Su Baocai burst into tears, trying to hold back the tears that had never been worth anything, but the tears refused to obey his control.
After wiping it with his rough hands a few times, Su Baocai knelt down again and kowtowed hard to Lu Qingye.
"Su Baocai would like to thank senior for the gift of inheritance today!"
This time Lu Qingye did not refuse the other party's thanks.
Although those things are not the skills of Shangyao Sect, they can be regarded as her own opportunities and experiences, and they can also be regarded as the inheritance she left behind.
Su Baocai picked up the books, as if he had found treasures, and hid them in the lapel of his chest with great care.
He thought that even if he survived and several of their soldiers died, they would still have to take these things back to the island!
There were many emotions in his heart that he couldn't explain.
In the past, because of the affairs of the Piaomiao Sect, the people on Fenghui Island actually had some grudge against the Taoist sect.
That kind of emotion is because of countless human lives!
History cannot be forgotten! None of them are qualified to forgive or consider the hatred of the ancestors.
Mortals do not have as many years as monks. In this vast world, they are like a drop in the ocean, like a mayfly, living and dying.
They also do not have the means to reach heaven and use immortal means to record the past.
They can only pass it on from generation to generation, relying on their hearts and emotions to continue the incense of inheritance!
It is also because of those ancestors that Fenghui Island is what it is today!
In fact, unless they are desperate, they don’t want to ask others!
But now, Su Baocai felt a touch of warmth in his heart.
Look, in their former home, there were actually people who cared about them!
"Master, someone is here! It's the city guard from the nearby fairy city."
Jiuji suddenly heard a message.
Lu Qingye's consciousness also felt the movement coming from several directions.
"Someone is coming."
When Su Baocai heard her words, he suddenly became vigilant.
A group of monks from the city guard were very fast. If this place wasn't so remote, they would be even faster.
After seeing the mess at the scene, the city guards looked at Lu Qingye warily.
Among the group of people, she had the highest cultivation level, and the rest were low-level monks and mortals.
"Who are you? What happened here?"
Lu Qingye saw the city guard identification tags hanging on the waists of the other party. They were similar to the sect disciple tags.
You cannot pretend to be someone else.
Lu Qingye took out his identity card as a disciple of Yaozong.
"Lu Qingye, a disciple of Shangyao Sect. When passing by here, he encountered an escaped demon cultivator who wanted to kill innocent people indiscriminately. He trained a corpse puppet and killed him instead."
Many people also testified for Lu Qingye.
"Friend Lu Dao!"
Everyone said hello, but the captain didn't believe Lu Qingye's words immediately.
This is also his duty.
The leading city guard captain signaled his men to check the bodies on the ground. After the man lifted the rag, he suddenly gasped.
Because his back was turned to everyone, it blocked the sight of all mortals. When the captain looked over with his spiritual sense, his pupils suddenly shrank.
The death of that demon cultivator was really terrifying!
He did not doubt the identity of the demon cultivator on the ground, after all, the demonic energy in that person's dantian had not dissipated.
Just thinking that he might have suffered some kind of torture that was worse than death, the look in Lu Qingye's eyes became a little obscure.
Lu Qingye spoke calmly.
"He wanted to use the demon flag to refine the corpse, and he used me as the material for the corpse puppet. When he made the move, I interrupted him, and he suffered the backlash from the technique and the resentful soul, and he ended up reaping the consequences."
Her explanation made all the city guard monks feel relieved.
