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Chapter 231 Identity

 Mrs. Xun quickly realized her gaffe, forced herself to calm down, and said calmly: "What Zhuge, I don't know what you are talking about. Our family has been named Xun for generations."

It's just that although she pretended to be calm, her slightly trembling fingers were still seen by Xie Wuyou.

Seeing this, Xie Wuyou sighed lightly, but he also understood that after all, it was a secret that had been hidden for many years. Even Rizhao, his own grandson, didn't know about it. Now that he, an outsider, had exposed it, it was normal for such a situation to happen.

"Old lady, you don't have to be like this. After all, you are also old friends, so I have no other intention, I'm just a little curious."

Even though Xie Wuyou said this, Xun Taijun insisted that it had nothing to do with Zhuge, and asked what evidence Xie Wuyou had for being so sure!

Although Xie Wuyou understood Mrs. Xun's mood, he didn't want to waste time with Mrs. Xun by pulling each other's back like this, so he spoke directly.

"I really don't have any evidence. I think the reason why the Zhuge family has hidden their last name all these years is to avoid their enemies, so naturally they won't leave any evidence."

When Xie Wuyou said this, Xun Taijun's expression improved a little. When Xie Wuyou said with certainty that their family was the descendant of Prime Minister Zhuge, the old lady was really worried.

The most important thing is that in addition to worrying about enemies, I also worry about the emperor in the court.

In the past few days, news of the Eight Formations has spread on the streets. The emperor sent Yang Guozhong, a treacherous minister, to take charge of the matter. Yang Guozhong took the opportunity to eliminate dissidents and deploy his own men. I don’t know how many loyal ministers were framed. If it was revealed at this time that their family was

The descendants of Prime Minister Zhuge, let alone Yang Guozhong, even the emperor in the court would not let them go.

Even though her son is loyal to the country, she knows that the emperor in the court may not always miss his old love.

Their family now only has a single seedling in Rizhao. If something happens, the Zhuge family will be extinct. Thinking of this, Taijun Xun, who was just shocked by the news that the Xuanwu Sect was destroyed, became more determined in his thoughts.

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"Since there is no evidence, please don't make false claims!"

Xie Wuyou laughed when he heard this and continued: "Although there is no evidence, Rizhao's appearance, which is the same as that of Prime Minister Zhuge, is the best proof."

Taijun Xun was stunned when he heard this, "You are joking, not to mention that the world is so big, it is not impossible for some people to have the same appearance, not to mention that Prime Minister Zhuge was a man six hundred years ago, who has seen it before?!"
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While Taijun Xun was talking, he saw Xie Wuyou looking at her with a smile, and suddenly remembered what Rizhao had just said in his mind.

When he first heard what Rizhao said, Mr. Xun didn't really believe it in his heart. Even a god like Zhuge Wuhou had to be limited by his lifespan. If there were really people in the world who could live for six hundred years, Zhuge Wuhou also had to live for six hundred years.

I won’t end up depressed, having failed to fulfill my ambition of helping the Han Dynasty.

It's just that Mr. Xun also knew Ma Yunfeng and knew that he was extremely cautious in his thoughts, especially when the Xuanwu Sect was destroyed. If there was no conclusive evidence, he would not have been like this before his death.

Yes....

Xun Taijun looked at Xie Wuyou in front of him suspiciously. No matter how she looked at it, Xie Wuyou was only in his twenties or thirties. How could he have lived for six hundred years!!!

Seeing this, Xie Wuyou thought for a while, and his whole body instantly became illusory, then he walked past the seat beside him and walked straight through it.

"This is..."

Taijun Xun's voice suddenly became louder, causing the maid to walk out from behind, "Taijun, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Mrs. Xun reacted and immediately felt that it was inappropriate to talk about these things here, so she stood up. The maid beside her supported her. The old Mrs. Xun waved her hand and said: "Liangchen, you can go about your business. I and this...

...."

The old lady thought for a while, but in the end she still couldn't think of how to address the person in front of her.

"Old lady, just call me Wuyou."

Xie Wuyou saw the tangled look on the old lady's face and immediately spoke out.

"This...how can...how can it be like this!"

"This is not the place to talk. Please explain later."

The old lady said cautiously, then took the crutches handed over by Liangchen and walked back.

Liangchen looked at the old lady with a very strange look, but she had stayed in the mansion for many years. Although the old lady did not regard her two sisters as servants, she knew that there were some things that she could not inquire about. She could only

Put your doubts to your stomach and go about your own business.

Xie Wuyou followed the old lady to a room. After Xie Wuyou walked in, the old lady carefully closed the door. Although this was her own house, she was confident that in the house, at least in the inner courtyard.

, there is no one else’s spy.

But what happened today really overturned the old lady's understanding. Therefore, even in his own home, Mr. Xun couldn't be more careful.

After closing the door, the old lady looked at Xie Wuyou and asked with a slightly trembling corner of her mouth: "Have you reached the realm of the soul?"

Xie Wuyou shook his head. Just when Taijun Xun thought he had admitted his mistake, he heard Xie Wuyou say: "That was six hundred years ago. In the past six hundred years, I have already broken through the realm of the soul in the eight formations.



Cang!

The crutch in the old lady's hand hit the ground. If she had any doubts before, but when Xie Wuyou said that he had been in the Eight Formations for the past six hundred years, Mrs. Xun no longer had any doubts.
It has been passed down through the generations of the Zhuge family that in the Eight Formations of the ancestor Zhuge Wuhou, there is an old friend of Wuhou who has cultivated the Yuanshen sealed in the eight formations. Although the name of that person has been unknown due to the wind and rain in the past six hundred years, this matter is still

It has been passed down by word of mouth.

Even Xun Taijun herself told her husband before he died, and did not even know about her dead child.

Rizhao has an unconventional personality. Over the years, the old lady has not even told her the family secrets, not to mention the secrets that have been passed down orally from generation to generation. In today's world, apart from the old lady herself, only the person involved can tell the matter.
The old lady was about to kneel down in a hurry, but Xie Wuyou quickly stopped her.

"You don't have to be like this, old lady. If you really kneel down at such an old age, how can I bear it?"

"I am only sixty or seventy years old, but my body is mortal and I am old. My ancestors have been there for six hundred years since the end of Han Dynasty. How can I not bear it?"

The old lady continued to kneel down as she spoke, but Xie Wuyou still held her arm tightly.

Although calculated in this way, compared with Xie Wuyou's six hundred years of age, the age of the old lady is indeed nothing, but Xie Wuyou spent those six hundred years in the Eight Formation Diagram, he can

I have no idea that I am already 600 years old.

Seeing Xie Wuyou's behavior, the old lady had no choice but to give up. After Xie Wuyou helped him to a chair, he asked curiously: "Why did the old lady just call me ancestor?"

When the old lady heard this, she slowly told the reason...


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