One thousand eight hundred ninety-three, the night
Su Jinyue suddenly realized, "Why do you want to worship me as your teacher?"
"I want to be a person like you. Only by taking you as my teacher can I have the opportunity to ascend and see my brother again in the future." Luo Ye said seriously.
Su Jinyue smiled, "But I can't accept you as an apprentice."
"Why?" Luoye looked at Su Jinyue in confusion.
"Because I'm leaving soon, but I'll go see your brother. Do you have anything to say to me to bring to him?" Su Jinyue looked at Luoye with a smile. Although he and Luoying are two brothers, his appearance is completely different from Luoying. Luoying has a baby face, giving people the feeling of a little puppy. Luoye is handsome and has delicate facial features, and is the kind of beautiful boy who is very popular with girls.
"I miss him very much, I will work hard." Luoye said. He hasn't seen his brother for more than ten years. He has been practicing hard over the years, just thinking that one day he can ascend and meet his brother.
Su Jinyue nodded, "I will convey your words to him."
"Thank you!" Luo Ye looked at Su Jinyue gratefully. He really wanted to worship Su Jinyue as his teacher. Only by worshiping powerful people as his teacher can he make rapid progress and fulfill his wish as soon as possible.
Su Jinyue smiled, "You are already very good. Keep working hard, one day your wish will come true."
"Yes." Luoye nodded, watching Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan leave. He will definitely work hard, work hard to become them, and work hard to become someone like his brother.
"So she is really the former leader of Fengtian Sect. I didn't expect that she was so young."
"I just recorded her image." A monk with a black mole on his face happily shook the crystal ball in his hand.
"Can you copy me one?"
"I want one too." Everyone scrambled to say, for fear that they would miss the opportunity if they were too late. If they could get the image of the former leader of Fengtian Sect, they could show off in front of others.
The monk with a black mole on his face smiled proudly, "It's OK to copy it, but each person will pay me a hundred top-grade spirit stones."
"no problem."
"This is a hundred top-grade spirit stones you can hold."
Everyone took out the spirit stones and handed them to the monk with a black mole on his face.
The monk put away the top-grade spirit stone and distributed the copied image crystal ball to everyone. He was so smart that he actually thought of this method and could make a fortune now.
"Why is there nothing?"
“Mine has nothing.”
"How is it possible? Look at what I recorded." The monk with a black mole on his face activated the image crystal ball in his hand, but what surprised him was that there was nothing in the image crystal ball.
"You actually lied to me and returned my top-grade spirit stone to me."
"This kind of person must be taught a hard lesson, otherwise he will not be relieved."
"Yes!" Everyone rushed forward, and soon the miserable scream of the monk came from the crowd.
Luo Ye shook his head and smiled. Seeing Elder Yang from the Alchemist Association walking towards him, he stepped forward to meet him.
"Luoye, this is your level seven-level spiritual elixir master badge." The elder handed a badge to Luoye.
"Thank you, Elder Yang!" Luo Ye reached out to take the badge and put it in his storage ring. Suddenly his expression stuttered. Because he found that there was an extra storage bag in his storage ring. Could it be that Su Jinyue gave it to him?
"Elder Yang, I'll leave in advance." Luo Ye bowed to Elder Yang, turned around and walked outside.
After walking out of the Alchemist Association, Luoye walked to a corner, took out the storage bag, and saw that there were some cultivation resources and a book of alchemy skills.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan stood in the air, scanning the cultivators in the entire Tianyue Continent with their spiritual sense. What disappointed them was that they still had nothing to find.
"Let's change somewhere." Zhan Yihan withdrew his spiritual sense and looked at Su Jinyue.
"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded. Although it was a bit troublesome to find it like this, they could only use this carpet-style method to find it now.
With a move under his feet, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan had already arrived at Tianxi Continent.
Releasing his spiritual sense, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan conducted a carpet-style search again.
Three days later, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan retracted their spiritual sense, left Tianxi Continent, and headed to the Demonic Continent.
As soon as they arrived at the Demon Heaven Continent, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan saw several acquaintances, but they did not go down to say hello to each other.
After scanning the Demon Heaven Continent, Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan came to the last interface of the Cultivation Continent, the Underworld. If there is still no gain here, they can only go back to the Immortal Realm to search.
The underworld is filled with yin energy and there is no trace of sunshine, which makes you feel extremely uncomfortable.
In addition to monks in the underworld, most of them are ghost cultivators, and all souls will also come here, either reincarnate or become ghost cultivators.
Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan came to Naihe Bridge and stood at the bridge head and scanned the surroundings with their spiritual sense.
Su Jinyue's spiritual sense stopped when she swept over a soul. The soul turned out to be Song Yiren. Unexpectedly, after so many years, she was still in the underworld. At that time, she wanted to destroy Song Yiren's soul, but in the end she showed mercy. She hated Song Yiren, but she still couldn't make up her mind to destroy her soul. Everyone was dead, so why bother to do so?
Song Yiren's soul was walking aimlessly. She didn't know where she was going. She really wanted to be reincarnated, but she had a resentment in her heart that prevented her from entering the cycle of reincarnation. She didn't know what she was complaining about. As time passed, her memory had long become blurred. She had even forgotten what she was called, where, how could she come here?
Su Jinyue withdrew her spiritual sense and continued to scan the other monks and ghost cultivators. Seeing Song Yiren's soul, she suddenly felt a little depressed and uncomfortable. At the same time, a lot of her and Song Yiren's past flashed through her mind. In the past and present, everything seemed to be playing a movie.
Zhan Yihan reached out and held Su Jinyue's hand, "It's all over, don't think so much." Of course, he also saw Song Yiren's soul, but he didn't feel much.
"Yeah." Su Jinyue nodded, leaned her head against Zhan Yihan's shoulder, and smelled the clear bamboo fragrance on his body, and his heart slowly calmed down.
"Let's go, there's nothing we're looking for here." Zhan Yihan reached out and gently rubbed Su Jinyue's black hair. He didn't like this place and didn't want to stay here.
Chapter completed!