Xuan Zhen had seen the remains of his nephew, Qing Yu.
Although it took many days to arrive at the True Martial Gate from Yangcheng, Xuanfeng had been using his true qi to protect him, so when he arrived at the True Martial Gate, the body was stiff but had not decomposed.
Now that I think about it, there is some resemblance between that “Qing Yu” and this Qing Yu.
But Xuan Zhen would not think that they were the same person. Even if they were standing together, no one would feel that they were the same person.
When Qing Yu left Yangcheng, he was still a teenager, underage, now more than two years and almost three years have pa*sed, Qing Yu has completely grown up and has changed tremendously compared to the past.
Not only in appearance, but also in temperament, and divine charm. The Qing Yu of the True Dan realm and the Qing Yu of the Houtian realm are simply a world apart.
The Houtian realm was the beginning of the martial dao, while the True Dan realm had begun the initial ascension to the life level, the difference between the two was simply too great.
The grim young man in the coffin at that time would not be the same as this Daoist master with his awe-inspiring Daoist aura today.
Not to mention the difference in strength between the two.
Therefore, Xuan Zhen treated this as a mere coincidence and simply sighed, “You look like an old friend of mine.”
Xuan Zhen did not equate the two, but Qing Ling did not.
The now gloomy looking young Daoist nun looked at Qing Yu’s features and lost in thought as she whispered, “Qing Yu — Senior Brother —— Little Senior Brother ——”
She couldn’t help but want to move forward and examine this familiar face carefully.
When she was in Yangcheng, that younger brother died in her arms, the blood from the huge wound splashed into her eyes, making them bloodshot as far as they could see.
It was an unforgettable nightmare that woke her up many a midnight.
Qing Ling’s words were soft, but all the martial arts masters present could easily hear them even if they were ten times softer.
Hearing Qing Ling’s words, Xuan Zhen grabbed Qing Ling’s small hand to stop her from going forward and said softly, “Ling’er, Qing Yu is already dead, this Daoist brother just looks similar.”
Hearing the conversation between the master and disciple, Xuan Goblet also gave Qing Yu an odd look. Earlier, he had only known that this Daoist had the same Daoist name as the master-nephew who had died tragically, but he had never thought that even his looks were somewhat similar.
When he thought about Qing Yu’s earlier statement that he had a grudge against Xuan Guang Xuan Chen, Xuan Goblet’s gaze became even more odd.
On the contrary, Qing Yu, the one who had caused the incident, remained as steady as an old dog in this matter, flicking his whisk and smiling, “It seems that this young fellow Daoist has a depression in his heart and his mind is hard to settle.”
Xuan Zhen calmed Qing Ling down and apologised, “It was my disciple who was rude, I hope you won’t take offence. My apprentice, Qing Ling, saw my nephew, Qing Yu, die in her arms and a nightmare began to arise in his mind.
‘This nightmare ——‘ Qing Yu had an inexplicable sense of oddness in his heart, ‘as if this nightmare was entirely caused by me.’
The death of Yang Cheng’s double was a script that Qing Yu had written a long time ago. Which of those so-called tragic deaths of their brothers and teachers were not due to Qing Yu.
So it seemed that although this lucky little Daoist nun had preserved her life in the several encounters before and after, she was having a hard time.
“If you don’t mind, I can recite it for you later, so that your disciple’s mind can be calmed and he can have a good sleep.” Qing Yu said with a compa*sionate look in his eyes, glancing at Qing Ling, who was a little dazed.
“I am grateful to you for your trouble over there.” Xuan Zhen thanked.
“It’s a token of my appreciation.” Qing Yu nodded and returned the salute.
Xuan Goblet said, “Senior Sister Xuan Zhen, and Daoist Brother Qing Yu, it would be better for the two of you to go inside the viewpoint and talk. Senior Nephew Qingling’s mind is unsettled now, and it is difficult to use his energy to resist this hot summer sun, so if he stays outside here, he is afraid that his body will get sick.”
“Does senior brother not trust senior sister’s medical skills?” Xuan Zhen said with a soft smile.
Her medical skills were one of the best in the True Martial Sect, and she was ranked among the best in the Apricot Grove, so she could easily cure a heat stroke.
That being said, Xuan Zhen still a*sisted Qing Ling and followed them into the Heavenly Truth Temple.
“The Dharma of the Heavenly Kingdom is true, and is not confined to the mundane. This Taoist temple is a profound one.” Before entering the Taoist temple, Xuan Zhen saw the plaque in front of the temple and praised it.
“Who can be unconventional? Is it not the case that Senior Sister has come here to pull Senior Brother into the mundane world? Otherwise, how would senior sister remember senior brother who has been in Shuzhou for ten years?” Xuan Goblet suddenly said a little coldly.
“This ——” Xuan Zhen was also speechless.
Both sides were not stupid, Xuan Zhen suddenly came to Shuzhou to see this senior brother whom she had not seen for ten years, there must be something important. Otherwise, was she bringing her disciple here for a break?
”Wanting to capture, although Xuan Goblet is straightforward in nature, she is not stupid and does not hesitate when it is time to use a ploy.” Qing Yu said in his heart as he watched from the sidelines.
A senior sister who hadn’t seen him for ten years came to see his junior brother, definitely not to catch up on old times, but to have something to do. Most likely, Xuan Goblet was about to leave the Heavenly Truth View.
But this also took advantage of Xuan Goblet’s intention, if he wanted to deal with Xuan Chen, he definitely couldn’t stay in Shuzhou as a geek all the time, he would have to return to the True Martial Sect after all.
Xuan Chen’s visit was also a timely rain. The coldness of Xuan Goblet now was just to make everything seem normal.
The atmosphere was suddenly silent, and the group marched to the Daoist temple like this.
“Master Xuan Goblet, what are you —— doing?” said Xuan Zhen, pointing at the wrecked ground.
“Earlier, the poor Taoist and Daoist brother Xuan Goblet had a little sparring session and had not yet cleaned up.” Qing Yu explained with a smile.
In fact, it was not impossible to clean it up, but it would inevitably leave traces. Other than that, what was the matter with a stone table missing when there were stone benches here?
Even if the stone stools were taken care of together, this suddenly empty floor would still look extremely abrupt.
In that case, it would be better to just say so without any disguise. With a few minor deletions, this is a common occurrence.
It is also extremely normal for martial arts practitioners to cut up a bit on the spur of the moment.
“Did the sparring get so bad that even the disciple was stunned?” Xuan Zhen looked at Qing Hai, who was still lying on the ground, and said with an odd expression on her face.
She, who was skilled in the art of healing, could naturally see what had caused Qing Hai to faint. The two just let the little Taoist priest go out to greet her, and Xuan Zhen didn’t know whether to feel honoured or to take pity on the little Taoist priest.
“I’ll go and put Qinghai in place, make yourself comfortable, Sister.” Xuan Goblet lifted Qinghai with one hand and walked towards the hut off to the side.
“I have made you laugh,” Xuan Zhen smiled at Qing Yu and looked at Xuan Goblet’s back, saying, “Senior Brother Xuan Goblet is still as good at martial arts as ever, back in the days of the sect, the brothers were often challenged by Xuan Goblet as well. Now it seems that in these ten years, Senior Brother Xuan Goblet has remained unchanged, and is still the same familiar Senior Brother.”
