the lotus and flying up is like a fairy. When will she be able to condense the lotus steps, and when will she be able to enjoy the ordinary realm?

Just thinking about it, an unusually fresh fragrance hits the face, like the comfort of being blown by a gust of breeze, the slightest fragrance is refreshing.

Que Ye regained his composure, and when he raised his head, his pupils suddenly dilated, what, what is this?corpse?

But seeing an old man sitting cross-legged appeared out of nowhere, sitting upright on a lotus several times bigger than him.

A green dress is loosely wrapped around the body, the aura of immortality surrounds the body, emitting a faint and invisible golden light, a head of long white hair that reaches the calf, hangs loosely around the body, as dry as weeds, deep-set eyes Tightly closed, there are deep wrinkles criss-crossing on the thin face, the complexion is as blue as wax, the lips are dry and cracked, and the two hands with the sleeves exposed, they can no longer be called hands, just like two dry sticks The same, the fragile ones seem to be broken at the touch of a button.

It looked like he was sleeping peacefully, but in fact there was no sign of life.

However, one can vaguely see the delicacy of the facial features, which are even more refined than a woman's. It can be guessed that he should have been a beautiful person before his death, a big beauty who angered others.

I don't know why, after seeing this corpse, Que Ye secretly felt some unknown sadness in his heart, and wanted to find out where this sadness came from, but that trace of sadness was as slippery as a loach, and she couldn't grasp it...

It seems that some memories are deliberately hidden, and a key is needed to unlock the dusty story.

At this moment, a white light flashed, and a mass of milky white objects floated from behind the corpse.

The milky white object slowly stretched out, gradually turning into a human shape.

His face is thin, his white robe is windless and automatic, his fur is gray, his long beard hangs down to his chest, his eyes are piercing, his skin is full of ravines, and he looks like a fairy.

It is the soul of this corpse!

The white-haired old man... fell here...

Que Ye said: "Senior is Chi Su Beast God?"

Tsk tsk, it can only be said that this Chi Su's mana is too strong, and he can still maintain his human form after his death for so long.

The white-haired old man laughed, and said heartily: "Exactly."

Que Ye hurriedly bowed, treating heroes with respect.

Chi Su took a look at Que Ye, and said suspiciously: "What? Doesn't Fengyue girl like her original face? Put on such a cowardly face..."

The corners of Que Ye's mouth twitched, she thought that her good face was very cowardly...