Chapter 578 The Picked Up Apprentice

Zhan Tai Mingyue was picked up by her Penglai master.

On that day, the wind is gentle and the weather is clear.

The blue sea shines with shimmering tiny light under the sunlight, like a thin layer of gold powder sprinkled on the blue jasper, which is both dazzling and gentle.

The sea breeze blew gently, and the true master of Yidu, who returned from visiting friends, casually bent his knees and sat on a simple wooden boat, drifting towards the distance with the waves on the sea.

The man, who looked only in his thirties, had a beard of Luotuo, his long hair was casually dispersed, his eyebrows were thick and dark, his narrow eyes were half-squinted, and he was holding a half-tilted wine pot in his hand, bent his knees with one leg and supported his knees with the other hand. The spout of the wine pot was facing his mouth, his head was tilted, and the crystal wine fell into his mouth.

The empty other hand was not idle either. His five fingers flexibly hit the boat's side, and he hummed two untuned songs from time to time.

The whole person could not see the demeanor and manners of the Yuanying True Lord.

On a blue sea, a figure suddenly appeared in the air, and then fell heavily into the sea directly in front of the boat, splashing several feet high.

The thin and simple boat, in these waves, was as steady as Mount Tai, without any tremor, and even the speed of travel did not change at all. Facing the surging waves, it still sailed slowly towards the established direction.

When the boat passed by the silver figure floating on the sea, the half-squinted Zhenjun Yidu tapped the index finger of the song and gently tapped the side of the boat. The silver figure seemed to be spit out by the sea, and brought a string of water and landed at the tail of the boat.

From beginning to end, the speed of the boat did not change. After snatching the silver figure, the True Lord Yidu made no other move.

The silver figure that was caught was lying on the back of the boat, ragged all over, wet hair, and lying on it for a full month without hesitation.

When I woke up again, I had arrived in Penglai.

Zhan Tai Mingyue, whose soul was injured, had no cultivation and had a blank mind, was taken over as the disciple of Yidu Zhenjun, and was named Qingyue.

Later, he became the Saint of Qingyue.

The injury of the soul caused Zhan Taimingyue's memory to appear in fragments. As his cultivation progressed and recovered, the soul was constantly repairing, and more and more fragments of memory appeared.

It was not until I broke through to the Golden Pill Realm that all my memories finally went smoothly.

On the deck that day, Zhan Taimingyue, who used her spiritual eyes, had actually discovered something wrong with Lingchu, but she didn't say anything, because she was also guessing whether the other party was Lingchu.

This is Wuyinhai, a place that I had never heard of when I was in the East Land.

Since regaining his memory, Zhan Taimingyue has been hoping to find everything that may be related to Donglu, but also afraid to find things that are related to Donglu.

Donglu is her hometown, Sanqing is her teacher, with her teachers, fellow disciples, friends, and relatives.

But Penglai is also her sect, and she was trained to become a saint, and her master passed the True Lord, and she was her life-saving benefactor.

Zhan Taimingyue was very confused.

After truly recognizing Lingchu, I felt completely relieved. Since Junior Sister Lingchu appeared here, it means that the result of the matter must be settled.

I have been hesitating for so many years, and when things are about to settle and I have to make a choice, it will make people feel relaxed.

Therefore, before Zhan Taimingyue returned to Penglai, she stayed in Yuehua Pavilion.

Both of them were full of questions waiting to ask each other.

Ling Chu wants to know Zhan Taimingyue’s experience over the years.

Zhan Taimingyue wanted to know the old friends and teachers of Donglu, but it was okay.

Of course, it hit it off, and the topic seems to be endless.

These topics include happiness, sadness, amazement, and emotion, but they gradually get closer to the two people who have been separated for decades.

Time has no end, but the journey always has an end.

Penglai, the immortal mountain outside the vast sea.

The immortal energy condenses the three ridges and the eight wildernesses of the fan.

The clouds are covered in color when browsing the tide, and the sun is relaxing when passing through the waves.

White dew grows on the jade steps, and silk stockings are invaded for a long time at night.

I know Penglai’s world, and the clear water and waves are thousands of miles away.

Morning clouds and evening rain, smoke and smoke are foggy. This is a fairy island wrapped in snow-white clouds and mist. The pavilions are white, the blue waves are vast and the rays are bright and unparalleled under the rays of the rays of the world.

No wonder Penglai is called the Immortal Mountain in the World.

Only during the journey, the clouds and mists are misty, the jade steps are like snow, the fragrance is swaying, and the cranes and birds are singing. Even if ordinary people stand in it, they can have a transcendent thought from their hearts.

Ling Chu walked along the Penglai Immortal Island with Senior Sister Mingyue and Saint Wuge. The journey was unobstructed. The monks he met were all fluttering in white clothes, full of fairy postures, and all looked indifferent.

Saint Wu Ge held her face and was graceful, and Zhan Taimingyue still looked cold and cold.

Walking between Penglai is very suitable.

In this situation, Ling Chu felt embarrassed to smile too brightly, and the smile on his face became dignified. His jade-like face became cold, and he looked like a full immortal.

The Saint Wu Ge didn't know Ling Chu's background, so she glanced at him for a few more times and nodded secretly. It's right, this is what a monk looks like.

Zhan Taimingyue, who knew Lingchu's background, had a subtle smile on the corners of her eyes and the corners of her mouth slightly softened. Junior Sister Lingchu hadn't seen her for many years and was still as eccentric as ever.

However, Zhan Tai Mingyue recalled when he was in the Sanqing Dao Sect.

The Sanqing Dao Sect is an ancient sect, but it is not so old-fashioned and serious. On the contrary, most of the disciples are very lively.

Even when I was in the outer mountains, there were still many human fireworks.

The smiles and expressions on everyone's faces were very vivid, and they did not have such a consistent manner. Only when they occasionally went out and represented the image of the sect, would they pick up the mysterious and unfathomable immortality.

Penglai is a good place, but unfortunately, it is less fireworks and less angry.

"I will take Lingchu to my cave first, and then go to see my master." When I arrived at a hall, Zhan Tai Mingyue and Saint Wu Ge said.

Saint Wu Ge glanced at Ling Chu, who was standing well behind Zhan Taimingyue, and his eyes became deeper, then raised his chin, "It's up to you, I can't care about you anyway."

After saying that, Saint Wu Ge opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, and finally she just snorted coldly and left without looking back.

Zhan Taimingyue didn't care, but turned to look at Ling Chu, "Every monk in Penglai can choose one of the islands near Penglai as a cave, but the Holy Son and Saint can choose to live on Penglai Island. I was too lazy to open an island, so I chose a cave on the island, which was a bit remote, but it was better to be quiet. I will take you there first, and leave the rest to me to solve."

Ling Chu nodded and looked at Zhan Taimingyue with some concern.

What needs to be solved is naturally the matter of identity, and return to Donglu.
Chapter completed!