His status in Taoism suddenly changed.
"Kunlunzi's soul injury will heal soon, and I should start preparing my physical body immediately."
Mu Yangzi immediately turned and left.
That is, on this night.
In the night sky outside Taixuan Mansion.
A figure appeared quietly.
An old man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat.
He also held a fishing rod in his hand.
It was the old man fishing on the island in the middle of the lake.
He is also a Confucian saint.
The old fisherman came to Taixuan Mansion.
Looking far into the distance.
Staring at Taixuan Mansion.
At this time, no one in Taixuan Mansion noticed the arrival of the old fishing man.
Even Mu Yangzi, who had the highest level of cultivation, was completely unaware.
Except for one dog.
Ye Qingyun was concentrating on practicing and lying at his feet
The big hair raised his head at this moment.
Da Mao, who had always been lazy, now had a hint of seriousness.
The dog's eyes looked into the distance.
It seems that I have seen the figure of the old fishing man.
"Um?"
The old fisherman was also startled.
As a saint, he is naturally extremely sensitive.
All disturbances in the world cannot escape his feeling.
Da Mao's eyes are naturally no exception.
"It seems that there really is something extraordinary in this Taixuan Mansion."
The old fisherman murmured.
He was about to step into Taixuan Mansion.
Go find out.
But at this moment.
Inside Taixuan Mansion.
But a white light suddenly appeared.
The white light flashed away.
It's like nothing happened.
The old fisherman frowned slightly.
He saw the flash of white light, and his heart trembled for no reason.
But he didn't know what this white light was.
"Why do you feel a little uneasy?"
The old fisherman muttered to himself.
Just as he continued to walk away.
"Are you here to find me?"
A soft voice suddenly sounded behind the old fisherman.
The old fisherman was shocked.
Turn around suddenly.
He saw a white figure standing with his hands behind his back.
The old fisherman turned pale with horror.
This person was standing right behind him.
But he didn't notice it at all.
Didn't feel it at all.
This is something that absolutely shouldn't happen.
As a saint, the old fisherman has control over everything in the world. How could there be someone behind him but not be aware of it?
"Who are you?"
The old fisherman suppressed the surprise in his heart and stared at the white figure opposite.
Chapter completed!