Xia Yuan took him out all night and returned to the school, with his steps floating.

The junior sister ran over excitedly and pulled him to ask if she had seen the fairy from last night.

And the entire Wuxin Academy was bathed in an unprecedented atmosphere of excitement.

"We actually have such a senior?"

"The fairy in white actually said that we are her juniors..."

"Which ancestor is she?"

"Old Zhu... do we have this ancestor? Didn't we say that there has never been a person above the fifth grade of Tianfeng in our academy? But the fairy used our Wuxin Jiandao last night."

Zhu Zhenyue coughed twice, and he racked his brains to think about it all night, but he didn't expect such a person to be so famous, but the immortals would never lie, let's talk about it, what are the benefits of lying for the immortals?

That's because he doesn't remember...

Seeing that he was silent, Ning Xiaoran shook him again: "Old Zhu?"

Zhu Zhenyue said: "Some."

Ning Xiaoran: "What generation is from? What is the name? This... I don't know what realm she is, eight wheels of phantoms, three soul lamps, one step to reach the sky, using the wind, clouds, sun and moon as the sword..."

Zhu Zhenyue: "I'll go and read the genealogy of the Academy."

...

...

at this time.

A dark carriage is coming from west to east.

Yushou is a strong man who looks quite rich in clothes. He should be able to live a good life in this relatively peaceful era. In fact, he has a wife and two children, and his life is indeed very good.

However, at this moment, the man's face was filled with fatigue and weakness.

He looked at the bright sunshine, then at the broad and open road at this time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief as if "escape from the sky".

However...

Suddenly, his wife's horror call came from the carriage.

Feeling the unusual shouting, the man quickly stopped the carriage and said hurriedly: "Madam, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

He asked while lifting the curtain.

A cold breath came to my face, with the light outside the curtain.

The man saw his youngest son drawing seriously...

But he painted a nun's face.

That face...

Pale.

It's horrible.

That lips...

Blood red.

Cracked.

Then...

The nun blinked.

"ah!!!"

The man was so scared that he sat down on the throne, trembling all over.

The youngest son who was painting seemed to hear no sound, but was just continuing to draw quietly.

The man gasped and looked at it again, the nun was finally painting.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Stop drawing this, throw it away."
Chapter completed!