The Sword Immortal in White, Lord Bai Qiu.

This demon has been enlightened for five hundred years, and once taught the world of mortals to think of no life. The world and the world were divided into one energy, and from then on there were no real gods or immortals.

Among the eight great demon immortals in the world, the Sword Immortal in White was the earliest to attain enlightenment and has been around the longest.

He has seen the world's heroes rise together, he has seen demons and immortals come true, and he has also seen the black sword emerge from the sky... In the vast 500 years of ancient and modern times, no one in the world knows you.

As powerful as [Buddha Tower Master], when he saw this world-beating swordsman again, he also showed a dignified expression.

"The Sword Immortal in White..."

The young Wang Tu held the mysterious black ore tightly in his hands. He could feel the terror hidden in the independent person in the wind and snow better than anyone else.

There seemed to be a dormant sword intent, just like the supreme will he had just felt, the heaven and the earth were completely extinguished, and there was no more mystery in the void.

This is the thought of the supremely powerful.

This is the true way to kill.

"If you forge this sword, your future achievements will be limitless."

In the wind and snow, that touch of white clothes seemed to be there but not at all, as real as an illusion.

"Mr. Bai Qiu, if you help him, do you know what the consequences will be... maybe you will raise a powerful enemy out of thin air..."

The voice of the owner of the Pagoda was shocking, with a hint of anger and confusion.

"There are enough people on this mountain. There is no need for people at the bottom to come up."

"Buddha, if you can't stand it, you can kill him now..."

The voice of the swordsman in white floated over.

"You know you can't." The master of Futu said in a solemn tone, looking at Xiao Wuqi and Wang Tu with eyes as cold as frost.

This demon immortal has already seen that the two young humans in front of him have the appearance of hidden dragons. With their good luck, within ten years, they will become famous in the world and become the beings who can criticize the Taoist Fruit.

"If there is a sound of tide in the waves of the river, we will see dragons swimming in the deep sea... pagoda, a new era is coming."

The figure of the swordsman in white slowly disappeared, but his voice filled the world and was so loud that it was boundless.

"Wait a minute..." young Wang Tu cried out.

The voice fell slightly, and a piece of pure white clothes slowly drifted with the whining mountain wind and fell in front of him.

"Today's love, I will ask you to repay it one day... when you truly reach the top and can stand shoulder to shoulder with me..."

The leisurely voice slowly dissipated, just like the endless light and shadow in front of you.

In the lobby, Li Mo stood there quietly. Everything just happened seemed to have changed in a blink of an eye.

But he felt as if he had experienced half a lifetime, staring blankly at the half piece of clothes hanging on the wall.

"Sword Immortal in White...Boss Bai...it turns out to be him..."

At this moment, Li Mo's heart was filled with ups and downs, and he could hardly control himself.

Although he had some vague guesses about Boss Bai's identity from previous clues, when he saw it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he was still shocked beyond measure.

The man who took the infant Li Mo out of the capital from Luofu Mountain... no... eighteen years ago, has become inseparable from him and cannot be separated from him.

At the foot of Luofu Mountain and inside Yunzhongfang, that was not the first encounter between Li Mo and Boss Bai, but it was the continuation of their fate.

From that time on, in Luofu Mountain, Longyuan Mansion, Wangxuan City... Boss Bai has been standing behind him, guarding silently.

"Why?" Li Mo was filled with doubts.

He couldn't figure out why the Sword Immortal in White, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, could treat him like this.

"As a young man, it seems you don't know his background?"

At this moment, a heavy and harsh sound came from behind.

Li Mo turned around subconsciously and saw a rugged man walking out slowly. He was wearing cloth, walking barefoot, with a black butcher's knife hanging on his waist. His eyes were focused on Li Mo.

He looked at Mo's body wantonly.

"Is it you!?" Li Mo's expression changed slightly, and he actually recognized this person.

That day in Longyuan Mansion, Boss Bai once took him to see a pig butcher in Caotou Lane. At that time, Li Mo even made gestures with the two young men next to the pig butcher.

How could Li Mo have imagined that the butcher who killed the pig was actually one of Xuantian's seven great butchers!?

"The Sword Immortal in White...he has such a great reputation, but he doesn't have many friends...he actually brought a kid to see me that day, which is surprising enough."

The butcher whispered softly, but his eyes were like a knife, as if he wanted to see through Li Mo.

"That day in Wangxuan City, Beishan Xuanzhang came in person. If he hadn't taken action, you would be a dead person now."

"Boss Bai..." Li Mo hesitated.

"It's really strange that a person like him can take action again and again..."

"Senior, didn't I also receive his favor back then and was able to successfully refine my sword?"

Li Mo suddenly said.

The butcher was stunned for a moment, and not only did he glance at the butcher's knife at his waist in a faint and inadvertent way, his original deep gaze suddenly became distracted, as if the years had stirred up the dusty memories.

"Yes... he is a weirdo... Back then, I didn't have great supernatural powers, but I suffered such huge karma... I will pay it back one day..."

The butcher murmured softly that at his level, the most taboo thing is not the powerful enemies in the world, but the eternal cause and effect.

We met briefly back then, but there was a huge kindness. This kindness must be returned sooner or later.

"He said you were his guest, but I don't think so."

The butcher walked up to Li Mojin, held his chin with his rough palm, and looked left and right.

"You can't be his illegitimate son."

"Senior...what did senior say?" Li Mo's expression became even weirder.

"That's right. For five hundred years, I heard that he only had a close relationship with Black Sword. As for the others, they were just careless."

The butcher was thoughtful and slowly looked away from Li Mo.

"Do you know where he is now?"

"I don't know." Li Mo shook his head. To be honest, he wanted to find Boss Bai more than anyone else now. He had too many doubts in his heart that he wanted to know.

"Senior, does he know?"

"I know why I'm asking you?" The butcher glared. The last time he saw the swordsman in white was at Longyuan Mansion.

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"He said that if you can't survive anymore, leave early." Li Mo curled his lips, remembering Boss Bai's instructions before leaving.

"Why does it sound like he's his son?" The butcher glanced at Li Mo again, with suspicion in his eyes.

This is simply the advice from my old father.

"Did he leave anything for you?" the butcher asked again.

The picture scroll redeemed from No. 9 Pawn Shop instantly appeared in Li Mo's mind. The green edge was as bright as ever, and everything was blurred.

"No..." Li Mo looked at the butcher with sincere eyes, shook his head and said, "There is nothing left for me."

When the butcher heard this, he took a deep look at Li Mo and then said in a deep voice: "I understand, please step back."

"It's over?"

"It's over."

The butcher waved his hand, seemingly uninterested, and no longer even looked at Li Mo.

Li Mo hesitated for a moment, then slowly exited the Charity Hall filled with questions.

Above the high hall, the butcher looked at Li Mo's retreating back with deep eyes, and the memory of that day in Longyuan Mansion came to his mind again.

The bright moon hangs high and the waves of the river surge.

On top of the independent wave dressed in white, no matter how violent the storm, it couldn't move the corners of his clothes.

"Old Bai, why didn't you bring that kid with you during the day?"

In the vast darkness of the night, the Butcher flew through the air and landed on the river tide.

"It's not like you can meet him casually." Boss Bai whispered softly, and with just one sentence, the butcher's expression became even weirder.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I'm leaving..."

Boss Bai changed the topic and did not take up the butcher's words.

"Where to go?"

"The five-hundred-year deadline is approaching, and I still have a lot of things to do." Boss Bai looked up at the bright moon in the sky, but there was no trace of sadness or anger on his face.

When the butcher heard this, he couldn't help but frowned.

"Time is always cruel."
To be continued...