"Who are you?"

Shen Qingyi looked at the hazy figure not far away and was alert.

The man was wearing a light blue Confucian robe with his back facing Shen Qingyi.

Her thin back, the broken marks on the Confucian robe she was wearing, and the dark red.

But even so, the man was straight, in a mess but still had a strong character.

Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, the man still did not turn around, but just held his hand behind him.

I don't know how long it took, but the man suddenly sighed.

"I... thought we failed, I... thought we were over, I thought everything was over, I thought everything was over, and everything was gone, and that's it."

It was a voice full of vicissitudes of life, but Shen Qingyi was a little confused about what he said.

"Senior...you..."

The man with his back to Shen Qingyi suddenly turned around. After Shen Qingyi saw the man's appearance clearly, his pupils shrank.

She's seen this person!

It's the person in that portrait!

But now the elders look even more embarrassed, older, and more desperate.

"Little baby, do you know me?"

Shen Qing was shocked and shook his head.

"I don't know my senior, but I've seen portraits of my senior."

"portrait?"

"Yes. I once saw a portrait of a worshipper in a college. The man looked exactly like you."

When Mu Qing heard the words, his body stiffened slightly, and then he couldn't help laughing.

"So that's it! So that's it! Little baby, you and I are destined to be together."

Mu Qing looked at Shen Qingyi's wrist, and there was a subtle mark there, so he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Shen Qingyi noticed his gaze and couldn't help but feel a little alert.

She didn't know where this was, and there was a vast white area around her. In this world, it seemed that only she and the old man were there.

Although she had seen this portrait, she had also worshipped her.

But when you see the living, you will inevitably be a little vigilant of self-protection.

Mu Qing felt Shen Qingyi's vigilance and softened his voice.

"You don't have to be afraid. I'm just a remnant soul. And soon, Daxia will dissipate in this world. This time you unintentionally awakened me, and here I can't hurt you."

Shen Qingyi did not let down his vigilance just because of Mu Qing's words.

She has suffered too many losses over the years.

Seeing Shen Qingyi's appearance, Mu Qing couldn't help but be stunned again.

As if he had thought of something, Mu Qing looked at Shen Qingyi and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"It's good that this is the case. Those who practice immortals should always be vigilant."

For some reason, Shen Qingyi heard some sarcasm in his words.

"This is your natal magic weapon, in the space where the saints are killed."

Shen Qing was shocked.

"And I, Mu Qing, are his former master."

Mu Qing? It turns out that his name is Mu Qing. Some of the seniors worshipped by Qingzhi Academy have names, but some do not have names, such as the one in front of you.

Shen Qingyi was also curious about why some seniors didn’t even have names and asked about Zhao Ji, but Zhao Ji didn’t seem to be very clear about it.

I just said something that everyone in the world of immortal cultivation thinks is common sense.

"Is this strange? Many places in the Immortal Cultivation World worship some seniors, some are powerful, and some do things that the locals think are amazing. Many random cultivators, or low-key powerful people, have many experiences. Perhaps they have done something inadvertently, and they have seen it by local people and thought they are very powerful, so they worship it. Or, it's because it's too long, and everyone gradually forgets it."
Chapter completed!