Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

"Oh shit, the old witch is chasing me here!" Yunhe screamed strangely.

I saw that the moon in the sky was inexplicably several times larger, and even the craters on the moon were clearly visible.

A pair of illusory wings of clear light appeared in the middle of the moon, and then the figure of Saint Sariel appeared.

"I am Saint Salier, the wing of God who fell into the world. I hold the right path in the world on behalf of God. I am not an old witch!" Saint Salier's voice was cold and cold, floating on the snow-white glacier at the top of Mont Blanc.

"Hey, you can even understand this?" Yun He tilted his beard, "You speak Chinese pretty well. How many foreign languages ​​do you know? Which school did you graduate from?"

Li Muchen wanted to laugh in his heart. He knew that the fifth senior brother liked to joke, but he didn't expect that he would still joke at this time.

Saint Salier said coldly: "I can speak all the languages ​​of the world, and wherever there is moonlight, it is my home."

Yun He looked at Li Muchen and said, "I remember we also have a moon in Kunlun, right? Is this girl related to us?"

Li Muchen said: "If I want to become a relative, I will become a relative with you. I have already been expelled from Tiandu."

Yunhe was stunned for a moment, with a stiff expression on his face, and suddenly smiled cheerfully: "Stop talking about it, I'm talking about Kunlun. Kunlun is a great place. In a broad sense, the entire world is formed by the expansion of Kunlun's land line."

After a pause, he added, "Mu Chen, actually, senior brother has not erased your name from the Tiandu Immortal Book."

"Oh?" Li Muchen was a little surprised.

Yunhe didn't say anything more, as if there was something unspeakable.

Li Muchen stopped asking.

Both of them were silent. Only the bright moonlight shone on the Alps, and the white snow on the top of the mountain looked particularly enchanting.

"Mu Chen, let's go. This matter has nothing to do with you in the first place." Yun He said suddenly.

"But it matters now." Li Muchen said.

Yun He said with some shame: "I took advantage of you just now. Actually, I wanted to test you to see if you are as rebellious and hopeless as the rumors say. But the fact that you came to me means that you are not. You should go over there. That cute little junior brother. Fifth senior brother, I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't doubt you or take advantage of you."

"Fifth Senior Brother, it's not your fault. It's normal for you to doubt me. In the eyes of many people, I am indeed rebellious."

"No, you're not! I can see that you have feelings for Tiandu, and I can also feel it from you. Your progress over the years is definitely not a demon as the rumors say. Maybe you have really touched the true origin of Tao. Righteousness!"

Yun He's tone was no longer so cynical, but became serious.

"I remember Master said that among all his disciples, Second Senior Brother is the most talented, but you are the most gifted. If you can overcome your own demonic obstacles, your achievements may surpass Second Senior Brother, because you are not in heaven. Within, so not bound by talent.”

"Master treats you differently from other disciples. Other disciples are all his disciples, and there is no distinction between them. Even if the second senior brother is so talented, Master only looks at you with a high regard in his heart and never shows any special concern on his face. Only you, Master treats you as his own child."

Hearing this, Li Muchen couldn't help but feel mixed emotions and feel a little uncomfortable.

But there are some roads from which there is no turning back.

"Have you finished speaking? Are all Eastern monks so long-winded?" Saint Salier said.

"Hey, old witch, if you want to take action, hurry up. Don't think that your Grandpa Yunhe is afraid of you and is following me like a follower. Isn't it fun?" Yunhe said sarcastically.

Sariel's face was expressionless: "Arsonist, you are a criminal of the Holy See. I have promised Hawkwood that he will take you back to the Holy See for disposal, and I will no longer care about your affairs. If you escape, you will be Hawkwood." Wood neglected his duty and will receive the punishment he deserves."

"Huh?" Yun He was stunned, "Then what are you doing here?"

"I came here because of him." Sariel looked at Li Muchen.

Li Muchen roughly guessed Sariel's purpose, and some of the previous mysteries became clear in his mind.

"You want the Blackfire back from me?"

"Yes, if you can voluntarily hand it over, I can forgive your sins on behalf of God and agree to St. Andrew's proposal to cooperate with you." Salier said.

Li Muchen smiled and suddenly asked: "Where is Agatha?"

"Agatha?" Sariel was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect that Li Muchen would suddenly ask about this name, "What are you looking for her for?"

"I'm helping Joyce find her wife."

"That fire thief?" Sariel suddenly understood, "He gave you the fire, and you should repay him. Unfortunately, Agatha is no longer his wife."

"But you can at least tell me where she is. I'll let Joyce meet her. If it's really no longer possible, let him give up. It's a relief."

Sariel was silent for a while: "Okay, she is in Brasov, you can ask Joyce to find her. Okay, hand over Black Fire."

Li Muchen spread his hands: "Did I say that I would hand over Black Fire just like this?"

Sariel was stunned, anger appeared on his face, and the moonlight dimmed.

"Cunning and untrustworthy Easterner, are you trying to cheat?"

"Hahahaha!" Li Muchen laughed, "You people always act in a superior manner and put on a cute angelic face. You are obviously bullying the weak, giving some completely unequal conditions, and then blaming others. The lack of trust then extends to the entire nation or country, vilifying their people in order to gain a sense of superiority and satisfaction.”

"I'm just asking you about Agatha's whereabouts. Isn't it human nature to help a husband find his wife? Isn't it the right thing to do? You claim to be 'everywhere with moonlight is your home', so under the moonlight Your children are your family, how can you bear to separate them?"

"You think Joyce is a fire thief, but I say he is a brave man. You think Easterners are cunning and unfaithful, but I say we are wise and righteous. You think that spreading your angel wings under the moon represents the beauty of the world. , but I said you are ugly and hypocritical. You think you can judge the world on behalf of God, but let me tell you, let alone you, even your god is not qualified to judge the world."

"Everything in the world, every person, and every life is independent, free, dignified, and a non-God's creation. They are as sacred as the moon above your head. No one can judge them, not even God!"

Li Muchen's words made Sariel stunned and did not react for a moment.

The fifth senior brother Yun He next to him seemed to have some realization. He frowned and began to think deeply. His face was suddenly surprised, happy, and worried. He didn't know what he was thinking.

The moonlight is silent, and the snow on the top of the mountain emits a soft white light.

After a while, Sariel became furious: "Sharp tongue is indeed a characteristic of you Easterners. No wonder the Holy See wants to take extreme measures to eliminate the pagan religions in the East."

The angel wings flapped gently, and her body disappeared in the moonlight.

And the huge moon suddenly brightened again, blooming with dazzling light like the day.

In an instant, the white snow that had covered the summit of Mont Blanc for thousands of years rose.

And a face of death appeared above the giant moon in the sky, opening its huge mouth as if it wanted to swallow the earth.