An Qingli contacted An Shaoyi through Yuan Guangshu.
An Shaoyi was delayed for thousands of years, and he devoted a lot of his attention to learning from the imperial master. His cultivation level was still in the late stage of Daluo Jinxian.
"Qingli, what's going on?" An Shaoyi was in a room full of runes, and there were many divination objects on the table in front of him.
An Qingli said across the Yuan Guang Mirror: "There is a guardian who says he is the ancestor of my ancestor. Please help confirm it."
An Shaoyi said: "Is there any? I don't know about this."
He was forced to stay in the Holy Demon Kingdom without knowing many things.
What's more, part of the An family is in the Qian Empire, and some of the An family is in the Holy Demon Kingdom, or some other country. They have been living together for tens of thousands of years, and they just have the same surname, so there is no friendship.
An Qingli looked at the guard.
The guardian said loudly: "An Shaoyi, you unfilial grandson, I am your third uncle, do you still remember?"
Third uncle?
An Qingli thought for a moment, if he really was the third uncle of Shaoyi ancestor, then he was Baichang ancestor whom the An family worshiped.
That is, the ancestor whose talent and qualifications were average among those who ascended, but whose luck was top-notch. By chance, he went to another world, picked up the "Eight Wastelands Nether Art", and got married and had children in the other world.
An Qingli can rely on the Netherworld Fire, thanks to the ancestor Baichang.
An Shaoyi said: "It doesn't sound like it when you hear it. Show your face and let me see."
Because he and An Qingli were both prominent in recent years, there were many people involved in various relationships.
And some of them have nothing to do with them at all, and they even have his last name, and they are licking their faces to ask for benefits.
Too disturbing.
An Qingli's bodyguard's skin was as old as tree bark, and his true appearance could not be seen.
Moreover, the defender was injured inside, and his bone age could not be determined accurately, so it was difficult to confirm his identity.
The defenders of the border are not allowed to leave the border even half an inch, and cannot reach the Yuan Guang Mirror.
An Qingli was not allowed to enter the Immortal Sect without permission, so An Qingli had no choice but to inform An Shaoyi about the situation of the defenders.
The next moment, An Shaoyi's Dharma form stepped out of the Yuan Guang Mirror and came to An Qingli's side with a sense of elegance.
An Qingli and An Shaoyi looked at the person who was suspected to be the ancestor of Baichang together.
"Hey, Xiao Liuzi has made his mark." The guardian subconsciously blocked the iron chain on his feet, but with an ugly smile on his face, "The Dharma's appearance can come through the mirror."
An Shaoyi looked at the man carefully for a moment, then sighed and said, "The mouth is harder than the bones. It's my third uncle for sure."
"Ancestor Baichang?" An Qingli confirmed again.
"It's me." The guardian said with a twitching face, "The ancestor of your ancestors, the ancestors of your ancestors."
An Qingli was in a complicated mood. He bowed his hands to the suffering ancestor and said, "I dare to ask, ancestor, what crime did you suffer, and why did you end up like this?"
Patriarch Baichang pulled at the loose flesh on his body and said calmly: "I have a hard head. I went to a cursed place and came back with my life. This is what I look like. The sect doesn't allow me to break the rules, so just I am punished to guard the territory here for 100,000 years. I have already guarded it for 1,300 years, and there are still 98,700 years left."
An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, and he reluctantly gave the Baichang Patriarch a thumbs up.
It's really tough to go into a cursed place even though you know it is.
It is impossible to say that the real gods live in that cursed place.
Patriarch Baichang made his old face angry again.
The next moment, An Shaoyi's true body appeared, and he and An Qingli crossed the junction and went to Patriarch Baichang.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
An Shaoyi sighed.
An Qingli also looked at this ancestor who relied on his luck to do whatever he wanted.
But speaking of it, An Qingli was also a bit messy, but An Qingli would not be too bold to rush into the cursed land without any means to deal with it.
Three people named An gathered together.
An Qingli and An Shaoyi, one on the left and the other on the right, each held one of the defender's wrists and ran the high-level "Rejuvenation Technique of All Things" to restore his injuries.
This is probably the first time that such high-level service has appeared. Even Queyao Danzun and the Supreme Emperor are served by An Shaoyi alone every time.
However, this kind of curse wound is extremely difficult to remove. What the two juniors can do now is to let the other party recover more energy.
Bi Fangniao flapped his wings and asked, "Soothsayer, can you enter and exit Qian Empire freely?"
An Shaoyi said: "Go to Shendan Mansion from time to time to take care of Queyao Alchemy Master, so you have this privilege."
Bi Fangniao asked again: "Guardian, are you impatient with life and don't think you have had enough, so you go to the cursed land?"
Patriarch Baichang said: "Those unknown places tempt me all the time, and they are the ones who make the first move."
An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly again, and he suddenly thought of his master Mu Sheng who had refined the Ascension Pill in advance, and who was also the first to use the pill.
Also, Queyao Danzun, who knew that his health was going downhill and still wanted to refine the divine elixir, was also the one who took the divine elixir first.
They are all idiots.
An Shaoyi grabbed a piece of ancestor Baichang's loose skin and pulled hard.
The loose skin has been torn into a long piece, similar to torn noodles.
An Qingli glanced at An Shaoyi, the filial ancestor Shaoyi.
An Shaoyi smiled indifferently and said: "When he was in the lower realm, he was old and disrespectful, so he pulled my legs and arms like this."
Moreover, there was no child in the An family at that time who had not been picked up by his legs or arms. This old guy was a nightmare for the children in the An family at that time.
Ancestor Baichang shook his loose face and said, "I don't want to see how old and arrogant my grandson is, so I just want to tease him."
As he spoke, he reached out and twisted An Shaoyi's grease-like skin.
An Shaoyi already has outstanding facial features, and he also practices "The Art of Rejuvenation of All Things", so his beauty naturally needs no elaboration.
This is a man who seems to have a cleaner temperament than the best. No wonder he has also attracted an interracial love.
An Qingli took one look at the stunningly beautiful An Shaoyi, then looked at the flabby An Baichang, and was filled with sighs.
Little Pegasus, who had not talked about other people's luck for a long time, suddenly said: "Master, your ancestor is indeed lucky. If you survive in the cursed land, you and An Shaoyi will be able to meet again. It seems that it's time to Good luck to him."
"Huh?" An Qingli groaned, and suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Patriarch Baichang stood up, shook his body and asked in a refreshing tone.
I have to say that the healing skills of his two younger members of the An family are truly wonderful and cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars.
All the cold bones in my body felt like they had been exposed to the warm sun, so comfortable.
I haven’t felt this comfortable in years!
An Qingli smiled and said: "I wonder, ancestor, if you can take a temporary leave from your errand. I happen to be free and will take you to meet these two idiots."
"Idiot?" An Baichang wore iron chains on his feet and jumped up and down happily for a few steps.
"Yes, idiot." An Qingli said, "Idiot who can't control his hands and heart and doesn't care about his life."