The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Ji Siye was startled: "Not going back to Qiu Shui?"

"No matter what, I can't just leave you alone. After all, I am your senior sister... Although this happened in my past life, a teacher is a father for life, and a senior sister is also a kind of teacher."

Wen Youqing angrily said, "How can I watch you die in vain? I'm so annoyed. You are still as stubborn as in your previous life."

"Because I am still me."

Ji Qixue smiled and held the hand that Wen Youqing handed over tightly: "Doesn't this mean that I haven't changed? Isn't that good?"

"What a ghost, can you learn in a good direction like me, your senior sister?"

"Sister, what did you learn? Why are you still as stupid as in your previous life?"

"Believe it or not, I will beat you up. Anyway, you can't beat me now."

"I'm wrong, spare me."

"What's wrong?"

"The mistake was pointing out Senior Sister's shortcomings without embellishing them."

"Just wait. When your cultivation recovers, you will definitely suffer."

......

to the end.

Wen Youqing still succumbed to Ji Siye's stubbornness.

She is that kind of person. Once she makes up her mind, she will not turn back easily.

Along the way, the two talked about the trivialities of daily life.

"When were you reborn?"

Wen Youqing was a little bored and asked Ji Siye casually.

"When I was three or four."

Ji Siye replied: "It's just like in my previous life, except that this time I was discovered by the Vatican quickly and was not..."

Master picked it up.

Wen Youqing knew what she was going to say next, but since Ji Siye didn't want to say it, she didn't take the initiative to ask anything, but just nodded.

"That's actually pretty good."

“I think….”

Ji Siye was silent for a moment, then perked up and started asking Wen Youqing.

"What about you? Did you still meet the same master as in your previous life?"

"Like in the previous life?"

Hearing Ji Siye's question, Wen Youqing couldn't help but be stunned.

This life seemed to have changed a lot, yet it seemed as if nothing had changed. Even her meeting with her Master was so similar.

It’s just that too much time has passed, and the images deep in my memory are beginning to become blurry.

How did you meet your master?

Wen Youqing frowned and began to think.

The Mad Pope yawned slightly tiredly, and felt helpless about Wen Youqing who did not listen to his advice and tried to escape as far away as possible.

Unfortunately, she couldn't change anything. Wen Youqing had her own choice.

So she simply stayed by the girl's side and listened to their chatting along the way.

Ji Siye’s question.

Not only did he ask about Wen Youqing, he also asked about her heart.

How did you and your master meet?

The Mad Pope fell into memories.

It was a glance back at a street corner or an alley that wrote the story of two people's lives.

The Mad Pope never regretted meeting the man in white that afternoon in the fall.

.......

"Are you sure you're pointing in the right direction?"

Jing Yan glanced at the street sign at the corner with doubt, and questioned Ji Qixue: "This is the third time I've come to this place."

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Ji Qixue's voice came, and she seemed to be confused, as if she was curious - where is the Mad Pope? Where is a Mad Pope of my age? According to history, she should be here now, right?

"Maybe the two taels of steamed cake you bought earlier caused a butterfly effect, causing things to change a little bit."

After a brief thought, Ji Qixue chose an answer that could shift the blame.

"you......"

Jing Yan thought for a moment, and ultimately did not utter the verbal attack on Ji Qixue.

He felt that there was at least a 98% chance that Ji Qixue had remembered the time wrong.

"Anyway, just take a look around here first. Even if there are some deviations, they shouldn't be that big."

Ji Qixue said to Jing Yan: "In short, it's not a big problem."

"Better so."

Jing Yan took a deep breath, took a step forward, and walked out of the alley.

The moment he walked out, he seemed to sense something, turned around and looked towards the alley across the street.

Maybe it's fate.

At that moment, a pair of red eyes looked in his direction at the same time.

The girl was thin and wore dirty clothes, but her eyes were so lively, like a deer licking its wounds in a dark forest. She would cleverly hide in the shadows at the slightest sign of trouble.

It is so...

Inferior and sensitive.

For some reason, Jing Yan's heart seemed to tremble. Looking at the girl who looked almost like Wen Youqing, he knew very well that she was not his disciple.

But......

I still can't help but feel heartbroken for her.

Why is this?

The scriptures are not clear.

The girl walked on the street and her gaze met Jing Yan's for just a moment. As if she didn't want others to notice her ugly appearance, she quickened her pace.

The figure disappeared at the other end of the street.

Two hundred and eighty. It would be nice if it disappeared

It was an afternoon and the sky was gradually getting dark.

The Mad Pope recalled this and looked at his own body. The body pierced by the chains was still covered in blood, but the skin on the uninjured parts was so smooth and tender.

This is different from who I was before.

It's normal that there are many demon species in Nanposo Continent.

Not to mention that his demon bloodline was so pure back then.

Her thin body had been a sign of being looked down upon since birth. She had long forgotten what her parents looked like, but she still remembered that they always had sad expressions on their faces after asking an old charlatan for advice.

Her home is in a remote fishing village in Nanposo Island. People there make a living by fishing and farming, working from sunrise to sunset.

One day, Wen Youqing's parents suddenly told her that they wanted to take her to the holy city.

The holy city is located in the center of South Posa Island and is the most prosperous place. The little girl was very excited at that time and fantasized about a perfect journey.

But it's all a scam.

.....

......

"What are you standing there for? Go and catch up with him."

Ji Qixue shouted in the sea of ​​​​spiritual words: "Don't stand there like an idiot!"

But Jing Yan did not listen to Ji Qixue. He still stood there without moving.

"what are you doing?"

Seeing Wen Youqing disappear in the crowd, Ji Qixue was helpless. She could only rub her temples and see what Jing Yan wanted to do.

“That’s a street corner, it’s a busy city.”

downtown?

Ji Qixue's eyes flashed with doubt: "It's a busy city, yes, then what?"

"There are a lot of people there. If you chase a little girl there, she will definitely be terrified." Jing Yan shook his head: "Besides, she doesn't want to be noticed."

"How did you figure this out?"

Ji Qixue asked doubtfully. Why did Jing Yan dare to make such a conclusion after just a quick glance?

This ability can almost see through people's hearts, right?

Although Ji Qixue could guess what others were thinking, there were causes and consequences and sufficient clues to support them, and she sorted them out bit by bit.

And how long had Jing Yan just been staring at Wen Youqing?

Three seconds?

Not to mention that he is just a mortal now, how can he understand what others are thinking so clearly?

Ji Qixue became curious about the scriptures.

"Because I know her eyes."

Jing Yan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "When Wen Youqing was little, she would always have nightmares when she slept, and then wake up from them, as if she was trying to avoid something - that eye is exactly the same as the one now."

"..."

Ji Qixue sighed.

"Well, the Child Master not only has a wealth of theoretical knowledge, but is also top-notch in practice, so now that we have lost him, what should we do next?"

"She will be found."

Jing Yan raised his eyebrows: "Now, let's go home first."

.......

......

She was left in the holy city.

A person.

Strange streets, strange houses. There are so many houses here, which cannot be compared with a small fishing village.

The smell of delicious food filled my nose, and no one among the people passing by noticed the little girl standing on the street corner.

It's so prosperous here.

It is thousands of times better than that small fishing village.

But......

This is not her home.

Confused, helpless, lonely, surprised...

Wen Youqing was surrounded by complicated emotions. She stood blankly on the street corner, hoping that her parents would stand in front of her at some point and take her home.