The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

Just when Meng Xuanhe was at a loss, a man suddenly walked out from the end of the alley. The man was dressed in white clothes and a plain scarf, still holding a whisk in his hand.

Meng Xuanhe recognized at a glance that this man was the old man who came to Chenxiangji to buy incense at that time, and he was the culprit who brought her into another time and space.

But now he seems to be even older than he was then, his hair is completely white and his body looks weak.

The old man stretched out his whisk, and a burst of light quickly hit Meng Sangxi.

Meng Sangxi, who was already seriously injured, felt as if he was hit hard by a hammer. Every inch of his skin and every bone was suffering from unspeakable pain, and every breath was accompanied by pain that penetrated deep into his bones.

She stared at the old man in front of her and sneered, "Qingyi, you have been chasing me for so many years, but have you ever really killed me?"

No matter how seriously injured Meng Sangxi is, she will recover completely as long as she is given some time.

"Back then, the Goddess Star had not yet been born, so you were able to recover naturally. I think you know better than me what your physical condition is now."

Qingyi shook his head and turned a deaf ear to Meng Sangxi's sarcasm.

"You have already sent Pian Pian to that dynasty. Has it changed the ending?"

Hearing Meng Sangxi calling her, Meng Xuanhe was suddenly startled. She didn't expect that Meng Sangxi knew about her leaving, and that her master was also related to the old man who brought her into another dynasty.

Qingyi sighed, and his whisk fell again, hitting Meng Sangxi with even greater force than before.

Meng Sangxi was already seriously injured, and if he received this blow, he would probably be completely destroyed.

"Stop!" Meng Xuanhe didn't care whether he was in a dream or whether his shouts could be heard by anyone.

She threw herself in front of Meng Sangxi, trying to help her avoid the disaster.

Just as Meng Xuanhe blurted out, Qingyi seemed to sense something and exclaimed "Huh" in surprise.

The golden light ball hit Meng Xuanhe, and as expected, she didn't feel any pain.

The ball of light passed through her body, but it seemed to disappear, and did not hit Meng Sangxi through her.

A white light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and Meng Xuanhe looked around. There was a fairy air and towering rocks. It was the peak of Mount Huashan where she had been before.

Qingyi stroked his beard and came to Meng Xuanhe from the land of misty clouds.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?" Facing the culprit who inexplicably teleported him to another world, Meng Xuanhe started asking him questions as soon as he caught him.

This old man doesn't seem to have any hostility towards me.

"I'm surprised you can come here." Qingyi didn't directly answer Meng Xuanhe's question, but said to himself: "It seems that Jiang Rao has successfully found you."

Jiang Rao?

Thinking of the Tianji Pavilion token that Jiang Rao had given him, a thought arose in Meng Xuanhe's heart: "Are you the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion?"

Qingyi smiled and nodded, his features were kind, and it was hard to tell that he was someone who wanted to kill Meng Sangxi.

"What is your purpose? Is this the righteous path in your hearts that requires you to take human lives so lightly?" Meng Xuanhe pursed his lips, anger burning in his eyes.

She still vividly remembered how Meng Sangxi lay seriously injured on the ground just now. He was the master who had cared for her and loved her since she was a child.

It can be said that without Meng Sangxi, she, an orphan, would not have survived to this day. How could Meng Xuanhe not treat Qingyi coldly?

"Meng Sangxi was born with disaster. As long as she survives, the struggles and chaos of that dynasty will never end."

Qingyi said something confusing, but he didn't seem to want to explain.

"She is seriously injured now, and it is estimated that she will not live for too long. You don't have to worry too much about her, because you have a more important mission. Whether the dynasty you are in can be peaceful and harmonious actually depends on your thoughts."

After Qingyi finished speaking, without answering Meng Xuanhe's doubts one by one, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Meng Xuanhe's eyebrows.

The mountains and rivers were shattered like torn silk, and the originally pieced together picture collapsed again, bringing Meng Xuanhe back to the real world.

Meng Xuanhe woke up in Xie Lin's arms, as if she had experienced a long dream. But she didn't expect that when she woke up, it was still midnight.

The dream just now seemed to have stopped. Time did not move even a second.

Meng Xuanhe raised his hand, covered his eyes with his arm, and a tear fell unconsciously.

Meng Sangxi was both her teacher and mother, and she loved her endlessly. How could she watch Meng Sangxi die?

And what on earth was that old man Qingyi talking about? Meng Sangxi was seriously injured, but she didn't need to worry too much. She couldn't help but wonder, could such a cold-blooded person really believe in the Way of Heaven?

But soon, Meng Xuanhe calmed himself down.

Instead of worrying about what might happen, do something to completely change the outcome of the story.

She was once able to rescue Yan Liu, Jing, and Yan Cheng'an from Duke Yan's Mansion, and now she can also go back to the modern times to rescue Meng Sangxi.

Meng Xuanhe summoned the painting spirit in her brow, and it was just as she guessed. The blue painting spirit had turned purple, and the spiritual energy was dozens of times more abundant than before.

She pinched the painting magic between her fingers, and her endless worries drifted out of the window.

"Whether the dynasty you are living in can be peaceful and harmonious depends on your thoughts." Qingyi's words echoed in her ears again, making her silent for no reason.

She didn't want Meng Sangxi to die, but she also didn't want Xie Lin to get hurt.

Meng Xuan looked at Xie Lin strugglingly, and kissed him on the forehead with infinite tenderness.

Originally, she wanted to step into the Purple Dao just to see Meng Sangxi and ask her not to worry about her.

If Meng Sangxi agrees, she will stay here forever. Regardless of whether she will return to the modern world unexpectedly in the future, she will cherish every day with Xie Lin.

But now, it seems that it is impossible...

She stretched out her fingers and traced Xie Lin's face, as if she wanted to carve it into her heart and never forget it.

Meng Xuanhe smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that the noise would disturb Xie Lin.

Xie Lin opened her eyes, still a little sleepy. The emperor pulled her into his arms without thinking and said in a deep voice, "Stop making trouble."

He was not a sleepy person, but the drowsiness he had felt in recent days made it impossible for him to muster up energy at night.

"Xie Lin?"

Meng Xuanhe gritted her teeth and struggled to decide whether to speak. The contradictions in her heart collided, as if to tear her in half.

She has never been a timid and indecisive woman, but today's decision has put Meng Xuanhe into a conflict.

"Hmm?" Xie Lin sniffed the fragrance on her body, and his mind calmed down. He responded with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Please let me go." The image of Meng Sangxi reappeared in front of him, and Meng Xuanhe closed his eyes.

The words that were spoken softly seemed to cut the man's heart.