While Suning was silently waiting for the start of the third round of the arena, in the Fengdao Pavilion of the Martial Palace, Su Xinglan was pestering Gu Changxiao to go to Yuehua Fairyland.
The reason is also very simple.
He wanted to see with his own eyes whether the Empress Yue Hua, the woman who was regarded as the supreme being in the world and possessed the most exquisite Dharma and Double God Yugui, looked exactly like Xia Baiyou as Gu Changxiao said.
In the more than ten years since her beloved passed away, and the world was separated forever, Su Xinglan fantasized countless times and prayed to God countless times, hoping to see his beloved woman again.
One side is enough, I want nothing else in this life.
This is the obsession in his heart, the lingering longing.
Therefore, even if Empress Yue Hua is only 80% similar to Xia Baiyou, even if she is not her. For Su Xinglan, even if it is a substitute, it can relieve the pain and concern that he does not want to tell outsiders.
"Stop dilly-dallying. With your cultivation in the seventh realm of Semi-Saint, you can travel to the Moonlight Fairy Realm very quickly."
"One glance, can I just take a look?"
Su Xinglan held his hands on the bookshelf and vowed: "I promise not to act impulsively, and I will stay sober and sensible by your side."
"As long as you can see her, you can leave whenever you want."
Gu Changxiao sighed and said, "I'm not worried about you doing anything random. What I'm worried about is that your state of mind at the moment is messed up. It's completely messed up."
"The exact same sentence will make you obsessed with the past. If you really see the girl from Yuehua Fairyland, you..."
"You will only sink deeper and deeper, and eventually develop inner demons that you shouldn't have."
Su Xinglan closed his eyes and said nothing, facing Xia Baiyou's portrait, his mind was ups and downs, and he could not regain his composure for a long time.
Gu Changxiao advised with sincerity: "Be obedient and the past will disappear. Those who leave have already left."
"Crawling the ground as a prison is undoubtedly asking for trouble and suffering."
"The road you are going to take in the future is a bright road that is unique in the fairy world. Don't be trapped by love anymore, or ruin your future of becoming a saint because of love."
"Knowing the destiny and dharma, one is born a saint."
"This is a destiny destined by God, a blessing that no one else can ask for."
"Just follow the steps and you won't go wrong."
Su Xinglan said sadly: "If your heart is not calm, how can you find a bright road?"
"Since he is destined to be a born saint, how can he come up with such a step-by-step explanation?"
Gu Chang smiled and choked on his words for a moment, scratching his forehead in a hurry.
Su Xinglan bowed and said with a sincere smile: "Old man, when you asked me to come to the Martial Palace to become your disciple, I agreed."
"I have never knelt down and kowtowed, and I have never burned incense and offered tea."
"You said you don't care about red tape, don't pay attention to it, and don't care."
"But I know in my heart that you actually care."
"As a disciple, you should respect your master. How can anyone not bow to their master?"
"Today, I will make up for your apprenticeship."
"You are my master, and I am your direct disciple."
"You begged me once, can I also beg you once?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he bent his legs and knelt down in the tunnel: "Disciple Su Xinglan, pay your respects to the master."
Kneeling three times and knocking nine times, he was meticulous.
A strong wind blew outside the building, and the martial arts accumulated over millions of years in the martial arts palace seemed to be breaking apart due to Su Xinglan's kneeling.
However, Gu Changxiao knew that it was not a collapse and separation.
It is the soul consciousness left in the martial arts of the ancestors of the Martial Palace that cannot withstand the worship of a born saint.
"you......"
My eye sockets were moist and I felt relieved.
Gu Changxiao hurriedly leaned over and helped him: "Quickly, get up."
Su Xinglan said stubbornly: "Agreed?"
The white-haired old man wiped his face and said with immortal energy floating around his body: "I am just a precious disciple like you. If I don't respond to you, who else can I respond to?"
Stepping out with one foot, the figure merged into the void.
"Going is a good or bad outcome, an opportunity or a calamity. With the teacher here, no one can hurt you."
