3422. The Saint with Amnesia 5
Leng Xuan pondered for a moment and said: "Master's words, I will bear them in mind. However, before that, I hope that master can help find out the cause of the saint's amnesia." Abbot Huijue nodded: "Don't worry, since I agreed I will do it if I have you." Leng Xuan stood up and said, "Then I'll take my leave first." After saying that, he cupped his hands, turned around and walked out of the cave.
On the way back, Leng Xuan frowned. Through his conversation with Abbot Huijue, he discovered that it was not easy to bring Ling Xuejiao back. The consequence of doing that would be to become enemies of the cultivators in the world. He sighed secretly. For now, the only way is to let the snow vulture regain its memory. Otherwise, even if he takes her back to the earthly world, it will be useless.
Back in the cave, Leng Xuan went to visit Ling Tian. After a day or two of training, his injuries had almost recovered, but his spirit was still a little sluggish. As for Ling Xuejiu, in order not to worry him, he didn't say anything. Coming out of the room, Leng Xuan suddenly heard Luo Shuixi's voice coming from outside the cave. After a while, Luo Shuixi was seen walking in alone. Leng Xuan asked in surprise: "Why are you here?" Luo Shuixi replied calmly: "I was worried about you, so I came here to take a look."
Leng Xuan said with a bitter look on his face: "It seems you know it too." Luo Shuixi nodded and sighed softly: "To be honest, I am also shocked that she will be a saint. Leng Xuan, what are you going to do? "Leng Xuan shook his head and said: "I don't know what to do. My mind is in chaos now." Luo Shuixi responded: "I understand your mood. No matter what you want to do, I will support you. But, you You must be careful, Jiutian Holy Palace is different from other sects, they are giants in the world of cultivation." Leng Xuan smiled lightly, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't take risks and do things that are uncertain." Luo Shuixi said with a bitter smile: "If that's the case, then I don't have to worry."
At this moment, in a cave outside Zhonghua Mountain, Zhuo Yun'ao was sitting on a chair, sipping tea, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking about something. At this time, Cheng Feng whispered beside him: "Young Palace Master, Cao Shaoyi is back." Zhuo Yun'ao opened his eyes and saw Cao Shaoyi walking over. He smiled and asked: "Brother Cao, aren't you going? Have you chased the seven-color fairy lotus? Have you gained anything?" Cao Shaoyi waved his hand and said with a frustrated face: "Forget it, the seven-color fairy lotus suddenly disappeared out of thin air for some reason, and I couldn't find it after searching for a long time." Zhuo Yun He smiled proudly and said, "Brother Cao, don't be discouraged. We might meet you again one day." Cao Shaoyi said with a hint of complaint: "Brother Zhuo, you knew that there were seven-color fairy lotus in the Tongtian Cave. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I also It’s better to prepare early, maybe you’ll have a chance to catch it.”
Zhuo Yun'ao smiled indifferently, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and then he buried his head in silence. Seeing this, Cao Shaoyi couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhuo, what are you thinking about?" Zhuo Yun raised his lips proudly and said: "The saint was born just now, so of course I miss her." After a pause, he sighed to himself: " I didn't expect that the saint would be her. Is this the so-called fate?" Cao Shaoyi was stunned and asked: "Brother Zhuo knows her?" Zhuo Yun'ao nodded and said: "Some time ago when we were in the secular world, we met several times. I heard that she used to live in Baiyun City. Brother Cao, wasn’t the power you originally established also in Baiyun City? Haven’t you seen her?”