Chapter 801: The Heavy Love From Uncle Pastor

Hot potato...

Xu Xiaoshou knew that Hua Shi took it for granted that his status as a saint slave was not so easy to clean up.

There are two opinions on whether the Holy Palace protects him or not.

The key is, is that completely unfamiliar place really his last "home"?

Xu Xiaoshou pondered.

Hua Yi stood aside with hope in her eyes, still waiting.

"How do you say it?" she asked.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't respond. He paused for a long time before gritting his teeth and nodding: "I'll take it."

Putting everything else aside, this little girl came all the way from the Central Region just to deliver this letter. She wouldn't be here to trick anyone, and she wouldn't die after receiving it.

Semi-Saint Jinzhao really wanted to harm others. If he was really on the team at the Holy Temple, the person who came this time would not be such a cute and easy-to-deceive little girl, but a law enforcer.

Besides, why does a semi-saint need to work so hard against a junior grandmaster?

Taking ten thousand steps back, Old Man Sang said that his next supporter after he leaves will be Long Rongzhi.

If you don't even believe in your own master, what else in the world can you believe in?

"Give me the letter." Xu Xiaoshou stretched out his hand.

Hua Wei retracted her hand like a baby and said weakly: "You haven't said anything yet..."

Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes and said, "I am your Uncle Xu, okay!"

Does it have to be so obvious?

Walls have ears, you little girl, do you know that?

After saying this, Hua Shi finally took off her last layer of defense, took a step forward, and giggled: "It would be great to be like this earlier, Master Xu."

She smiled and handed over the envelope.

Xu Xiaoshou took it carefully, and under Hua Shi's gaze, he tore open the envelope and took out the folded letter inside.

A faint medicinal scent...

"Who wrote this letter?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked while opening the letter paper.

"I don't know." Hua Shi shook her head and poked her head to take a closer look. "It's either my master or my ancestor. If not, it was written by Taishizu!"

You're not talking nonsense... Xu Xiaoshou complained secretly.

A piece of letter paper.

He looked around, only to find that there was no word on it.

"This?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned and turned the letter in the direction of Hua Shi to show her.

"No words?" Hua Yi was also confused, "I haven't read it. I don't dare to peek at Master's mission, and it's not the words I erased."

If it was really written by those powerful people, could you erase it... Xu Xiaoshou was speechless for a moment.

He frowned, as if he thought of something.

Hua Yi was so stupid that she came to the door directly. She nodded and said, "It's her uncle," and she handed over the envelope.

People in Jinzhao's lineage are not all as stupid as her. Wouldn't you have thought that Hua Xi might have found the wrong person?

So, what can be used as the only basis to present the contents of the letter paper to the designated target across the distance between two domains?

"Jinzhao Baiyan!"

Xu Xiaoshou thought for a moment and came up with this answer.

He shook the letter with a smile.

"Plop!"

As soon as the white flames ignited, the letter was burned.

"You are indeed my Master Xu..." Hua Shi was happy. No matter what happened before, when she really saw Jinzhao Baiyan, she could be sure that the person in front of her was really her Master Xu.

In Jinzhao's lineage, there are only four generations of direct descendants, a total of only six people.

Besides, who in the world can possess Jinzhao Baiyan?

"Why do you have the Jizhao White Flame instead of Jizhao Tianyan when you are just an innate practitioner?" Hua Wei suddenly remembered something and looked surprised: "I am practicing in the Holy Palace and have many resources. Not long after he cultivated Bai Yan, Master Xu is so powerful..."

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer had time to answer Hua Shi's questions.

After Bai Yan burned the letter, a mysterious and mysterious energy burst into his mind using the power of embers as a medium.

"Xu Xiaoshou."

In his mind, along with the sound, black light gradually rose up, gradually outlining a figure.

This man was wearing a black shirt and had black hair. He had a ruthless look under his high cheekbones and a pair of sharp eagle-like eyes in his deep eye sockets.

No eyebrows, dark circles under eyes, thin lips...

Just one glance gave Xu Xiaoshou the first impression of being extremely mean, ruthless and unjust.

"Who are you……"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was pounding wildly. He looked like a villain, right?

So are you really sending people to find me to kill me, or... are you taking me back and burying me alive?

Xu Xiaoshou really couldn't see the slightest bit of "family" in this unsympathetic face.

"My name is Mu Lin. Strictly speaking, you have to call me uncle."

The figure of the eyebrowless man is sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.

The only good thing is that his voice doesn't seem to be like his face. Not only does it not have any cold meaning, but as soon as the words are spoken, the warmth in the words washes away a lot of the coldness in his body.

