Sang Luo is thinking.
But the next moment, a young man appeared not far away. He was wearing a light cyan gown embroidered with the cloud patterns of the Xuanyuan Sect. His broken hair was blowing in the wind, exuding a carefree and unrestrained look.
Sang Luo recognized the boy at a glance. It was Su Changluo in his youth.
Su Changluo has not yet become the number one talisman master in Cangwu Realm, and has not yet shouldered the heavy responsibility of Xuanyuan Sect.
Behind young Su Changluo was a little girl who was following suit. The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, more than a head shorter than him. She was wearing a white washed cotton dress and was soft and waxy.
Looking at the outline of her face, Sang Luo was stunned. She was... the female ghost in purple?
When he was a teenager, Su Changluo said hello to the young man holding Sang Luo.
"Junior Brother Miming? Are you raising cats again?"
As he said this, he wanted to hug Sang Luo in his arms, but the young man calmly avoided it.
Young Su Changluo curled his lips,
"Tsk, you are still so precious, you little kitten."
'Ambi Ming' didn't answer and looked at the girl behind Su Changluo.
"This is?"
Su Changluo patted his sleeves and raised his chin.
"The new disciple I have come down from the mountain, come, Xiao Xi, to pay my respects to your Uncle Shi Ming!"
The girl timidly showed her head from behind Su Changluo,
"Ning Xi, pay homage to Uncle Shi Ming."
'Mu Ming' nodded, Su Changluo yawned lazily, and began to reach out and ask his junior brother for gifts.
"As an uncle, don't you know how to give your nephew a greeting gift?"
'Mu Ming' took out a sword, a high-grade spiritual weapon, from his Qiankun bag and threw it to Ning Xi.
Ning Xi caught the sword and quickly thanked her with sincerity.
"Ning Xi, thank you, uncle."
Su Changluo, on the other hand, rolled his eyes unceremoniously and said with disgust,
"I am a Talisman Master, and naturally my disciple is also a Talisman Master. Why did you give her a sword?"
The young man lazily raised his eyelids.
"Brother, Master is looking for you."
Su Changluo's eyes suddenly widened when he heard this.
"What, Master is looking for me, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
As he spoke, he hurried towards Cangyun Mountain.
But just after taking a few steps, he stepped back again and pushed Ning Xi towards 'Miming'.
"Please help me take my little apprentice to the deacon hall to go through the formalities. I'll be right back."
Ning Xi, the little girl who just went up the mountain, looked at 'Ambi Ming' with a pair of big innocent eyes.
"Uncle Master..."
Sang Luo lay in the arms of 'Mu Ming' and looked at the direction in which Su Changluo left in a hurry. He blinked. Uncle Changluo was also so unreliable when he was a boy.
Ning Xi liked the snow-white kitten in her arms and couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.
But the young man avoided it indifferently and walked ahead.
"follow me."
Ning Xi's ears turned red and she whispered,
"Oh, okay, uncle."
The young man strode ahead, while Ning Xi followed closely.
Sang Luo poked his head out of the boy's arms, looked at the young girl behind him, tilted his head slightly,
"It turns out that the female ghost used to look like this."
It had just been picked up from the mortal world. It was soft and waxy, as if anyone could pick it up and pinch it.
How did it become like that later?
Could it be possible... Sang Luo raised his cat's paw and scratched his head. Could it be a vulgar master-disciple love plot, where love cannot be achieved, and it has become dark, right?
Uncle Changluo, how could he have such a shocking past that made him weep for ghosts and gods?
What role does he play in this?
