I am in the world of immortal cultivation

Xie Shiyuan met Qin Shu's serious eyes and began to recall the past.

He still remembered the appearance of his brothers when they fell, and the appearance of them when they broke out of their shells when they were young...their embarrassed appearance when they were playing...

These memories that he had suppressed in the past, once a thread was touched, they burst out like a gusher.

Xie Shiyuan described it in detail, and Qin Shu picked up the pen and put the first stroke on the paper.

But in a moment, a vivid portrait appeared in front of them.

Qin Shu raised her head and looked at Xie Shiyuan and asked: "How? Is it like this?"

Xie Shiyuan looked at the painting, and his expression changed again.

It was not because Qin Shu's painting was not like it, but because it was too like it.

A portrait brought back countless memories of Xie Shiyuan. He stared at the portrait for a long time and finally sighed.

"Very similar."

Qin Shu could understand his emotional fluctuations at this time. Seeing that the portrait she drew was recognized by him, she smiled and said, "It's good that it looks like it. Any more? Draw another one?"

In this way, according to the facial features provided by Xie Shiyuan, Qin Shu drew a total of 16 portraits.

All of them were various beasts, and she didn't recognize any of them.

After sorting out these portraits, Qin Shu handed the portrait in her hand to Xie Shiyuan and said, "Take a look again. If there is nothing to modify, let the master help find the person according to this portrait."

Xie Shiyuan took the portrait and looked through it one by one. His eyes were nostalgic and sad. Qin Shu was not feeling well watching from the side.

Finally, he finished flipping through all the portraits, calmed down his emotions, and handed the paper back to Qin Shu.

"No problem, you draw very well."

Qin Shu was also very happy to be able to help her. Suddenly, she felt that she had not learned this painting in vain.

She smiled and handed the painting back to Taoist Xuantian, "Grandmaster, then... please trouble you."

Taoist Xuantian responded, "Well, I just promised to help you find it. I can't guarantee whether I can find it or not."

Qin Shu glanced at Xie Shiyuan and heard him say, "Of course, if they are really in the ghost world, they have been there for at least tens of thousands of years, and it is not easy to find them."

Taoist Xuantian nodded slightly, "It's good that you have this awareness."

After saying this, he looked up at the two people standing in front of him and asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Qin Shu shook her head, and Taoist Xuantian began to chase people away ruthlessly, "In that case, why don't you leave? The ghost energy here is strong. Could it be that you don't want to be a sword cultivator anymore, and you want to be a ghost cultivator?"

Although this sentence has the meaning of chasing people away, it also comes more from the concern of the grandmaster.

But Taoist Xuantian certainly couldn't have thought that the person who followed him to learn swordsmanship at the beginning was actually a pill cultivator!

Qin Shu bowed to Xuantian Taoist, "Isn't this disciple still waiting to help you look at the files?"

Xuantian Taoist snorted coldly, "How can you look at the files in the Hades Palace whenever you want? I will review these files myself, so go back quickly."

Hearing what he said, Qin Shu naturally bowed to him obediently.

"Disciple will leave now. If you have any news, please let me know."

Xuantian Taoist waved his hand impatiently, "I know, I know, let's go quickly!"

Until Qin Shu and Xie Shiyuan completely left the Hades Palace, Xuantian Taoist paused with the pen in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

Since they can all find the spirit body, then... will Ayang also...

As soon as this thought came up, he couldn't read a single word of the pile of files on the table.

Ayang is very powerful. He died accidentally that year. Will his spirit body also be in the ghost world?

Although the probability is relatively small, it is not completely impossible.

Taoist Xuantian pursed his lips, and finally took out a piece of paper, picked up a pen and drew Ayang's appearance on the paper.

Ayang was a friend he met 1,900 years ago, and he was a demon cultivator.

According to him, his family suffered a catastrophic disaster, and he and his wife were blessed by their ancestors and survived by chance. Finally, they broke through a gap in the small world and escaped.

He was very mysterious. He didn't know what his body was, nor did he know where the small world he was talking about was.

His appearance, like his disappearance, was very sudden.

In just one night, it was found that his soul was shattered.

He helped him build the Xuantian Sect, but after the sect could operate normally, it disappeared completely.

With memories, Taoist Xuantian drew Ayang's appearance.

If Qin Shu had left a step later, she would have seen the characters drawn by Taoist Xuantian, exactly the same as she had seen in the photos she had taken in the Kunpeng small world before.

Taoist Xuantian put this portrait together with the sixteen portraits Qin Shu had just drawn, a total of seventeen.

He called a ghost messenger, handed over these portraits together, and gave him two more instructions.

Maybe they couldn't find it, but they couldn't lose hope.

After leaving the ghost world, Qin Shu found that Xie Shiyuan was a little depressed. She didn't know if it was affected by the memories just now.

She didn't say anything, just held Xie Shiyuan's hand and flew forward.

Under the clouds under their feet was the vast sea.

After Xie Shiyuan came to his senses, he asked Qin Shu: "Where are we going?"

Qin Shu raised her hands above her eyes and looked around, "Find an island."