Since Xuan Ying dares to come to Cangyun Mountain, he will not be afraid of those old guys from the Cangyun Sect who live in seclusion in the bamboo forest behind the ancestral hall, nor will he be afraid of the leader of the Cangyun Sect, Yu Jizi. Perhaps he cannot resist it with his own strength.
She could withstand the joint attack of these people, but if she wanted to leave, she was confident that no force in the world could stop her.
She did not leave the ancestral hall, but stared at the old man in front of her with cold eyes.
Suddenly she felt surprised again. This was her third surprise tonight, and it was indeed rare.
The first surprise tonight was that she didn't realize that there was an old man in the ancestral hall. The second time was that the old man directly revealed that she and Yao Xiaoyu and Xuan Zhenzi were close friends.
And this third time she was surprised, it was even more incredible. She didn't even know whether the old man in front of her was a man or a woman.
It is said that the old man's face is not too haggard, his wrinkles are not as deep as Yun Yazi's, and his appearance is not as old as Yun Yazi's. But why is his face so weird? Not only can't he tell whether he is a man or a woman, but he is even rickety.
I can't even see my body.
The old man successfully attracted Xuan Ying's attention. Xuan Ying thought that the old man must be a cultivator with high magical power, so she turned her right hand into a claw and grabbed the old man's throat like lightning.
It goes without saying how fast Xuan Ying was. There was almost no gap. Xuan Ying's hand clasped the old man's throat. It was strange. Xuan Ying felt that the mysterious old man in front of him must be a peerless master.
With her resistance and avoidance, he could easily grab her throat. As long as he was injured and applied a little force, he could break the old man's neck.
Cultivators are also human beings. Ordinary cultivators will die if their necks are twisted. Those cultivators who have reached the realm of Yuanshen will not die if their necks are twisted, but they will definitely lose their fighting power.
The old man's cloudy eyes looked at Xuan Ying calmly, as if he had no idea that his life would be lost in an instant.
Xuan Ying said word for word: "Why don't you fight back? Since you can recognize me and know some of my past events, you must not be an ordinary person. How can you not even dodge one of my moves?"
The old man said hoarsely: "I just said, I am just an old servant who guards the ancestral hall. If you want to kill me, please do so. I have lived enough and I have wanted to die for a long time, but I can't die. If I can die in the world,
Even the subordinates of the last god Xuan Ying will not live their lives in vain."
Xuan Ying's hand gradually loosened and retracted. She originally wanted to come to Cangyunmen's ancestral hall to worship Xuan Zhenzi. Unexpectedly, when she arrived here tonight, she was shocked. What happened was something she had never expected.
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Of course she would not kill a helpless old man. As a god, she still has this pride.
In the past thousands of years, she has actually not killed many people. The people she killed were all cultivators who wanted to kill her. However, it is true that she often absorbs the power of Yin spirits and ghosts.
She said: "Your experience and experience are probably not surpassed by many in this world. I have a familiar feeling about you. Have we met before?"
The old man smiled hoarsely and said: "I am just an old servant of Cangyun Sect. How could you have seen me? You have lived for too long and have seen too many people, so you must have this illusion."
Xuan Ying said: "Don't you know your surname?"
The old man hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't dare to take it seriously. No one has called my name for a long time. Let me think about it. By the way, my previous name seemed to be Jiang Shuiyou."
"River tour?"
Xuan Ying softly recited these three words in her mouth. She had never heard of such a master of cultivation appearing in the world before. This was the first time she heard this name tonight.
Xuan Ying finally left, and before leaving, he placed three sticks of incense on Xuan Zhenzi's spiritual place.
The old man walked her to the door of the ancestral hall. Looking at the stream of light disappearing into the night, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly became brighter, like the brightest stars in the sky.
After standing for a long time, the old man slowly turned around and walked into the ancestral hall. No movement was seen on his part. The huge nanmu door was pushed by a mysterious force and slowly closed.
The old man walked to the magic table and looked at the three fine Zen incense sticks that Xuan Ying had inserted in the incense burner. At this moment, almost half of the three sticks were burned, and only a little was left. Light green smoke rose upwards in circles.
, and then gradually disappear.
The old man's eyes slowly looked up along the rising green smoke. Facing the huge divine case were the spiritual tablets of the past heads of the Cangyun Sect, starting from the first generation head Cangyunzi, all the way to the spiritual tablets of the previous generation.
, there are more than thirty in total.
However, the old man's eyes stayed on the third spiritual tablet, and he wrote: The spiritual tablet of Xuan Zhenzi, the third generation head of Cangyun.
Early the next morning, after simply eating the breakfast brought by the Gulu Bird, Ye Xiaochuan carried Wangcai and flew from Siguo Cliff toward the valley. It was impossible not to eat. This Gulu Bird was the spy of Sun Yao of the Discipline Academy.
, if this flat-haired beast finds out that he is no longer thinking about Guoya, he will definitely go back and tell Sun Yao.
The Gulu Bird has the responsibility of delivering meals every day, but it also has the responsibility of monitoring. No matter where he goes, Ye Xiaochuan must return to Siguo Cliff before the meals are delivered every morning and evening. After the Gulu Bird grabs the food box and flies away,
Only then could he safely leave Siguoya and go play outside.
He came to see Grandpa Monkey King today just to ask about the strange bronze sword. Maybe the old monkey knew the origin of that sword.
The result was very disappointing. I didn't find Xiaotu when I came to the Ancient Sacred Tree. There were also a lot less gray-haired monkeys that were all over the mountains and plains before. There were only some female monkeys carrying young monkeys on their backs and jumping up and down on the tree trunks. They didn't know how big it was.
In the cold weather, where did Xiaotu go to play with his hozens?
Not finding Xiaotu, Ye Xiaochuan was very depressed. He packed all the peach fruits that could be seen in Xiaotu's tree hole into the Qiankun bag and took them away to compensate for the psychological trauma he suffered from a wasted trip.
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After packing up the loot and preparing to go back, Ye Xiaochuan looked up at the ancient sacred tree in front of him, wanting to see how tall the tree was, so Yukong flew straight up along the trunk.
This little sapling did not disappoint him. It flew several hundred feet in the air. The trunk was still thick and edgeless. It would take at least a hundred or ten people to hug it.
Ye Xiaochuan was extremely surprised and thought that if he had the chance, he must go to Death Lake to see the ancient sacred tree where the yellow bird lived. According to Baili Yuan, the tree in Death Lake was more than ten times bigger than this one.
Just when Ye Xiaochuan was sighing at the majesty of this tree, Wangcai on his shoulders seemed to feel something and suddenly started to squeak.
Ye Xiaochuan stopped and took a look at Wangcai, only to see Wangcai's wings pointing at a dark tree hole. The tree hole was covered with green vines. If you didn't look carefully, it would be hard to find anything in this place.
