"Take care, senior!"
Qin Luo smiled and bowed.
Lü Yang left with Liu Ying.
Qin Luo walked towards the direction of Wushang Temple.
Lu Yang stopped in his tracks, looking in the direction Qin Luo had disappeared, and whispered, "Was it him?"
Liu Ying tore off the talisman from her forehead and shook her head. "Although I feel close to him, it's not him. But I can sense that he's nearby."
"All right."
There was a hint of disappointment in Lü Yang's eyes.
Liu Ying scratched her head, puzzled, and asked, "The Imperial Advisor said he would go to the capital, so why don't we go to the capital?"
"Go and die!"
Lu Yang said with a solemn expression.
Will he die?
"He lives forever in the cycle of reincarnation."
......
The next day, early morning.
Deep in the mountains, Qin Luo could see the Wushang Temple from afar. Its magnificent palaces were even more imposing than the mountains themselves; it was the most spectacular Taoist temple he had ever seen.
Near Wushang Temple, there are many cultivators and wandering Taoist priests. Due to the existence of the restriction, Wushang Temple is right in front of them, but they cannot get close.
There are sixteen high mountains surrounding Wushang Temple. From a high vantage point, they form the inner and outer Bagua (Eight Trigrams), corresponding to time and space. If one cannot find the correct path, even if one keeps walking towards Wushang Temple, one will not be able to reach it.
Qin Luo walked straight toward Wushang Temple. Along the way, there were young sword cultivators marking trees.
The young swordsman saw Qin Luo, who was handsome and refined, and clearly not an ordinary person. He immediately followed behind him, wanting to try his luck.
Qin Luo walked towards the Supreme Temple. The young sword cultivator stopped and looked at Qin Luo's back, shaking his head. "Walking like this, he's obviously a newcomer."
The young swordsman suddenly realized that Qin Luo was walking further and further away, getting closer and closer to the Supreme Temple. When he tried to catch up, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up.
"well!"
The young swordsman was filled with regret.
The opportunity was right in front of him, but he didn't seize it.
Qin Luo arrived at the gate of Wushang Temple. Standing outside the gate was a divine general comparable to a mountain, wearing golden armor, holding a giant sword, and carrying a powerful aura.
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