His eyes passed over the token hanging on the waist of the man in the snow-white robe.
Lingchu met the curious gazes of Mo Huai and others, a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded calmly.
"Although I have never seen Senior Brother Si Bai's face, it should be correct."
Jiao Zheng nodded after hearing Lingchu's words, "Normally no one would fake this kind of thing."
The rest of the people looked at Lingchu and Jiao Zheng in surprise.
It was Qin Mo who spoke first, "This is also common. There are so many disciples in the Immortal Sect. Some of them may never see them in their entire lives."
Jiang Yanzhi also came from the Immortal Sect and nodded when he heard this, indicating that this was indeed the case.
Naturally, Mo Huai would not delve into this kind of issue. What Jiao Zheng said was indeed correct.
There is no benefit to pretending to be someone.
They were just out of pure curiosity. Whether it was other immortal disciples or casual cultivators, the reputation of Si Bai of the Sanqing Dao Sect was still not small.
Xianpin Linggen is also a true disciple, and he has cultivated to the golden elixir realm at a young age.
Immortal spiritual root?
Thinking of this, Mo Huai and Qin Mo were stunned for a moment. It seemed that a few decades ago, the Sanqing Dao Sect accepted another disciple of the Immortal Spiritual Root.
She is also a female disciple, and her surname seems to be Yu.
Mo Huai and Qin Mo both blinked and looked at Lingchu with curiosity in their eyes.
The ancestor of the Tian family naturally doubted the identity of the visitor. After all, the human and demon clans were at war with each other at this time, and no one knew what new tricks the other side would come up with.
We can only keep our guard up.
After confirming the visitor's decree from Luoyao City, the expression on the Tian family ancestor's face became much more relaxed.
The crisis in Chaomu Town was completely resolved with Si Bai's arrival.
It wasn't until dusk fell in the sky that the monsters in Chaomu Town were completely cleared away.
Under the premise of having an absolute advantage, the only trouble was that the monsters scattered everywhere because they wanted to escape. In order to chase these monsters that were running around, they spent a lot of energy.
When Chaomu Town finally returned to peace, the originally neat streets were in dilapidated condition. Blood mixed with dust solidified on the ground. The severed limbs of monsters and human remains were scattered throughout the town.
The surviving mortals fell to the ground, either alone and looking around blankly, or holding relatives and friends in their arms, eyes blank.
The surviving monks, with their bodies covered in scars and their sleeves stained with blood, stood around, looking at the empty Chaomu Town where no monsters were alive. Even these tough-minded monks felt at a loss.
Until there was a soft sob, it seemed that even the wind had stopped moving in Chaomu Town, and finally there was a trace of movement.
The wind carries the sound of weeping, gradually drifting away and rising high.
Lingchu stood on a piece of relatively clean stone bricks. The Qingluo Butterfly Clothes on his body emitted a faint spiritual light, dispersing all the blood and dust.
However, the cassock is just a cassock. It can only dispel the dirt contaminated on the clothes, but it cannot dispel the dirt contaminated elsewhere.
Lingchu raised his hands and looked at his hands, which were originally as white as jade and crystal clear, but now they were stained with red blood, just like red plums blooming in the snow.
Coquettish and eye-catching.
Lingchu glanced at the mortals who were crying, sitting paralyzed, or in despair, and then at the monk who was also lost. He lowered his eyes slightly, and just looked at the blood on his hands quietly, silently.
A pure white veil appeared in Lingchu's sight.
One corner of the handkerchief is embroidered with translucent green bamboo leaves, which adds a unique touch of freshness and vitality to this handkerchief.
The hand holding the handkerchief is very slender, with well-defined joints, and it is really beautiful.
Following this hand, a handsome face reflected in Lingchu's eyes.
The expression on Jiang Yanzhi's face did not change at all. He was also looking at everything in front of him. There was no sadness or joy in his eyes. They were still clear and clear. However, this time, Lingchu didn't feel that these eyes were just pure and clear. Mingche, she had seen that what was buried deep under these eyes was as bright as stars and as heavy as the deep sea.
On the top of the mountain, the sword light was like water, bright and sharp, and the young man carrying the sword had a light in his eyes as he talked lightly about returning to Chaomu Town.
This is a swordsman who is both restrained and sharp.
Have a firm and decisive heart.
Lingchu did not take the handkerchief, but shook his palm slightly, and the blood stains on it dissipated like quicksand, revealing his white jade-like hands again.
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Jiang would have something like this on his body." The girl's eyebrows were slightly curved, with a smile on her lips. Her voice was brisk and playful in a rare way.
She didn't feel too sad about these scenes, but some empathy was inevitable. Such scenes reminded her of some distant memories.
Coupled with the interference of the blood evil spirit, it was just a moment of sentimentality.
But she has a clear mind.
Jiang Yanzhi withdrew his gaze and glanced at the girl with his slightly narrow eyes. He saw the clarity in the girl's eyes and smiled softly. He was not embarrassed by Lingchu's teasing words. Instead, he looked at the girl seriously and said, "On men, Can’t you have a veil?”
Lingchu met Jiang Yanzhi's eyes and saw the seriousness and confusion in his eyes, knowing that this fellow Daoist Jiang was really confused.
Hearing this, he tilted his head and frowned, thinking for a moment, and then nodded equally seriously, "Fellow Taoist is right. There is indeed no such rule."
There are not so many things that we take for granted in the world. What we do have is just a prison.
"Two fellow Taoists, my ancestor would like to invite you fellow Taoists to move to the Tian family mansion." A monk came forward. Although there was no smile on his face, and there was even a hint of darkness between his brows, his tone was still very respectful and grateful. .
They have all seen these people and know that these people are monks from Luoyao City. They also know that Lingchu and his party had left Chaomu Town long before the monsters attacked Chaomu Town.
But at this moment, they appear here.
What this means is understood by all the monks from the Zhang and Tian clans who have met the Lingchu people.
Therefore, they were grateful to the Lingchu people and thanked them for their willingness to return to Chaomu Town and resist the enemy with them.
Therefore, even at this moment, all the monks in Chaomu Town were very tired and sad, but when they heard that the ancestor wanted to invite Lingchu and others to come over, all the monks who could still move rushed to inform them.
Lingchu looked at the expression on the face of the unknown monk in front of him, pursed his lips and smiled slightly. He didn't say anything, he just nodded and said hello.
These monks in Chaomu Town are different from the people in Lingchu. To the people in Lingchu, the corpses everywhere are just strangers from the same human race. But to the monks in Chaomu Town, these corpses may be They are their relatives, friends, lovers, and neighbors.
