Zhang Ruochen didn't know that Lu Youcai didn't buy this semi-sacred mansion with money at all. In fact, it was originally the property of the Divine Sword Holy Land.
Walking into the bamboo forest, Zhang Ruochen walked through a quiet stone path and walked in the direction of the sound of the flute.
The clear sound of the flute suddenly stopped.
"Whoosh!"
In the forest, only the sound of flowing water and the sound of wind blowing bamboo leaves were left.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely melodious woman's voice came from the bamboo pavilion by the stream: "People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine."
That voice was both familiar and yet a little strange.
Zhang Ruochen looked towards the bamboo pavilion and saw a woman with white hair sitting with her back to him.
White hair, as white as snow.
In her hand, she held a yellowed bamboo flute and said again: "Zhang Ruochen, how did you learn about this line of poetry?"
Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened, and his heart felt as if there was a landslide and tsunami. His ears were roaring, as if there were giant bells, and the sound of thunder from the sky was ringing in his ears.
This time, Zhang Ruochen heard clearly!
It was indeed her voice.
Eight hundred years!
Eight hundred years later, there was actually a chance to see her again. The playful and playful girl she once was was... already gray-haired.
"Da da!"
Zhang Ruochen tried hard to control his emotions. His mood was extremely complicated. He walked into the bamboo pavilion step by step with heavy steps and stood opposite Kong Lanyou.
Kong Lanyou had condensed the aura on her body to the extreme, and no one could feel the power fluctuations from her body. She was like an ordinary woman, sitting there elegantly, her beautiful eyes slightly raised, staring at Zhang Ruochen.
It is simply like a beautiful picture. The woman in the picture is like a goddess above the nine heavens, elegant, leisurely, peaceful, and unconventional.
Her appearance has not changed much from that of eight hundred years ago. Her skin is fair and more delicate than a baby's skin, her lips are bright red, and her eyelashes are long and slender.
Those eyes were as dark as jade, giving people an unpredictable feeling, but they were extremely bright, as if they could see through Zhang Ruochen's soul.
Although his appearance is not old, the long green hair on his head has turned snow-white, symbolizing the loss of time.
Things are different, people are different, beauty is red and hair is white.
Zhang Ruochen was very excited, but he had to stay calm, control his emotions, and tried to look away from her, fearing that she would catch clues.
"How could it be her?"
Zhang Ruochen did not dare to recognize Kong Lanyou. He remembered that eight hundred years ago, he saw Kong Lanyou just before he was killed by Chi Yao.
How could it be such a coincidence?
Could it be that his death was jointly planned by Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou?
He had always trusted Kong Lanyou as much as he trusted Chi Yao, but... he died under Chi Yao's sword.
So, can he still trust Kong Lanyou?
Zhang Ruochen stared at the ground, clasped his hands into fists, bowed slightly, and said with a trembling voice: "Junior Zhang Ruochen, I have met my senior."
Once upon a time, Kong Lanyou had always followed him as a role model, always following him, pestering him, and getting tired of him, like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off.
But now, Zhang Ruochen does not dare to recognize her and can only regard himself as a junior.
Kong Lanyou looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, not missing any of Zhang Ruochen's subtle movements or eyes.
After a long while, she said: "Zhang Ruochen, you haven't answered my question yet, how do you know that line of poetry?"
Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, completely suppressed all his emotions, hid them deep in his heart, and said: "Is the senior interrogating the junior?"
Kong Lanyou put down the bamboo flute in his hand, his voice was a bit colder, and he said in a questioning tone: "You have never seen me before, how do you know that I am a senior? What if you and I are of the same generation?
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Zhang Ruochen said calmly: "Although this junior has a low cultivation level and cannot see through the senior's cultivation, he has seen some of the market and knows that the senior is definitely an ordinary person. Besides, a person's eyes cannot hide secrets. Senior's eyes,
Full of knowledge and learning, experienced in the vicissitudes of the world, not something young people can possess."
Kong Lanyou's eyes did not blink, staring closely at Zhang Ruochen's eyes, as if he wanted to see through Zhang Ruochen through his eyes.
After a while, she added: "When I said that line of poetry, normal people would definitely ask me how I knew that line of poetry. However, you were not surprised at all, and instead asked me. Why is this?"
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Zhang Ruochen secretly shouted, "It's awesome."
Unexpectedly, the playful little girl at the beginning has become so shrewd. Zhang Ruochen just said a word, and she caught two flaws.
