"Taijue...Have we met somewhere...before the West?"
Taijue paused slightly while holding Ling Mutan's hand, and met Lu Qingye's eyes.
He couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment.
They did meet, long, long ago...
In fact, he recognized Lu Qingye from the first moment he saw him.
But she forgot.
At this moment, when he heard Lu Qingye's question, a sweet and bitter feeling surged in his heart, mixed with a little sourness.
He didn't want Lu Qingye to remember who he was, but he seemed to secretly want him to remember him.
Taijue said nothing, and Lu Qingye looked into his clear but abyss-like eyes.
Somehow she reached out her hand.
The white and slender fingers slowly approached the mask, and their fingers gently landed on the mask.
The cold touch brought Lu Qingye back to his senses.
But she didn't take back her hand, and Taijue didn't seem to have any intention of stopping her.
The silver thread on the mask slipped off, and Lu Qingye gently lifted off the mask on Taijue's face.
The moonlight fell on Tai Jue's face, making that stunning face glow with a soft light.
Taijue's behavior and the character he knew in the past made Lu Qingye feel that he was not only cold, but also a little naive.
However, the face under the mask has nothing to do with Han.
The coldness is really cold, but there seems to be a lot of tenderness hidden in that coldness.
Taijue had a pair of flaming peach blossom eyes. This was one of the most outstanding pairs of peach blossom eyes that Lu Qingye had ever seen. But the strange thing was that these peach blossom eyes on Taijue's face did not show any emotion or charm at all. .
There were stars in her eyes, staring at him intently at the moment.
Under the high bridge of the nose, the pink lips were pursed gently.
Lu Qingye was really amazed. Taijue's face was so outstanding that he could even compare with Gu Qingchen, who was known as the number one most handsome man in the world of immortality.
I didn't expect that under this ordinary mask, there was such a face.
Being stared at by his focused gaze, Lu Qingye turned his head uncomfortably.
"Feel sorry."
She handed the mask to Taijue, who took it but didn't put it on immediately.
"nothing."
Silence fell in the air again.
When I saw Taijue's face, I knew it was his real body, but in my memory, there was no such face.
Even in the memory of the soul world that she recovered, there was no trace of Taijue.
The wind on the sea became much lighter, and unexpectedly it started to snow.
The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and Miliuhai rarely saw a clean and clear sky.
At this moment, the stars are shining brightly and the moonlight is just right.
"Dong dong dong!"
The melodious bells echoed throughout various towns in the world of immortality.
The news that the remnants of the Upper Realm and the Golden Core Corpse Puppet were finally killed spread. Before the cultivators had time to rejoice, they received news of another explosion.
"Then the direct disciple of Shangyao Sect is actually a soul cultivator?! Is this true or false?"
"The Immortal Alliance personally dispersed it, can it be fake?"
"How could it be? Why would a direct disciple of a Taoist sect be a soul cultivator?! Don't those five major sects strictly investigate the identity of each other before recruiting disciples?"
"That's right! Tell me, what does it mean to go to the Yaozong?"
"I heard some inside information!"
"What? Say it quickly!"
"I heard that when Lu Qingye's identity was revealed, the Immortal Alliance wanted to arrest him, but Shangyao Sect stopped him!"
The monks who were talking around him couldn't help but gasp. (End of chapter)
