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"Holy Messenger! Are you awake?"

The believers who were serving the Holy Messenger of Hulu in the altar showed reverence on their faces when they saw the old man standing leaning against the door.

The old man smiled and chatted with the believers without any airs.

"Yes."

He smiled sadly and sighed softly: "It's time to wake up."

The believers could not understand the mystery in the Holy Messenger's words and just smiled plainly.

He knew that the Holy Envoy liked to be quiet on weekdays, so he did not dare to make any further disturbances, and stepped away holding the work in his hands, leaving the red tranquility that spread across the grassland under the setting sun to the old man.

The old man was wearing a leather jacket that was the most common thing for herdsmen in the North.

If not, who would have known that this old man, who was so old that even his back was a little rickety, was actually a master of the Holy King Heaven Realm, the god-like Hulu Holy Envoy Magaya of Arruo Grassland.

A woman with a tall and straight figure, whose specific age could not be seen, was quietly guarding the courtyard outside the door of the Holy Envoy's room.

She had a very obvious scar on her face.

The scar cruelly spread from the left corner of her forehead to the right mandible, almost splitting her entire face in two.

The injury must have been very serious at first, so many years later, the knife wound has long since healed, but it still looks horrifying.

Although the woman had no expression at this time, the scar that was nearly as wide as a child's finger still made her entire face distorted and difficult to distinguish.

This face was vaguely visible in the blood-colored afterglow of the setting sun. It was so frightening that it could have the miraculous effect of stopping a child crying at night.

However, the believers in the Hulu Shrine and the surrounding herdsmen have long been used to it.

They know that the woman may seem difficult to get along with, but in fact she is a good person with a very soft heart.

When the woman saw the Holy Envoy of Hulu waking up, and even for a long time, she even forced her weak body to the door to enjoy the beautiful sunset, she immediately frowned in disapproval.

That's all if she doesn't frown.

When he frowns, the eyebrow on the left side that is crossed by the knife mark jumps, looking particularly fierce.

She disagreed and said, "You shouldn't have gotten up."

A kind smile appeared on Mobuye's old cheek, and he said: "Look, how beautiful the sunset is. Bo Xi, I must seize the time to see more of the beauty of this world."

The woman named "Bo Xi" was silent when she heard this and stopped trying to persuade her.

The voice of Holy Envoy Magaya was already very weak, but his smile was very warm.

"Bo Xi, don't look so sad. The name I gave you, 'Bo Xi', comes from the ancient Hanyong proverb meaning 'nascent sunshine'. You should smile more and don't feel so miserable."

Bo Xi was silent for a moment, with no fluctuation in his voice.

"It seems that Bo Xi will finally live up to the high hopes of the Holy Envoy. Whenever the Holy Envoy wakes up, he will advise us not to suffer ourselves and to be more open-minded, but how can we treat your life and death calmly?"

Mo Boye laughed and shook his head.

"Silly boy, everyone will die, and no one can escape. I just want to take the path I should take next.

I started well and ended well in this vast grassland. I lived safely for 110 years. It was not a loss. "

He didn't see his disciple Luo Zhuo, so he sighed and said:

"At this time, Luo Zhuo is not at the altar. He must have gone to Guanri Peak because he didn't want to give up."

Bo Xi was silent for a moment and then said, "You always want us to do something."

She and Luo Zhuo, the young envoy of the Hulu Holy Altar, rotated every day. One went to the nearby Guanri Peak to look for wild ginseng or elixirs that could prolong the life of the holy envoy, while the other stayed at the altar to protect the sleeping Hulu. The holy envoy Mo Boye was around.

Today, it happened to be Luo Zhuo's turn to go out, leaving her to stay.

"Idiot. What you practice is the 'path of feeling', so it's just hard to look away. What Luo Zhuo practices is the 'path of ruthlessness', why do you have to get stuck in it? This is ultimately my fault."

Bo Xi immediately frowned and said, "The holy envoy has no fault. You are the best person in the world. It's just that we are not good at it and can't explore the countless ways of the mortal world."