Zhang Ruochen did not panic. Instead, he pretended to be confused and said, "Didn't I already say this poem when I was in the Holy Sword Holy Land? Isn't the senior from the Holy Sword Holy Land?"
Kong Lanyou frowned, feeling as if he was punching cotton, but Zhang Ruochen dodged all the force.
"Does he really think that I am from the Holy Sword Holy Land, or is he pretending to be like this on purpose?"
Kong Lanyou was a little confused, so he sat back down and asked for the third time: "Where did you get that line of poetry?"
Zhang Ruochen said: "This is a secret, please forgive me for not being able to tell it."
"What if I have to force you to tell me?"
Kong Lanyou's eyes became strong and gave off a cold glow.
An invisible aura erupted from her body, rushing towards Zhang Ruochen like a tsunami.
She controlled her power very skillfully. Although her aura seemed very strong, it was within Zhang Ruochen's ability to bear.
Zhang Ruochen remained calm, "I think you shouldn't do this. Even if you force me, it won't have any effect."
"Yeah?"
Kong Lanyou smiled slightly and raised a slender arm as white as jade. Suddenly, the surrounding aura turned into streams of aura and converged towards her palm, condensing into a spherical cyclone.
A simple low-level human-level martial skill, the Whirling Palm, turned out to be extremely sophisticated and unpredictable under her stimulation, and seemed to be even more powerful than the ghost-level martial arts.
"Zhang Ruochen is a guest of our Yinkong Mercenary Group. If you attack him, don't blame me for being rude."
Nie Honglou was responsible for protecting Zhang Ruochen's safety, and of course he would not stand idly by. He immediately took a step forward, flew up, and spread his hands like a roc spreading its wings.
Flames burst out of his hands, and he spun his arms in a circle, condensing a huge fireball and hitting Kong Lanyou.
Kong Lanyou snorted coldly and waved his arm lightly.
The spherical cyclone held in the palm of his hand flew out, lifting the fireball and Nie Honglou away at the same time.
With a bang, the fireball disappeared and turned into wisps of smoke.
Nie Honglou fell ten feet away, and his body fell to the ground like a bamboo leaf.
Nie Honglou touched his chest and found that he was not injured at all. He was just pushed away by the opponent's palm, that's all.
It was precisely this that made Nie Honglou even more frightened.
You must know that he is the sixth fish-dragon transformation, and the power he bursts out is so powerful. Even a strong man like Yinyue Linkong can repel him, but after he is repeled, it is impossible to be like now.
So intact, not even a trace of pain.
It can be seen from this that the cultivation level of this white-haired woman is still above the silver moon in the sky, and her control of power has reached an exquisite level.
Could it be that...she is a semi-saint?
Nie Honglou was horrified and did not dare to take action anymore.
If the other party was really hostile, just that slap could turn him and Zhang Ruochen into ashes.
Zhang Ruochen remained calm, glanced at Kong Lanyou, and said, "Even if you force me, it won't have any effect. Everyone should have some secrets, right?"
"I won't force you."
Kong Lanyou retracted the aura he exuded and said: "To be honest, I am quite curious about you, and I checked everything about you. Before you were sixteen, you were so weak and sick that you couldn't even activate the divine mark."
"After you were sixteen years old, you opened the mark of Shenwu. In just three or four years, you grew from a thin boy who was bedridden all year round to a young king who was famous in the Eastern Region. When you were sixteen years old,
What exactly have you been through?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Isn't it true that everyone is telling me that that year, I was accepted as a disciple by the Golden Dragon and became the successor of the Buddha Emperor, so my cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and I became a dragon among men."
"I do not believe."
Kong Lanyou shook his head and said: "According to the information I got, when you got the Dragon Ball, you had already reached the perfection level of the Earth's End Realm, and you were a genius student of Wushi Academy. Moreover, you were in the Sixteenth Century
When I was 18, what I practiced was not Buddhist martial arts, but the low-level spiritual-level Tianxin Sword Technique. I really want to know, how do you know Tianxin Sword Technique?"
Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Your information is really detailed. Is it worth it to spend so much energy investigating a junior like me with my senior's cultivation?"
"It's worth it! Why isn't it worth it? Let alone now, even if it takes me another eight hundred years, it will still be worth it, as long as there is a result." Kong Lanyou's eyes were blurred and covered with a layer of mist.
Zhang Ruochen felt a pain in his heart. If he hadn't worked hard to restrain himself, he would have rushed up to tell her that he was the person she was looking for, his relative from eight hundred years ago, and perhaps his only relative.