Wu Chong, who had finished his warm-up, did not stay in the spirit world anymore. After wasting so much time along the way, it was time to go back to Daqi to see how Lianxing and the others were doing now.
Thinking of this, Wu Chong closed his eyes.
A layer of ripples like water ripples spread out, and the figure faded little by little, slowly retreating from the material world.
When he opened his eyes again, Wu Chong found that he had returned to the material world.
This was the previous boundary of the Hundred Kingdoms Plain.
Looking at the surrounding landscape that finally gave me some impression, my mood suddenly improved.
"Daqi seems to be in this direction."
After a brief identification, Wu Chong flew up and turned into a stream of light and flew towards the area where Daqi was.
Soon, the daughter country that once had some influence appeared below his sight. Everything seemed to be the same as yesterday. Wu Chong, who had been away from home for a long time, did not stay too long, but flew over the capital of Daqi in one breath.
, fell to the boundary of his Jinghai City.
This time, because he had been away from home for too long, Wu Chong felt something was wrong as soon as he landed.
All the human skin puppets that once spread throughout Jinghai City have lost contact. Over hundreds of years, those puppets have long lost their energy and decayed into debris. It can be imagined that when the puppet group failed at that time, it brought a lot of trouble to Jinghai City.
What a big change, but fortunately that stage has passed, and now Jinghai City has regained its prosperity.
Because there is no human skin puppet to convey information, Wu Chong now does not know what Jinghaicheng has developed into.
I only took a cursory glance at the sky above, but I couldn't see the details.
When I came back, it was already evening.
After briefly identifying the location, Wu Chong discovered that his mansion was still there.
For hundreds of years, nothing has changed.
Someone should have helped him maintain it while he was away. Thinking of this, he flew back to his yard as before. In the past, he did this every time he came back. Every day until the next morning, he opened the door.
Disciple Yan Shijiu who came in to clean up would be shocked.
Only this time, he was discovered as soon as he landed, and an old voice suddenly sounded.
"who!"
In the darkness, hunched bodies shouted loudly at Wu Chong who fell in the yard.
Wu Chong stopped, a little surprised.
He glanced back.
With his current strength, how could the mere darkness block his sight? However, when he saw this old man, he was slightly stunned.
The other party may have sensed that something was wrong, so the speed of his feet increased a bit, and he gradually walked to a place where the firelight could shine.
It was an old face whose outline was somewhat familiar, but completely unfamiliar.
"Old...teacher?"
The old face looked at Wu Chong, who had hardly changed in front of him, and shouted with a hoarse voice and a trembling voice.
The long-lost Fengchen memory revived in his mind.
He finally saw his long-lost teacher again, just as he had been hundreds of years ago, without any change.
It's just that I'm old.
"Nineteen, long time no see." Wu Chong looked a little sad. He basically didn't take care of this cheap apprentice since he joined the family. Hundreds of years passed, and the once high-spirited young swordsman has now become an old man.
He just sensed that Yan Jiu's strength was still at the Golden Core stage.
Normally speaking, the lifespan of the golden elixir stage is about the same now. Not everyone practices immortal magic like him, and the longevity is exaggerated to the point of abnormality.
Birth, old age, illness and death are normal.
If he was a martial artist, he might have died earlier. The descendants of the old people who followed him in the first twenty-eight states are all gone now.
"Disciple, I finally see you again."
Yan Shijiu knelt down with excitement. He was really almost desperate.
For hundreds of years, he thought that he would never see his teacher again in this life. Perhaps from Wu Chong's perspective, Yan Shijiu was a cheap apprentice, but from Yan Shijiu's perspective, Wu Chong changed him
A noble person in life.
Without Wu Chong, he would have died long ago.
For an ordinary swordsman, the most likely fate is to die in a duel. It was Wu Chong who opened his horizons, allowing him to see a broader world, practice immortal magic, and create a huge family.
To this day, the first family in Jinghaicheng was founded by the descendants of Yan Shijiu.
"I didn't expect you to be so old."
With a thought from Wu Chong, a force washed away Yan Jiu's essence from top to bottom.
"My disciple is getting old, but I have been helping you guard the legacy you left behind."
Yan Shijiu was very excited. He was like a child trying to prove himself to his father. In the years since Daqi integrated into the world of Shimo, many people have left, but he has always stayed here. It is not because he has nowhere to go.
, but he feels that Jinghaicheng is the foundation laid by the teacher and is the teacher’s home.
"Foundation..."
Looking at this disciple, Wu Chong felt for the first time that he was somewhat incompetent as a master.
"Grandpa, what happened?"
There was a loud noise outside, and some young people rushed in with weapons. But after seeing the scene in the courtyard, everyone stopped, and the young man in the lead looked at the courtyard in disbelief.
Grandpa kneeling.
In his impression, his grandfather was so proud.
During the most chaotic years in Jinghai City, he single-handedly suppressed all the turmoil, led the frightened people of Jinghai City out of the darkness, and reestablished order.
In the eyes of the younger generation in Jinghaicheng, Yan Shijiu is a god-like existence.
This is the belief of many of them.
But now, this old man with the same belief is kneeling in front of a strange young man.
The other party's appearance looked so ordinary.
"Everyone get out!"
Yan Jiu turned around and scolded him sternly.
"Have you forgotten what I said? No one is allowed to enter this place!"
The young man who had never seen such an expression on Yan Shijiu saw this and immediately led the others to retreat. Before leaving, he even glanced at Wu Chong curiously.
'Is this person the master that my grandfather has always missed?'
Wu Chong smiled.
The moment these people broke in, he had already seen through them. Their bloodline was similar to that of Yan Jiu, so they should be his descendants.
"It makes the teacher laugh. A hundred years ago, the disciple thought that he could not wait for the teacher to come back, so he married a wife and had children, and then he had these descendants. The disciple's original plan was to pass on the task of guarding Jinghai City to these descendants.
For future generations, I hope they can help the disciples protect Jinghaicheng and wait for the teacher to come back..."
Yan Jiu said with some embarrassment.
Wu Chong sighed and waved his hand to help Yan Shijiu up.
"I remember that I seemed to have two disciples..." He was a teacher, and he didn't even remember the names of his disciples.