"Uncle Pastor..."

Xu Xiaoshou understood who this person was.

Old Man Sang's junior fellow apprentice, Jin Zhao Half Saint's second apprentice, and the master of Hua Shi's lineage.

"Hello?" Not knowing how to say hello, Xu Xiaoshou hesitated and greeted.

Mu Lin obviously had no intention of making small talk: "I don't have much time, so I just want to ask you. If Sang Qiye is arrested, do you want to return to the Holy Palace?"

After a pause, he continued: "Your master has been sentenced out of the Holy Palace a long time ago, but his affairs have nothing to do with you. As long as you want, you will be another disciple under my name, just wandering outside. You don't have to worry about anyone's investigation of your abilities such as the power of cinders."

This is too domineering.

Mu Lin deliberately emphasized the three words "anyone".

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly realized that the "anyone" he referred to might also include half-saints.

Is it so fierce?

The performance of this Wumei hero is completely disrespectful of the Holy Palace!

But think about it, the Holy Palace and the Holy Palace are essentially equal in status, but their directions are different.

After asking, Xu Xiaoshou hesitated a little.

Anyone who is suddenly hit by such a huge pie will find it difficult to make a decision for a while.

"I..."

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

He knew that if he agreed to it at this moment, he would skip all the shitty Holy Slave missions, the Royal City Trial, and the Holy Palace Trial.

In a moment, he could reach the other side of the sea of ​​suffering and reach the highest peak.

In the past, Xu Xiaoshou might have really agreed.

Coming out of Tiansang Ling Palace, he could directly change to another place, a new environment, and use the passive system to fleece another group of people. He could also rely on a big tree behind him, and he was not afraid of offending anyone. Isn't this good?

But he soon calmed down.

The Holy Palace is just the Holy Palace.

The Holy Spirit Temple is just the Holy Spirit Temple.

To put it bluntly, both are just bigger "cages".

If the path of cultivating saints in the Holy Palace was really feasible, this continent would not have produced a Sang Qiye who defected from the Holy Palace, and an Eight Zun An who wanted to crush the Holy Spirit Temple of the same status as the Holy Palace.

Xu Xiaoshou calmed down and asked seriously: "Let's not talk about your question for now. I want to know first, why did my master defect from the Holy Palace?"

Mu Lin smiled slightly, as if he had expected the young man to ask this question, and responded: "He is too stupid."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Xu Xiaoshou waited for a long time, but nothing came of it. He was a little speechless, "That's it?"

"The Holy Palace has an extraordinary status and is located at the top of the continent. He can enter the Holy Palace, but he still wants to defect. What else is he stupid?" Mu Lin sneered.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

If it were someone else, he would have fought back.

But this is the uncle, and as a junior brother, he is complaining about his senior brother, so he should just pretend that he didn't hear anything!

"You are right." Xu Xiaoshou agreed.

Who would have thought that after Mu Lin snorted coldly, he suddenly became disappointed: "It's really stupid. He put himself in the prison of the Holy Temple. Do you think he can transcend?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart moved: "Uncle Pastor, it seems that you don't deny my master's approach?"

Mu Lin stared at him with gloomy eyes and no emotion: "In this world, who doesn't want to be a spiritual master and transcend? But even a half-saint can't do it. How can he, a small Taixu, turn the world upside down? He has only ideas and is a fool!"

Xu Xiaoshou was rebellious for a while, and whispered: "You are right, but I still don't want to go back for the time being..."

"You also joined the Holy Slave?" Mu Lin interrupted.

Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a while: "Yes."

"Idiot! Just like him!" Mu Lin scolded angrily, his voice became cold, "Think it over before answering. At this time, leaving the Holy Slave and returning to the Holy Palace is the best choice."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed and answered seriously: "The sky seen from the Holy Palace is just a piece of sky after all."

Mu Lin did not speak, squinting and staring.

Xu Xiaoshou felt his hair stand on end, but his thoughts became more determined, and he said solemnly: "Sitting in a well and looking at the sky is not my choice. I will not return to the Holy Palace, at least not now."

"Alas..."

Mu Lin sighed for a long time, and his figure became more blurred: "I know his choice must be the same as his, stubborn! Anyway, I understand your choice."

Xu Xiaoshou apologized: "Uncle Pastor, please understand..."

Mu Lin's style is the same as his appearance. He will not be polite at all. Seeing that Xu Xiaoshou did not want to return to the Holy Palace, he immediately changed the subject and interrupted: "You chose the path yourself, you just need to understand it yourself. I'm leaving..." As he spoke, his figure became more blurred, as if he was about to disappear.

