Practice Remembering You

At this moment, suddenly, it seemed as if the whole world began to shake.

Wu Mengjie looked into the distance from his current direction and found that wrinkles had appeared in the space in the distance, and in the wrinkles in the distance, there appeared two strange distorted scenes, one red and one blue.

Looking at this scene of heaven and earth, for some reason, it gives people an inexplicable sense of fear.

An indescribable and awe-inspiring force began to vibrate, as if a sleeping god from ancient times was gradually awakening.

Wu Mengjie's body was covered with goose bumps, and his heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of his throat. This feeling was not excitement or excitement, but a deep fear and awe.

Shi Dongdong shouted excitedly at this time: "Wow! Big brother is coming out!"

"Crack!"

As soon as Shi Dongdong finished speaking, a bright crack suddenly appeared in the sky, like the Milky Way in the night sky.

Then, a pair of huge hands slowly stretched out from the crack. These hands were bigger than the mountains, and seemed to be able to support the entire world.

What was even more surprising was that these hands were extremely beautiful and graceful, with slender fingers, just like a woman's hands. If it had not been known before that the elegant layman was a man, anyone who saw them would probably have mistaken the owner of these hands for a woman.

"Hmm~"

A strange, evil and lazy voice emerged from the crack.

The moment Wu Mengjie heard this voice, he actually had a familiar feeling, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he was not quite sure.

A huge hand like a mountain slowly spread outwards, and boundless power filled the surroundings.

Although the outward pushing movement of this big hand appears slow and gentle, it actually contains unimaginable power.

As it moved, the space around it began to break, and these cracks spread rapidly, tearing the entire space into pieces. This scene made people feel shocked and terrified.

The space was completely pushed open, and the big hand disappeared almost instantly.

A man walked out from the place that seemed like a crack in the sky.

What kind of young man is that?

He was like an immortal from fairyland, handsome and charming, with soft and smooth lines on his face, every line was just right.

He has long eyebrows, even Shi Dongdong is three points inferior to him, and the corners of his eyes are slightly red, which makes him even more attractive.

His eyes radiated a purple light, and there was a hint of evil charm in his eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts, but also with a bit of laziness, which made people fall in love with him.

A waterfall of jet-black hair falls naturally and rests on the shoulders easily. A few strands of hair flutter in the wind, making her look even more chic.

On his forehead, a mysterious rune loomed, as if it was a special mark bestowed by God. There was always a cynical smile on the corner of his mouth.

His skin was as smooth as silk, like white jade, with a slight healthy sheen. He wore a gray-white shirt that exposed his breasts, showing off his firm chest and faintly visible muscle lines, exuding a unique androgynous charm that appealed to both men and women.

Behind him there is a golden halo as tall as a person, as if the annual rings of a tree are continuously and actively spreading outwards.

There was a string of bells dangling from his right wrist, with two bells on one string. When the elegant layman came out, the bells rang once.

The most eye-catching thing is the symbol of him being an eighth-level cultivator in the realm of life and death. Two auras of life and death, one black and one white, surround his body.

The elegant layman has a noble temperament, a body as straight as a pine tree, and an indescribable elegance in his movements. His existence seems to be out of tune with the world around him, but it attracts everyone's attention.

After Wu Mengjie saw the sect leader's appearance clearly, he felt that he had seen him somewhere. However, this should be impossible. When Master Yazhi was in seclusion, his great-grandfather was not even born. How could he have seen him before?

But when he thought of this, Wu Mengjie suddenly seemed to realize something and subconsciously glanced at Wuli. Only then did he know why he felt like he had seen the sect master before, because Wuli's appearance was actually very similar to the sect master, at least about 70% similar.

After coming out of Yazhiju, he must have discovered the people from the sect. When he saw Wuli, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then he smiled meaningfully.

Then he teleported to Yanjun and the others.

Nian Xiang: "Master."

Stern: "Brother."

Shi Dongdong: "Brother!"

Wu Mengjie: "Hello, Master."

Mr. Yazhi smiled and nodded, then came to Wuli, hooked Wuli's chin with one hand, looked into each other's eyes, and a weird smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He should have said something in private.

Wu Mengjie was very interested, but since the leader didn't say anything, he naturally couldn't ask. Moreover, the smiles of the elegant layman and Wu Li made Wu Mengjie feel a chill inexplicably.

Then, Master Yazhi put his arms around Yan Jun and Shi Dongdong’s shoulders and said, “Ah, it’s been many years since we last met. You look older to my naked eyes, but your strength has improved a lot. I think you can beat some seventh-level cultivators.

Third sister, you seem to have grown taller, but why haven't you improved much in strength? You are being lazy. If you meet a stronger sixth-level cultivator, you probably won't be able to defeat him. This is not okay."

Shi Dongdong felt a little guilty: "I... I wasn't lazy, it was mainly because something happened in the middle that caused me to practice a little slower."

The elegant layman chuckled and said, "What could have happened? Talk to your eldest brother."

"This... is a long story." Shi Dongdong scratched his head.

"Then let's go back to the temple and talk." Master Yazhi let go of Yan Yan and Shi Dongdong, then looked at Wu Mengjie who had been standing here a while ago: "This child..."

"His name is Wu Mengjie. He is a disciple who will join our sect. He has great talent." Before Mr. Yazhi could finish his question, Shi Dongdong introduced him.

Master Yazhi glanced at Shi Dongdong and Wu Mengjie with a playful look in his eyes, and smiled even more: "It seems that a lot of interesting things have happened during my years of seclusion. I'm afraid I can't finish talking about them all in a short time. How about this, let's go back to the sect first and talk slowly."

Just as Wu Mengjie was about to board the flying vehicle made by Master Yazhi, he saw Master Yazhi just clapped his hands lightly.

"Crack~"

The crisp sound echoed in the air, as if a mysterious spell was awakened.

As the voice resounded, Wu Mengjie's vision changed dramatically. The vast outside world disappeared, and was replaced by a room.

Wu Mengjie was stunned for a moment, he blinked, trying to adapt to this sudden change. He was very familiar with this room, it was the floor where the Juefei Sect practiced.

At this time, including the elegant monk Shi Dongdong, Yan Yan, and their respective war pets and mounts, were all in this room.

Wu Mengjie reacted quickly and realized what had just happened. The elegant layman just clapped his hands and brought all the people in the sect back to the sect from the outside world where they had just been in seclusion!