Zuo Chen stepped onto the hovercar in his heavy military boots. His dark military uniform meticulously covered his lean and muscular body, but it couldn't hide his memories of the past.

He slowly tightened his arms.

Zuo Chen chuckled: "Sometimes, the connection between people is that simple."

Qu Jian'er raised an eyebrow: "Just like you and me, if it weren't for me, perhaps you wouldn't have chosen this path."

She recalled the time she met and rescued Qingchen in the apocalypse. If she had turned a blind eye back then, Qingchen, as the chosen one of that world, would surely have been able to "escape alive."

She will make a name for herself in the apocalypse, and Qingchen's fate will definitely change.

Zuo Chen said softly, "Even so, I think meeting you was inevitable."

Qu Jian'er and the other person exchanged a smile.

Every choice they make will pluck the strings of fate, but their predetermined destiny will not change.

Zuo Chen put his arm around Qu Jian'er's waist, unusually curious: "So, who is Mo Mo's teacher?"

Qu Jian'er said directly, "It's Ryan. Mo Mo has the talent to become an exorcist."

Ryan, who was forced to inherit the Taoist temple, sneezed.

A short while later.

Zuo Momo came running over with her short legs, "I heard that, Auntie, is it really possible for me to become a great general in the world of metaphysics?"

As the metaphysical world was exposed, people realized that the Spirit Special Bureau and the Holy Sword were just the tip of the iceberg in the metaphysical world. The metaphysical world has a history that is longer than human civilization.

Therefore, in today's world...

Besides emblem masters, mecha maintainers, and magic trainers, the Xuanmen (mystical sect) is another faction that should not be underestimated.

Qu Jian'er patted Zuo Momo's head, a gesture she had watched grow up from a young age.

She has endless patience to explain.

Qu Jian'er chuckled: "Yes, our Mo Mo will be a one-of-a-kind exorcist in the future."

Zuo Muqu pointed to her face with her little finger: "Mom, what about me? Will I be an exorcist or a Taoist priest?"

Qu Jian'er said mysteriously, "You? Find it yourself."

She smiled kindly.

There was another reason why Zuo Muqu wasn't told.

Zuo Muqu is different from Zuo Momo.

He has the physique to learn anything.

She didn't want to restrict the other person's thoughts.

I want him to choose his own path.

Back to the palace.

Qu Jian'er left her son in Zuo Chen's care.

The father and son were left staring at each other, wide-eyed.

Take Zuo Momo to Qingxu Temple.

Qu Jian'er said, "To become a qualified exorcist, one must first have one's own exorcist apostle."

Zuo Momo looked puzzled, her braided pigtails swaying behind her ears as she twisted.

She understood the sentence with her limited knowledge.

I just can't understand it.

Zuo Momo stroked her chin and asked, "Auntie, what is a Demon-Slaying Apostle?"

Qu Jian'er suddenly asked, "Then why is Mo Mo so eager to become a member of the metaphysical world?"

Zuo Momo hesitated for a moment.

Ever since she could remember, she often had the same dream in which she had many friends of different ages.

She always felt that the people whose faces she couldn't see clearly were her family members, but when she asked her parents, they said that the Zuo family didn't have any of those people from her dream.

To avoid worrying my family.

She rarely talks about what happens in her dreams.

She wanted to become a member of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect).

She wanted to see those people for who they really were.

Is it the wandering ghost from her dreams, or is it really her family?

She whispered her dream to Qu Jian'er.

Clutching at the corner of her clothes, she felt uneasy.

She was afraid that Qu Jian'er would misunderstand.

After understanding, Qu Jian'er shook her head helplessly, carried the person into the Taoist temple, and murmured, "They really are something else."

Zuo Momo was held in someone's arms.

Feeling Qu Jian'er's body temperature.

It was as warm as her mother's embrace.

Zuo Momo wrapped her arms around Qu Jian'er's neck, and then saw a blond boy wearing a Taoist robe.

Four years later.

Ryan is about ten years old.

He has shed some of his naivety.

But his allure hasn't disappeared at all.

Ryan respectfully addressed Qu Jian'er as "Teacher."

Qu Jian'er looked around: "Where is everyone else?"

Ryan was on the verge of tears: "Ever since the teacher passed the Taoist temple to me four years ago, those guys have followed suit and started dumping their businesses on me one after another. Poor me, I haven't even had time to date beautiful girls anymore, boohoo, teacher..."

Qu Jian'er was getting a little impatient.

She put Zuo Momo down.

Without saying a word, Qu Jian'er said bluntly, "My niece, teach her how to form a contract with the Demon-Slaying Apostle."

Ryan looked at the cute little girl.

He immediately stopped faking his crying expression.

He greeted people with great gentlemanly manners.

Zuo Momo: "..." Shock! This person can change their expression.

Qu Jian'er handed the person over to Ryan and then left.

I wonder if Ryan will take Zuo Momo to the flower and bird market to pick out a Demon Apostle.

Zuo Momo was surrounded by a flock of birds.

She stared blankly at Ryan, who was holding a rose and admiring himself in solitude, for a while, before finally appearing before Ryan with a newborn parrot in her arms.

Ryan's blue eyes narrowed.

After looking at the parrot that indeed had a karmic connection with Zuo Momo, he very generously called over the boss.

The shopkeeper clearly knew Ryan: "Isn't this Abbot Ryan? Scan the code, or..."

Ryan said magnanimously, "The usual rule, on credit."

It's not that he's stingy.

He was really poor.

After learning that he and Qu Jian'er were master and apprentice, Vincent's family did not forget to send him money.

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