Ancestor Yuqiu, who was wearing dark clothes, showed a kind expression to Song Yizhi, "How much do you know, little girl?"
"Except for what the catastrophe will be in the future, I know everything that needs to be known." Song Yizhi said truthfully.
Ancestor Yuqiu looked helpless.
Mu Lao said, "Would you like to change the question?"
Song Yizhi tilted his head, holding half a carrot in his hand, looking a little cute.
"We can't tell you this question because the time hasn't come yet." Another ancestor said. After speaking, he introduced himself, "My surname is Sancho."
"My surname is Qiancheng." The old man wearing a dark gray robe and a jade crown said.
Moving over, the ancestor squatting on the other side of Song Yizhi said, "My surname is Wan Jun."
Song Yizhi blinked, and then said hello one after another. Then she thought in her mind that these are very unpopular compound surnames, and these ancestors really have some origins.
Patriarch Sangqiu looked at Song Yizhi kindly and pointed out a clear path for her, "But if you really want to know, you might as well ask that ancestor."
"That one?" Mu Lao looked at Patriarch Sanqiu and frowned, "That Patriarch has been in seclusion for almost five thousand years, you let her go? I'm afraid she can't even get to the entrance of that cave.
Bar?"
Song Yizhi silently took a bite of carrot.
"It shouldn't happen." Ancestor Sanqiu and Elder Mu said, "That ancestor hasn't ascended yet because of that catastrophe."
"That ancestor..." Ancestor Qiancheng looked at the childish Song Yizhi and said to several old guys, "We have never seen that ancestor. Can a little girl like her see her?"
"Would you like to see if you can see it? You'll know if you try it?" Patriarch Wan Jun said.
Looking at several ancestors who were communicating with each other, Song Yizhi always felt that there was a trace of unreliability.
To be called an ancestor by this group of ancestors, that ancestor is probably the living fossil of the Changqiu Sect!
The opinions of several ancestors gradually unified, and their eyes fell on Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi smiled and said, "I don't really want to know anymore."
The corners of Mu Lao's mouth twitched slightly.
Song Yizhi continued, "Ancestor Sangqiu said that the time has not come yet. I will know when the time comes. I can still afford to wait for this time."
There is some truth to this.
Song Yizhi's words could not fool Mu Lao, so Mu Lao said, "You just don't want to see that ancestor, right?"
Seeing several ancestors looking over, Song Yizhi nodded, and then said seriously, "I am a little loser who disturbs the ancestors' retreat, and I will easily be punished by God."
Mu Lao was speechless.
"We still hope you can visit that ancestor. That ancestor knows much more than we do." Ancestor Yuqiu gave his opinion kindly.
Song Yizhi nodded, "I will consider it."
Mu Lao stood up and threw the carrot leaves aside, then urged Song Yizhi, "Now that's done, let's go cook. We old guys can't help but be hungry."
Song Yizhi glanced at Mu Lao, didn't bother to expose him, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
While Song Yizhi was busy in the kitchen, Mu Lao walked in.
He consciously walked behind the stove to light the fire.
Looking at Song Yizhi who had prepared the dishes and picked up the spatula to stir-fry, Mu Lao said, "A lot has changed after I went out."
"There are ups and downs, there is no way to stay the same." Song Yizhi said.
Speaking of this, Mu Lao couldn't help but feel sorry for Song Yizhi.
Mu Lao took the fire tongs and added a piece of firewood, "We hope you will visit the ancestor to see if there is anything that the ancestor can do. If the ancestor can't let you continue to practice, then there is really no way.
Already."
Song Yizhi paused, and finally said nothing. He just responded, "I will consider it."
Seeing this, Mu Lao didn't say much.
After a while, Song Yizhi cooked a large table of dishes.
After having dinner with several ancestors, Song Yizhi was ready to clear away the dishes.
Mu Lao raised his hand and directly used his spiritual power to put away the dishes and chopsticks.
"Remember to make us something to eat when you have time." Mu Lao said to Song Yizhi before going back.
Song Yizhi nodded in agreement, then raised his hands and bowed to watch the ancestors leave.
After the ancestors left, Song Yizhi took care of the fields and went back.
Bright Moon Peak.
Song Yizhi looked at the man still sitting at the long table and went straight to the kitchen.
Rong Yueyuan walked to the kitchen door with a teacup in hand, looked at Song Yizhi who was standing in front of the stove cooking, and said, "Are you done?"
"Yeah." Song Yizhi responded, "But I didn't say anything, basically I know everything."
Rong Yueyuan was slightly surprised.
Song Yizhi told Rong Yueyuan what he knew and could tell.
There were too many things to do, and Song Yizhi didn't even finish talking when he finished cooking the wontons. The two returned to the long table, Rong Yueyuan was eating wontons, and Song Yizhi continued to talk.
After finishing speaking, Song Yizhi picked up the poured tea.
After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Song Yizhi leaned on the bamboo stool and asked, "Fifth Elder, what do you think?"
Rong Yueyuan put down his spoon and looked up at Song Yizhi, "I don't have any ideas at the moment."
He learned too much information at once, and he needed time to sort it out.
Song Yizhi raised his hand to support his cheek and looked at the man who lowered his head and continued to eat wontons. Although he was eating in a gentle manner, he was somewhat popular.
"Then when do you plan to ascend?" Song Yizhi asked.
Rong Yueyuan raised his head and looked at Song Yizhi, trying to make his wife realize that she had not yet reached the Mahayana, "I have just overcome the tribulation."
Song Yizhi nodded to show that he heard it, and then asked, "Tell me about your plan."
Rong Yueyuan's eyes showed helplessness, but he still said, "I don't have many plans for the time being, but I will not ascend until the disaster is over."
Rong Yueyuan simply did not dare to think about leaving Song Yizhi to face that disaster alone.
Song Yizhi looked like this.
"Come on, let me ask a question." Song Yizhi said with a smile, his eyebrows arched in a sinister manner, "If, if you didn't know me, would you stay for this disaster?"
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
But from the day Song Yizhi was in the Changqiu Sect, he had heard her name, and sometimes he could see her from a distance when he visited the great elder.
This assumption...is simply not true.
"To be honest, I don't know." Rong Yueyuan said seriously, "But I thought about it seriously. Assuming that I don't know you, before the disaster comes when I ascend, I will ascend."
But if a disaster strikes when he ascends, he will delay his ascension to help the world of immortality survive the disaster.
Song Yizhi nodded.
Seeing Song Yizhi's somewhat relieved look, Rong Yueyuan didn't know why, "What are you doing?"
"Eat it quickly." Song Yizhi urged, "The wontons won't taste good if they're cold."
Rong Yueyuan responded and lowered his head to eat wontons.
Seeing Rong Yueyuan's inexplicably docile look, Song Yizhi's eyebrows were curved and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Rong Yueyuan knew that Song Yizhi was in a good mood. Although he thought this question was a bit strange, he didn't ask any further questions.
After all, as long as she is happy, that kind of problem doesn't exist at all anyway.
After finishing the wontons, Rong Yueyuan used his spiritual power to put away the bowls and chopsticks.
Song Yizhi was about to go back to sleep. Before getting up, he said, "You can meditate and adjust your breath, but you can't practice."