Although the other party was wearing a facial mask and couldn't see his face clearly, she still recognized the other party's figure at a glance.

Shock filled his eyes, which turned into disbelief.

The lord walked into the small courtyard and looked at her quietly, his face was covered up, so he couldn't see his expression clearly, but there seemed to be a smile in those eyes.

"Taishan?" The woman's voice trembled.

The lord raised his hand, took off his facial makeup, revealed an ordinary face, and smiled at the woman: "Senior Sister Qiu, it's been a long time!"

In the entire Danxin Sect, there are not many women surnamed Qiu, and there is only one who can live in this place and has a cultivation level of the Divine Sea Realm.

Elder Qiu Min!

Few of the monks of this generation have heard of her name, because she has been living in seclusion for decades, and has never left the Danxin Gate. Even inside the Danxin Gate, the sense of existence is extremely weak, and some disciples don't even know it. There is such an elder in his own sect.

But the older generation of monks are familiar with her name.

It's not that she has done any major event that shocked the world, but the main reason is that she once married an incredible man and gave birth to a daughter for that man.

That man's name is Feng Wujiang!

Qiu Min is Feng Wujiang's legacy, and also Feng Yuechan's biological mother.

Seeing Taishan suddenly after decades, Qiu Min couldn't believe her eyes. She stared blankly at the familiar face in front of her. After decades, the other person's appearance didn't seem to have changed at all, but her temperament was a little bit different. Some changes have become more restrained, and there are more mysteries that are difficult to see through.

I still remember that among the many brothers around Feng Wujiang, Taishan is the most active one, and also the one who admires Feng Wujiang the most.

It took a long time before she opened her mouth: "But...you already..."

"Is it dead?" Tai Shan smiled slightly, "Senior Sister has never seen my dead body, how can I be sure that I am dead?"

"Your mark has clearly dissipated." Qiu Min frowned.

It is very simple to judge a person's life and death. If the imprint is still there, the person is alive. If the imprint disappears, the person is dead.

Qiu Min naturally bears the imprint of Taishan, after all, they were very familiar with each other decades ago.

But that imprint dissipated after the battle decades ago, so she was sure that Taishan was dead.

However, at this moment, Taishan, who was supposed to be dead for decades, actually appeared in front of her alive again, which brought her a great psychological shock.

Suddenly, Qiu Min suddenly realized: "You erased your mark on the battlefield?"

There is only one possibility other than death. The mark on the battlefield is wiped out. This kind of thing is very difficult to do. Even if a monk makes some mistakes and is expelled from the sect, what he loses is only the sect The identity of the disciple and the mark on the battlefield will still remain. After all, this is a gift from heaven.

But it is difficult to do it, which does not mean it is impossible, especially Taishan has followed Feng Wujiang for many years, and Feng Wujiang has shown them many wonderful methods that are rare for ordinary people.

"Senior sister is still so smart." Tai Shan smiled slightly, admitting it, "Won't senior sister invite me to sit down?"

Only then did Qiu Min come to his senses, and hurriedly invited him.

"It's still the same here, it hasn't changed from before." Taishan turned his head to look around, and while speaking, met Qiu Min's anxious gaze, knowing what she was thinking, he shook his head slowly: "Brother Wujiang has indeed died in battle. Yes, the bones were buried with my own hands."

The Qi Yi in Qiu Min's eyes disappeared instantly...

On the Lingfeng Peak, in the small courtyard, the light in Qiu Min's eyes dimmed again. Originally, when she saw Taishan "resurrected from death", she still held some hope in her heart, wondering if Feng Wujiang was like Taishan, erasing herself The battlefield imprint of the battle has been hiding somewhere for so many years and has not shown up.

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