According to Zhu Tianyuan's understanding of Ji Tiandao, Ji Laomo would not have let his son go.

Even the chance to meet is not going to be... The Mo Tian Pavilion has a rule, and he also knows that once he enters the Mo Tian Pavilion, he will cut off the past.

Therefore, the Tianyuanzi came up with this worst strategy and wanted to kill first and then report.

He didn't expect that Luzhou would let Zhu Hong make his own decision.

...

Lu Zhou leaned sideways with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.

Half of the sky in Shendu was dyed red by the glow of the sun, which was extremely beautiful.

Teaching disciples is a long and long task.

And he is destined to be different from Ji Tiandao in this regard.

Zhu Hong thought about it, turned sideways, and kowtowed to Zhu Tianyuan.

Bang!

This kowtow... Even though Zhu Tianyuan's face was as thick as a city wall, his emotions surged for a moment, and it was a little difficult to suppress.

After three sounds.

Zhu Hong said, "Please forgive me for not being able to go back with you... Master raised me and passed on my cultivation. How could I abandon him and leave?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Tianyuan sighed.

Jiang Pu and others shook their heads with regret.

"Young Master, if you don't go back, this ancient holy religion will fall into the hands of others!" Jiang Pu sighed.

Zhu Tianyuan raised his hand, interrupted Jiang Pu's words, and said:

"I respect your choice."

The grace of raising one's parents is greater than that of heaven... Although it is somewhat unexpected, it is reasonable.

Zhu Hong said together:

"I have no interest in the Ancient Holy Church and don't want to be a saint..."

Zhu Tianyuan sighed again and said, "Forget it... I am satisfied to see you today."

[Ding, train all the floods and obtain 500 merit values.]

Luzhou did not expect that this would also reward merit value, but just did things based on his own heart.

But the effect is also obvious.

This evil disciple has no words and is sincere in his heart.

It’s not in vain that I’m teaching you well.

Luzhou looked up at the sky and said, "Old Eighth."

Zhu Hong and his friends quickly got up and followed.

In just a moment of kung fu... Zhu Tianyuan swept away his previous loss and said with a shameless face: "Son, can you call me Dad before leaving?"

“…”

Call it dad?

To be honest, at the moment when he kowtowed just now, Zhu Honggong really had the urge to call him father.

But now seeing Zhu Tianyuan looks like this, he suddenly lost his thoughts... he even felt awkward!

Immediately, my whole body shrank and followed Luzhou out of the courtyard.

"Great send to Senior Ji!"

"Young Master!"

After the two left.

Zhu Tianyuan said in a loss: "Oh... I am really a failure in being a human being!"

Jiang Pu knelt down and said, "It's my subordinates who are incompetent!"

"Okay... This is Old Demon Ji. Do you think you can really beat him?" Zhu Tianyuan gave him a blank look.

"This..." Jiang Pu's face turned red.

"After all, he is the Nine-Year-Old Ye. If he had acted ruthlessly, you would have died long ago and could still stand here alive? But I didn't expect that his temper seemed to have changed a lot." Zhu Tianyuan said.

"If there is no Young Master inheritance, would you really have to watch the Ancient Holy Sect fall into the hands of others?" Jiang Pu said.

"The Ancient Holy Sect has long been retreating and lonely... It's gone. I'm already very comforted to see my son live well."

"What should I do next?"

"Of course I stay... I can't hear a word of dad, how could I be willing to leave... A little brat, a ungrateful wolf!" Zhu Tianyuan said angrily.

“…”

...

Return to Taisho Palace.

Zhu Hong followed behind honestly without saying a word.

Luzhou didn't even care about his thoughts, and he was thinking about the transcripts along the way.

Until you sit cross-legged.

When the Hongs saw that the master was thinking about things, they did not dare to disturb him.

Turning back, he saw the third senior brother Duanmusheng passing by the Dazheng Palace, and quickly bowed and said, "I'll go find the third senior brother to receive the punishment."

Luzhou opened the transcript and seemed to have not heard it.

All the floods consciously left the Taizheng Palace.

"Senior Brother..."

"What to do?"

"Please beat me up with the third brother!" Zhu Hong bowed and asked.

Duanmu Sheng frowned:

"I don't have this perverted habit."

"...I didn't mean that. I made a mistake and should be blamed. The master is busy with his affairs. The third senior brother is the oldest. It's best for me to be punished by the third senior brother... I'm going to beat him hard, don't be polite." Zhu Hong pointed to the back.

Duanmu Sheng said with complicated eyes: "Nervous..."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the uninhabited square. Not long after he walked far, Zhu Honggong sighed: "Although the third senior brother is a little silly, it is really good to me."

"Um?"

Duanmu Sheng turned around and said, "Old Ba, come here."

"What?" Zhu Hong was puzzled.

Seeing that he was still, Duanmu Sheng returned to him, lifted him up, and kicked him hard towards his butt. Even though Zhu Hong weighed hundreds of pounds, he could not withstand Duanmu Sheng's power and immediately kicked a parabola.

A scream resounded in front of the Dazheng Palace Hall...

"Senior brother will meet your requirements. Just try the gun technique I just practiced!"

"ah--"

...

In the Taizheng Palace.

Luzhou turned the transcripts to the place I saw before. Although the handwriting was blurry, most of them could be clearly seen--

"It is not possible to prove the exact problem of the Golden Lotus here...but who would like to listen to me and try it?"

Next page.

"People's hearts are unpredictable. I must have free control of my power and have enough self-protection ability... I can feel that some practitioners have become greedy and want to take away those techniques."

"Some of the exercises are too profound, but I still memorized them. Who is the one who created these exercises?"

Read here.

Luzhou felt strange. The martial arts of a woman surnamed Luo were not brought from her hometown? Where did her martial arts come from? The transcripts did not record the source of the martial arts, so I could only guess it.

The next dozens of pages are mood records and have no practical reference significance.

By the most part, Luzhou saw something new—

"After a long period of research, it has been confirmed that the golden lotus will absorb life span...the red lotus will not."

"Feng Ke, the eight-leafed 600-year-old man in Mobei, failed to attack Nine Leaves and died, four hundred years are not enough."

"Xie Han, the four hundred years old eight-leafed leaves in Yangzhou, failed to hit the nine-leafed leaves, and died, six hundred years are not enough."

"Han Song, a three hundred-year-old eight-leafed person in Liangzhou, failed to attack the nine-leafed person and died, and seven hundred years were not enough."

...

When Luzhou saw this, he understood why Zhu Tianyuan called her a legend. These eight-leaf powerhouses were all famous figures in history. Unexpectedly, they were just part of the experiments and research in her transcripts.

Three full pages are all records of impact failure.

Keep a record of death to the youngest century.

"The genius of the Great Yan Qingzhou, a 100-year-old eight-leaf Mo Jiangnan, failed to hit the Nine Leaves and did not die, but lost his life span of nearly nine hundred years."

"Can't... people in this world really have no way to reach Jiuye? Maybe, I should go to the western alien race to see it."

There are some records in the middle of the bad mood.

"One day, I will find the answer, and the exploration will not stop...Don't give up!"
Chapter completed!