"Okay." Xu Xiaoshou tensed up and made a gesture of seeing him off respectfully.

Mu Lin waved his hand and threw out two pill bottles.

"This is our first meeting, so there's nothing good to give you. You and I are nephews. Before you leave, I'll give you some self-defense items. I just hope you don't die too early like him."

It was clearly a thought form. Mu Lin waved his sleeves and two spiritual lights settled.

Just like in Sang Lao's Taixu world, the two pill bottles, with virtuality, stored the things in Xu Xiaoshou's spiritual world.

"What is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. Is this how the Jinzhao lineage does it, giving away pill bottles?

Mu Lin pointed to the first pill bottle: "This is a bottle of holy blood, specially made. Your master has nothing to do on weekdays, so he kept saying that you young people should not get into trouble, so he refined more holy blood. I brought this bottle here, which should be enough for you... When I first wrote this letter, I actually expected your answer."

He was still sighing.

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

Another bottle of Holy Blood!

Are you crazy?

The tradition of Jinzhao’s lineage…

Giving away Holy Blood? A whole bottle for each person?

"More, more uncle..." Xu Xiaoshou was dizzy and his head was a little unclear.

Mu Lin pointed to the second pill bottle: "There is my mark here. Once you are about to encounter an accident, just crush the pill bottle with your mind, and I will come out to help you prove your identity as the Jinzhao lineage. Remember that at that time, even if you don't want to return to the Holy Palace, you must go home."

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked again.

Home...

Mu Lin had paved the way for him.

Once he encountered an accident, he would switch from the identity of a holy slave to the real successor of Jinzhao, and then wash his hands of the golden basin and have nothing to do with the dark forces?

"Is it feasible?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little skeptical.

He felt that if his identity as a holy slave really reached the most extreme intersection and was caught by the Holy Temple, what would be the use of Mu Lin coming out?

Mu Lin was a little irritated: "The senior gave you a gift, you just take it. If something happens, crush the pill bottle, and leave the rest to your uncle, your uncle. You don't need to do anything more, so why talk nonsense!"

"Oh oh..."

Xu Xiaoshou was scared.

He was somewhat flattered by this heavy love.

In his mind, after the last sentence of Wumei Great Warrior, he did not even say goodbye, his figure dispersed, and turned into a light spot and disappeared.

"Oh my god!"

It took Xu Xiaoshou a long time to come back to his senses.

Is this the Jinzhao lineage?

Just because there are only six people, there are too many resources. Just give a bottle of holy blood?

Even the semi-saint forces are not so extravagant!

Xu Xiaoshou used to be a fake semi-saint heir, but after meeting Mu Lin, he felt that he should become the richest real semi-saint heir.

Not only was his identity confirmed, but he was also directly protected in case of trouble.

It is good to lean on a big tree for shade. Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand it before, but the more he understands it now, the more he feels it is unrealistic.

"How is it?"

In the hall, Hua Qian had been waiting. Seeing that Master Xu's eyes had regained their spirit, he asked anxiously, "What did the letter say?"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head, not knowing how to start: "The letter paper has no content, but I met a Wumei hero..."

"Pastor!" Hua Qian's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Wumei hero, that is Master Mu Lin, he personally used his spiritual incarnation to see you? Talk to you? Are you nervous? I tell you, he is so scary. I usually don't dare to look up when I see Master Mu Lin. When I see his face, I feel like I was bitten by a snake, and my heart is scared..."

The appearance of Jinzhao Baiyan, Master Mu Lin, etc. directly pushed Xu Xiaoshou into the ranks of "family" in Hua Qian's mind. She spoke without hesitation and talked endlessly.

Xu Xiaoshou was overwhelmed by what he heard. Is this a chatterbox?

He interrupted in time: "By the way, when you go out, do you have any self-defense items, such as holy blood?" He asked tentatively.

Hua Qian's eyes flickered, and excitement overflowed.

"Of course there is. Master Mu Lin also gave you holy blood?"

"Let me tell you, that is the holy blood specially made by the great master Jinzhao, who is a half-saint. It has no sequelae. I only have one bottle, and I don't want to use it on weekdays..."

"For self-defense, I have the forbidden techniques and holy martial arts of Jinzhao's lineage, a large holy bathtub, and the "Smashing Holy Pill" developed by the great master, which can explode with holy power and be used to smash people, as well as the virtual image of the pastor ancestor and the holy image of the great master, and more..."

Hua Qian chased his fingers, counting them like the back of his hand, and finally realized that he couldn't finish, so he changed his words: "Master said that when you go out, don't take the initiative to bully others, but don't let others bully you!"