Who would have thought that Bo Xi, who looked cold, arrogant and ruthless, would actually practice the inner strength and mental method of "the way of being";

But Luo Zhuo, who has a sharp temperament and is like a little hedgehog, actually practices the "Ruthless Way".

When Mobuye heard this, his heart felt astringent, and he looked at the woman with compassion.

In fact, Bo Xi is now 36 years old, but because her martial arts realm is in the Mahayana realm, she looks no more than twenty years old.

She was only 13 years old when he rescued her. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 years passed by.

Mobuye looked at the woman in front of him and sighed:
"Bo Xi, because you have suffered many hardships since childhood, and your Taoist heart is inclined to practice the 'Ruthless Tao', so more than 20 years have passed, although you and I have the actual relationship of master and disciple, we have never given you a master-disciple relationship. You will blame me for your reputation."

Bo Xi answered immediately without even pausing for a second:
"Of course not! The holy envoy treats me like a teacher and a father. He has painstakingly educated me for many years. His kindness is like a mountain, and Bo Xi dare not forget it.

Because I suffered hardships since childhood, went through many wars, and cultivated the "Sentient Way" by mistake, you did not dare to accept me as a disciple and let me become the messenger of the Hulu Holy Altar.Although you have never said this in the past, I understand it in my heart.

I practice the 'Tao of Sentence', and I always take things personally. I often suffer from myself. The higher the level of martial arts, the easier it is to empathize with the sorrows and pains of others.

The Holy Envoy of Hulu is compassionate and compassionate, helping the world and saving people on the grassland.You are worried that with my internal strength and mental method, if one day I really become a holy envoy, my love will be so deep that I will not live forever. "

Mobuye sighed and said: "You can understand, that's the best.

Precisely because I am cultivating the 'Sentient Way', I know very well the difficulties that those who practice the 'Sentient Way' have in the position of the Holy Envoy of Hulu.

I really can't bear that you will suffer from all kinds of suffering and empathy in the world every day in the future.

Fortunately, I met this kid Luo Zhuo in my later years.His bones are particularly good at the 'ruthless way'. If he is to be the new envoy of the Hulu Altar in the future, he will no longer be as sleepless as I am. "

A trace of confusion and sadness suddenly flashed across Bo Xi's ghost-like face.

"You always think of us."

——Even now, it is too late and the day is precarious.

She turned around and refused to face the Holy Envoy Magaya, but the nasal sound in her words was so strong that she could not hide it.

"Holy envoy, Luozhuo is still so young. He is only eight years old and doesn't understand anything yet. Please don't leave, okay?"

The holy envoy of Magaya was affected by the woman's real grief. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he was powerless. He was speechless for a long time.

After a while, he still suppressed his sadness and comforted him with a faint smile:
"It doesn't matter, I have sent Nightingale to send a letter to Kunling Snow Mountain. I believe that Lord Xue of Fujian City will arrive in the next two days.

With the "Suxue Swordsmanship" he taught Luozhuo Fujijo, coupled with his own "ruthless way", I think he will definitely be fine in the future. "

Big tears suddenly fell from Bo Xi's eyes.

She stubbornly lowered her head and wiped it off, refusing to look back and let Mobuye see it.

"Then what about me? The Holy Envoy should just take care of himself for me, okay?

I am just a helpless ghost in the world. If the Holy Envoy leaves this world one day, Bo Xi really doesn't know where he can go. "

Mosuye's heart suddenly trembled.

He said sadly: "Are you really unwilling to go to Kunling Snow Mountain with Luo Zhuo?"

Bo Xi shook his head.

"My specialty is swordsmanship, and I am more interested in the way of love. I don't like the cold and cold Fuji City."

The Holy Envoy of Hulu wanted to persuade him again, but he saw a believer suddenly running into the courtyard.

"Holy Envoy, Holy Envoy! The young envoy is back, and he has brought back two guests."