After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 148 Master
Putting away the complicated emotions, Ling Shuang responded bitterly: "Obey."

The man in white seemed to sense the displeasure in her heart, but he ignored it. He said "hmm" lightly, put down the white porcelain cup, raised his fingertips and drew a circle in mid-air, and the water in the cup rose straight up. Following his gesture, It also drew a circle in the air, and then it became like a water mirror.

Sensing the turmoil in her spiritual power, Ling Shuang raised her eyes subconsciously, and seeing the reflection in the water mirror, she unconsciously opened her mouth, and froze in place in a daze.

I saw a desolate and lonely desert reflected in the water mirror, and the strong wind covered the sky with sand and dust, rolling forward, and three men and two women were chased by this wind and sand, which was so strong that it was not resisted by ordinary monks.

One of them, a man and a woman, ran at the front, at an extremely fast speed, like a ghost in the afterglow.

But she still guessed that the woman with fluttering hair in the front should be Miss Lingyin based on her understanding of the Lord and the object of his gaze.

And the face next to him was ordinary, and the one with his hands behind his back was the changed Qing Ting Yu.

Good guy, why did they run into the desert?They have been there for more than ten years. Are they not tired of staying in such a harsh environment?
"Have you ever heard of the Wanmo Palace?" The man in white suddenly spoke, with a hint of joy in his tone, as if he was very satisfied with the picture in the water mirror.

He didn't know whether he was satisfied with Miss Lingyin and the others being chased to the extreme, or whether Miss Lingyin's cultivation level had increased greatly.

Ling Shuang couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so she could only answer his question: "I have heard, the Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, the base camp of the ancient demons..."

She was about to talk eloquently, telling what she knew, when suddenly she had a flash of inspiration.

The lord has lived longer than her and has a higher status than her. He knows more about the Wanmo Palace, so he doesn't need to ask her at all, so the meaning of his asking her is...

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the picture in the water mirror, Lingyin and the others were about to be caught up at this moment.

"The lord is saying that they have been to the Wanmo Palace? The Wanmo Palace is hidden in the desert?"

As a large organization that sells news in Zhongyin Mainland, the black market has also checked the whereabouts of Wanmo Palace, but there is no news. It turns out that Wanmo Palace is in the desert.

It's really a good place to hide things.

"To be specific, it's the sea of ​​death." The man in white had a hollow voice, as if full of vicissitudes.

Ling Shuang nodded with comprehension, "Need your subordinates send someone to pick them up immediately?"

The sea of ​​death is extremely terrifying, even they dare not enter rashly.

Because you don't know what emergencies will happen next.

So she used a probing tone, if the master could take the initiative to take action, they wouldn't have to go in and die.

The man in white shook his head and raised his jaw, "Someone will save them."

Ling Shuang was puzzled. Seeing that the master was calm and relaxed, she continued to look at the water mirror. She didn't want to talk too much, and silently watched together.
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In the sea of ​​death, the clear sky no longer exists.

Lingyin and the others encountered a sandstorm not long after they left the Wanmo Palace. The yellow sand blowing all over the sky made them unable to open their eyes. They were covered in mud and sand. All relying on their survival instincts, they desperately used land escape spells.

She originally wanted to try to fly with the sword, and the speed was faster, but her senior brother told her that the sea of ​​death should not be controlled by the sword, otherwise she would die without a doubt.

She suddenly lost her courage, finally got out of the magic palace, and she wanted to live another 500 years.

Just as the gap between them and the edge of the sandstorm became smaller and smaller, Yun Jiu who was running at the end suddenly shouted: "Brother, save me! Save me!"

The senior brother she called was naturally Qing Ting Yu.

Most people would not refuse to ask for help at the critical moment of life and death. Yun Muqing was the one who turned back first, holding his younger sister's hand tightly to prevent her from being swept into the sky by the strong wind.

Then He Yu, who was full of a sense of justice, paused in the same way. Lingyin gritted her teeth, instinctively not wanting to look back, and couldn't help but glance back.

On the contrary, Qing Tingyu, the master, didn't want to talk to her at all.

call out!
Suddenly, a gust of wind passed by at an extremely fast speed, engulfing the Yun brothers and sisters who were about to be blown away in the next second, and then turned back. When the terrible natural disaster was about to destroy them, invisibly and safely Reliable power takes them teleporting far.

When Lingyin and the others opened their eyes again, they saw a different scene around them, and the sandstorm was already in the distant sky.

call.

Sitting on the hot sand, several people let out a long breath, thankful that they escaped successfully.

If they are blown away by the wind, they may have to experience a few more years in the sea of ​​death, or they may not be able to get out in this life.

Lingyin was patting her little heart when a chuckle came from above her head, and then Qing Tingyu sent her a voice transmission: "Get up, your master."

my master?
He is not in Wushuangfeng, how would he know where I am?
Lingyin rolled on the ground, patted the dust on her body, glanced around, and landed on Daoist Qingyue who was covered in yellow sand not far away and was tightly wrapped from head to toe.

He pulled off the veil on his face, just like many years ago, looking at her warmly and tenderly, with the vicissitudes of seeing through the mundane world in his eyes.

"Master, Master?!" She tentatively said, her tongue tied.

Daoist Qingyue said gently: "I haven't seen you in more than ten years, and I have grown a lot."

At this moment, Lingyin had mixed feelings, she didn't know whether to be happy or to cry, her eyes were sore, she wanted to tell all the grievances she had suffered in Wanmo Palace these years.

Saying it will make me feel a lot better.

"How old are you still crying? Master didn't even cry."

Master, can you comfort people?
You have lived for 2000 years, if you cry in front of us, you will have no face in Zhongyin Continental in the future.

Lingyin muttered in her heart, and forcibly held back her tears.

She has always been unable to remember her own age, regardless of past and present lives, and in the cultivation world, if she is strong, she can live a long life, so there is really no need to remember her age.

"Master, I haven't been able to go back all these years, did you find me a younger brother and younger sister?" Wu Shuangfeng was really lonely and deserted.

Daoist Qingyue said: "I only found you as a suitable teacher. If you feel bored, wait a few years to accept apprentices yourself."

Uh, judging from this, I don't seem to like accepting students, let alone teaching children.

We are indeed masters and apprentices, Lingyin secretly picked a big sow.

"Master hasn't said how he found us yet. Are we going back to the Yunhai Sect now?" She was worried that Master was passing by here, which was really a coincidence.

Daoist Qingyue shook his head, "Isn't it because of you, there is no news, what are you doing in the sea of ​​death? This is a place where even the gods of transformation are afraid, how many lives do you have enough to spend?"

Lingyin was reprimanded like a child, silently hid behind her senior brother, and weakly retorted: "I didn't want to come, it was the Beast Master Sect who insisted on sending us here. If Master doesn't believe me, you can ask them."

Knowing that it was the Great Elder who came, the rest of the people did not dare to sit still, they drooped their heads and listened to the lecture, and when they heard Nan Lingyin pushing them out, they nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)