Penglai Pavilion Master Hall.

The empty main hall seemed deserted and terrible.

True Lord Penglai sat alone in the main seat. He stared at the teacup in his hand and frowned from time to time.

Soon, the guard of Penglai walked in quickly from outside the hall. He clasped his fists and said, "Master, I have sent Zhang Yi to the foot of Penglai Peak Mountain."

Upon hearing this, True Lord Penglai frowned involuntarily, but did not say anything.

Seeing the Pavilion Master's expression at this moment, the Penglai Guard knew very well that the Pavilion Master must be thinking about things.

The Penglai Guard thought about it, but couldn't help asking: "Peace Master, is Zhang Yi really the disciple of Senior Tianjizi?"

"Yes, he is the youngest disciple of Senior Tianjizi."

The true Lord Penglai frowned even deeper, and he sighed and said, "Senior Tianjizi is really a magical plan. As expected, in more than 20 years, the son of the God of War Zhang Sui will come to our Penglai Island."

"To be honest, Zhang Sui's failure back then can only be said that the guys of the Zhang family are too noble."

The Penglai guard shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "If they had put down their posture back then, the outcome would not have been like this."

"Princes, we should never underestimate the Zhang family. They are all natural warriors."

Penglai evidence said leisurely: "You can think that they are as noble as you think. For thousands of years, they cannot continue to this day."

"All subordinates understand these."

The Penglai guard's expression was a little solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Master, I don't know whether I should say it."

"Tell me."

The Penglai Guard hesitated for a moment before asking in a deep voice: "Penglai Peak is full of dangers. If Zhang Yi has an accident, how can we explain to the Zhang family?"

Upon hearing this, the true Lord Penglai looked a little strange.

"Oh, what you are talking about is exactly what I am currently worried about."

The True Lord Penglai sighed, and he suddenly raised his head and smiled and said, "Have you ever thought about why I asked Zhang Yi to go up the mountain with an exception?"

“Why?”

The Penglai Guard was slightly stunned and asked in confusion.

"Because of Senior Tianjizi."

True Lord Penglai picked up the teacup and took a sip of the tea. His frown quickly stretched out: "Senior Tianjizi came to me some time ago. It was Senior Tianjizi who asked Zhang Yi to go up the mountain."

"What?

Is this really the case?"

The Penglai Guard was surprised and exclaimed: "Senior Tianjizi, you really have a magic trick. You even have calculated this step."

"Sometimes, even the Zhang family has to convince."

The True Lord Penglai smiled and said, "Prime Minister, you should step down first, I want to be quiet."

"Yes, my subordinates have surrendered."

The Penglai Guard turned around and left the hall without saying anything.

As the Penglai guards left, the true king of Penglai picked up the teacup and drank the tea in one go, and said to himself: "Senior, since he is here, why should he hide?"

Shortly after his words fell, there was suddenly no wind in the hall. When the dust was flying, a figure appeared in the hall out of thin air.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl. She is wearing a light green gauze and has white hair.

"Ha..." The white-haired girl yawned and looked very lazy.

True Lord Penglai looked at the white-haired girl in front of him coldly, with unprecedented vigilance in his eyes.

Even his martial arts cultivation, which is transcendent and ordinary, cannot see clearly the white-haired girl in front of him.

It is hard to imagine what kind of cultivation this white-haired girl has.

"Hehe, you have a good sense of sensitivity. You can actually find my existence."

The white-haired girl giggled.

Her laughter was as pleasant as a silver bell, and her pink and jade-carved face seemed to be the simplest girl in the world.

Only True Lord Penglai knew in his heart that the white-haired girl in front of him was definitely not unsimple.

A few days ago, during his retreat, he sensed that a transcendent master had come to the island.

It is obvious that the transcendent master who came to the island must be the white-haired girl in front of her.

The True Lord Penglai quickly came to his senses, and he politely clasped his fists and said, "Senior, may I respect Daming?"

The white-haired girl smiled and said with some smugness: "Please call me Senior Mo."

"So it's Senior Mo."

The True Lord Penglai did not dare to be negligent, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Senior Mo, please sit down."

"Hmph! You know what you know!"

The white-haired girl snorted and she sat down very simply.

Because she was too short, when she sat on the chair, her little feet could not touch the ground and could only sway there.

The corners of the True Lord Penglai twitched hard twice, thinking to himself that this white-haired girl is a senior?

Judging from her innocent and cute appearance, she looks like a simple girl, she is completely unrelated to her seniors.

After a brief moment of stagnation, the true Lord Penglai quickly came to his senses and clasped his fists and said, "Senior Mo, what's the matter?"

"Little guy, don't be nervous."

The white-haired girl smiled at him: "I came here to relax and come to find my uncle."

Uncle Master?

The True Lord Penglai became more and more confused as he heard it, and asked in confusion: "Who is your uncle?"

"Okay, my junior uncle is Zhang Yi."

The white-haired girl explained.

And this white-haired girl is nothing but the naughty little ancestor, Mo Shuining.

What?

The True Lord Penglai was surprised and looked at the white-haired girl in front of him with a strange look. He thought to himself that Zhang Yi actually had a junior nephew?

Why didn’t Senior Tianjizi say it before?

"how?

Don't you believe me?"

Mo Shuining bulged her little face and looked a little angry.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The True Lord Penglai smiled bitterly: "Your uncle has already reached Penglai Peak. If you want to find him, you may have to wait until he goes down the mountain."

"I know."

Mo Shui said for grantedly and soon suddenly laughed: "I came here just to see Penglai Pavilion, but I didn't expect it to be so good."

"..." The True Lord Penglai was speechless for a while, and he was speechless.

"I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to protect my uncle, bye."

Mo Shuining suddenly stood up, his figure flashed suddenly, and disappeared in an instant.

"Oh, senior, please stay."

The True Lord Penglai chased him to the door, but there was no trace of the white-haired girl.

At this moment, the true Lord Penglai frowned.

Zhang Yi is currently on Penglai Peak, which is the forbidden area of ​​Penglai Pavilion. The white-haired girl wanted to find Zhang Yi, but she broke into their forbidden area.

What should I do?

The True Lord Penglai was a little frowning for a moment, and he didn't know what to do.

Forget it, just pretend that you didn’t see it or hear it... At the same time.

In front of Zhang Yi and the others, an open area appeared.

On this open area, many black stone pillars rising from the sky stand.

They stepped forward to check and found that the black stone pillars were already suffering from weather and frost, and some of them had begun to corrode.

And these black stone pillars are carved with many black patterns, which looks very strange.

Zhang Yi turned his head to look at Bu Yun, who was also surprised, and couldn't help asking: "I said Miss Bu, what exactly are the black stone pillars here used for?"

"I...I don't know either!"

Bu Yun shook her head slightly, and she suddenly said, "Will there ever be an ancient temple here?

And these black stone pillars are the pillars of the ancient palace?"

“I don’t think it’s very similar.”

Zhang Yi immediately shook his head and said with a serious expression: "Count carefully, how many stone pillars are there?"

Uh! Bu Yun's expression suddenly stopped, and she suddenly counted it stupidly.

After counting for a while, she no longer wanted to count it anymore, and she could only count it.

There are at least a few hundred black stone pillars here.

What kind of ancient temple needs so many pillars?
Chapter completed!