I Am the Righteous Master

Jiang Yun let out a breath, and said slowly, "Your master just went out... I don't know your master... where she is, maybe she went to the front line... Hiss."

Jiang Yun, who had just finished writing on his master's lap, said so.

"Oh."

Lin Mo'er believed Jiang Yun's words.

She felt that Jiang Yun was a little strange today, but she couldn't tell where the strangeness was.

"By the way, what did you come to see your master for?"

Jiang Yun said, "I'm here...to sort out the files for your master, if there's anything...you can tell me directly."

It is worth mentioning that Luo Qingqiu's office does not have an attached room like Jiang Yun's.

This floor of the office building belongs to Xuantian Sect and Black Lotus Sect.

Logically speaking, as the elder and the person in charge of the defense plan, Luo Qingqiu should use the room with the bedroom.

But that room was a bit far from Jiang Yun's office, so Luo Qingqiu gave up that room to Lin Mo'er.

In fact, for a monk, this kind of office with a bedroom is quite tasteless.

After all, the residence is nearby, and it takes a few breaths to get to the door.

It's not like saying that you won't go back to work at noon.

Jiang Yun reckoned that he would only stay here for a few days.

When the situation stabilizes, except for the decision-making meeting that requires the elders and envoys of all sects to discuss together.

He felt that he could take the Luomei people... to work at home.

Everyone faces each other, negotiating at a... table.

It's also more efficient...

Hearing Jiang Yun's words, Lin Mo'er replied:

"I came to ask Master for the documents. There was a rich ore vein in the underground of the Fire Fire Mountain Range. The Zongmen originally planned to develop it, but it was put on hold for some reason..."

Lin Mo'er made it clear that all the information about the Xinghuo Mountain Range is here with Luo Qingqiu, and it was brought out by her master from the sect.

As the saint and double agent of the Black Lotus Sect, Lin Mo'er has been very busy recently.

With Nangongyan's sudden death, Lin Mo'er, as a saintess, had a significantly heavier task.

During the period of cooperation between Xuantian Sect and Black Lotus Sect, more information was sent to Lingxu Sword Palace, and sometimes Luo Qingqiu was required to help her sort it out.

Of course, Lin Mo'er didn't disclose a word about Jiang Yun and Xuantian Sect's information.

Lin Mo'er is a very sensible person, the sect is kind to her, and so is Jiang Yun.

Besides helping her avenge her parents, Lin Mo'er and Jiang Yun also had friendship.

Although this guy in front of him always wants to be her teacher...

But with this level of personal friendship, Lin Mo'er can't cheat her friends.

"The people from Yuan Mie Palace will come later, I have to receive them..."

Lin Mo'er yawned, sat up from the chair, and was going to look for something next to Jiang Yun.

"Stop, stop."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Yun quickly stopped her movements, "I'll help you find it, I'll help you find it... Hey, it's all right."

"Do you know where my master's things are?"

Lin Mo'er was very strange.

"Just now I was with your master... doing housework."

Jiang Yun broke the next sentence, leaned over to look for something.

A fibrous hand stretched out from the side, pointing to the third drawer from top to bottom on the right.

"Here."

Jiang Yun took out a portfolio, opened it, and handed it to Lin Mo'er.

"thank you."

After Lin Mo'er confirmed it was correct, she thanked Jiang Yun.

"It should be."

Jiang Shengzi spoke forcefully.

………………

An Pan slowly opened his eyes.

The hall is dark and deep, and the dome is an ancient star map.

Gray mist rose from all around, as if in chaos, unable to see the surrounding scene clearly.

"Am I... dreaming?"

An Pan frowned.

He came to this place just after falling asleep.

As the parent and son of the Immortal Hall Master, he is naturally well-informed.

But the scene in front of him was something An Pan had never seen before.

Suddenly, in the darkness, a little light lit up.

It was a bronze candlestick with a simple and elegant shape, engraved with many lines that An Pan didn't know.

It stood on a long bronze table, burning slowly, emitting a faint light.

With the help of candlelight, An Pan saw a figure sitting at the end of the long table.

It was a cloaked silhouette, sitting there quietly.

An Pan looked at the other party, but he couldn't see the true face of the shadow clearly, only a vague outline shrouded in the chaotic mist.

"Your Excellency... what do you want to do?"

An Pan's Adam's apple rolled a few times.

This is not a dreamland.

After careful perception, An Pan had the answer in his heart.

As a monk, he has a secret technique that can distinguish illusion from reality.

"Your name is An Pan."

The silhouette in the chaotic mist spoke, and the voice was neither too fast nor too slow.

His body was shrouded in a cloak, and his voice was indistinguishable from male to female.

"How did you know?"

An Pan was silent for a while and asked.

"The name of a mortal is not a secret."

The figures in the chaotic mist didn't seem to care about his question.

"Your Excellency called me over... what do you want me to do?"

An Pan took a deep breath.

Judging by the tone of voice and words used by the other party.

An Pan knew that he was probably ingested into this space from somewhere by some kind of existence with great supernatural powers.

He is the holy son of the Immortal Temple, so he has naturally seen some secrets in the religion, and he also knows that there are many unknown legends in the Metaverse.

This may be a chance, but it may also... bring disaster to oneself.

"Ye Guzhu is dead."

The opening of existence in chaos.

"what?!"

An Pan's heart was shocked, his pupils suddenly narrowed, "Why, how..."

The figure in the chaotic mist raised his hand and waved his finger.

An extremely reckless aura descended on the hall.

In an instant, An Pan's body trembled and he knelt down on the ground.

Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Can't be seen directly, can't be described, can't be spoken...

He gritted his teeth.

He has only seen this kind of immemorial vastness, like the breath of endless years ago.

A memory that had been buried for a long time resurfaced in my mind.

He remembered the day when he was cast as Dao Ji, his father put himself and several brothers and sisters in the same house.

Father told himself that only one person could survive from here.

And that person will also become his only child.

So all the people began to kill each other. When An Pan exhausted his last bit of strength, he strangled his sister to death with his own hands.

A Dao foundation second only to Ye Guzhu was cast in his dantian.

And on that day, he saw the god enshrined in the Immortal Palace.

He woke up from a long slumber, although it was only a short moment, but cast His eyes on the world.

Although it was only a phantom, it became an indelible and terrifying memory of An Pan's life.

He saw the phantom, and also saw the frightening and trembling scene of the crazy mountain and the terrifying sea.

It was a mortal's instinctive trembling towards the gods, a fear originating from the depths of the blood, emanating from the pores of the body and even the soul, making it impossible for people to have the slightest thought of resistance.