The crowd parted, and an old man and a young man slowly walked out from the crowd under the stands.
The old man's waist was slightly bent, his face was wrinkled like a dried orange, his eyes were closed tightly, he was wearing a large dark robe, and he was holding a shiny wooden cane in his hand.
Beside him, a little girl wearing a bright red dress carefully held his arm.
The little girl is about ten years old. She has red lips and white teeth. Under her long eyebrows, she has a pair of eyes as blue as the sea. She does not wear a bun like the girl from the Central Plains, but has her long hair braided into several braids and spread over her shoulders.
, the clothes on the body are also very different from those in the Central Plains, with beautiful patterns embroidered with golden silk thread, and there are several strings of bells strung on the wrists, which make a crisp sound when walking.
Seeing these two people slowly walking up the steps, several leaders showed a somewhat strange expression.
"Who is this person?" Yun Chu asked softly to Shangguan Wuji beside him.
Although the old man was blind, the temperament he exuded made her instinctively smell a bit of danger in her heart.
Not only Yunchu, but also Xiaobai on the side once again showed a cautious attitude.
"If I admit my mistake correctly, these two should be from Tianshan!"
On the side, Ning Ziyu said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Fengchu, who was standing on the other side of the high platform, already smiled and said, "Mr. Old Ghost has also come to the Central Plains!"
The old man who walked to the high platform stopped, with a thin smile on his withered face, "I didn't expect that young people like you would actually recognize me, an old guy whose body is half buried in the loess!"
"Could he be the old ghost from Tianshan?" Shangguan Wuji's voice was filled with endless surprise.
Tianshan Old Ghost, once ranked third on the martial arts list, second only to the Shaolin Abbot and the Wudang Immortal. Twenty years ago, at the Lingshan Martial Arts Conference, he was blinded in one eye by the sword of Feng Lingxiao, who was still an unknown junior at the time.
He disappeared from sight, but he never expected that twenty years later, he would reappear.
"How could the world have forgotten the old ghost of Tianshan who was once the Wubao Tanhua?" Shen Fengchu laughed lazily, "I'm just a little curious. Twenty years ago, you should have only lost one eye in Lingshan. You are like this
Who blinded the other eye?"
The old ghost from Tianshan instinctively tightened his hand on the crutch, but his tone was still so calm that no emotion could be heard, "Back then, after I was defeated by Lingshan, I made a vow when I returned to Tianshan. If I can't defeat Feng Lingxiao in this life,
, I would never see the sun again, so I would cover my eyes with something. Later, if I found it troublesome, I would just poke it out and forget it!"
The hoarse and low voice made people feel an inexplicable chill down their backs.
How decisive and cruel it must be to stab one's own eyes out.
"I came back to the Central Plains this time just because I wanted to fight Feng Lingxiao again, but I didn't expect that guy has disappeared for many years!" The old ghost from Tianshan raised his face and "looked" in the direction of Shen Fengchu, "Since I have come to the Central Plains
, naturally this trip can’t be in vain. I just heard you draw your sword at a speed that is not inferior to Feng Lingxiao, which made me a little interested. Kid, what’s your name?”
"Don't ask me, but they all like to call me 'The Guest in Red'!" Shen Fengchu said with a smile.
"Don't ask me? Ha..." The old ghost from Tianshan laughed dryly, "Okay, then I won't ask, just draw your sword!"
The old ghost from Tianshan raised his hand gently, and the little girl in red who had been holding his arm immediately stepped aside far away.