What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Seeing that Yun Xuezun's attitude was different, Song Xianzhi's scalp went numb.

Looking at the man hanging in mid-air again, he saw that the turmeric talisman on his forehead was blown up by the cold wind, revealing delicate eyebrows and eyes, but the face was so discordant that he felt familiar and couldn't grasp it.

The purple clothes and white crowns of the Jing family's logo, and the cat's-eye jade beads hanging on his chest seemed to be alive, flickering and beating around him.

When the man saw Yun Ling, a trace of confusion appeared on his stiff cheeks, and then he slowly fell to the ground.

He grinned with great interest, showing his neat white teeth, and said in a low voice, "Yun Ling..."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Yun Ling frowned, the long sword quickly returned to its sheath, took a half step back, and lowered her slender eyelashes.

After a long silence, when everyone was guessing the identity of this person, Yun Ling finally spoke and called out a name that surprised everyone.

"Master..."

After finishing speaking, he pursed his lips, raised his head to meet his gaze, and continued with a difficult voice: "Long time, no see..."

Yun Xuezun's master.

I didn't expect this person to be his master...

Song Xianzhi frowned, trying to find clues about this person in the original owner's memory, but his memory was too fragmented and messy, and there was nothing about his master.

But soon someone answered the question for him.

Tang Tang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood up staggeringly. His position was not far from Song Lianzhi. Although his voice was not loud, he could hear him clearly.

He only heard a name muttered in his mouth, it turned out to be Qingxuanzun.

At this moment, Song Xianzhi, Mao Sai suddenly understood, and finally remembered why he felt this person was so familiar.

In the courtyard of Qing Xuanzun, in the painting that helped them escape to Jinshui Village at the end, was a young and beautiful man.

The eyes of the person in front of him clearly resembled that person!

Even if the whole eyeball has turned into a rich black at this moment, it still has an irresistible beauty, coupled with the inherent gentleness in the shape of the eyes, Song Xianzhi just took a look and remembered it in his heart.

He took a breath and thought, could it be that the person in that painting is Qing Xuanzun himself?

But why did he appear in Jinshui Village, wearing the clothes of the villagers?

Moreover, apart from these eyes, other places are completely different from the painting, especially the face, which is round and not masculine.

At this moment, the little fox Guan'er came over and asked Song Xianzhi in a low voice: "Song Song, what's the situation? Can we still fight?"

Song Xianzhi shook his head: "I don't know..."

Yunling's master is Qingxuanzun, and Qingxuanzun is their enemy, which Song Xianzhi never expected.

But Qing Xuanzun painstakingly kept them alive before, and these years, he is an old senior respected and loved by everyone in the Qinghe Sect. He shouldn't look like this person in front of him. It must have happened after he came to the Jing family, which led to He became what he is now.

It was rumored that Qing Xuanzun and his wife had already fallen in the secret realm of Huahai. Now, it seems that the rumors are false, and the matter has something else hidden.

The Jing family, perhaps something went wrong long ago.

"Yunling, I haven't seen you for so many years, how is your swordsmanship?" Qing Xuanzun smiled strangely, and he tossed the two cat-eyed jade beads back and forth between his fingers.

Yun Ling knew very well that the person in front of him was no longer his respected master, but hearing this familiar voice, he still couldn't make a move.

Seeing that he didn't open his mouth, Qing Xuanzun didn't change his expression. He reached into his bosom to wipe it off, took out a few jade plaques and threw them on the ground.

"Here, your disciple, hold back."

The jade tablet fell to the ground, its luster was dim, and it was covered with fine and dense cracks. It was actually the fate tablet that belonged exclusively to the disciples of the Qinghe Sect.

"In it I specially kept them before they died, tsk tsk tsk, it's so pitiful to cry—"

His voice became high-pitched for a moment, the corners of his mouth were split further, and the inconspicuous red mole next to his upper lip was lifted, his expression was mixed with some morbid excitement.