After hearing Bai Mo's words, the old housekeeper glanced at the sword in the other man's hand with some confusion, and immediately discovered the clue.
This seems to be Shonai’s inherited sword that has been lost for hundreds of years!
As an old man who has served in the villa for decades, Old Man Ning knows all the history involved. This inherited item that disappeared with a certain owner of the villa along with his sword is known to everyone among historians.
Just because of the disappearance of this line of inheritance, the family lost its most powerful lineage, and had to strategically shrink for nearly two hundred years before gradually recovering.
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Since Bai Mo offered to return the inherited sword that had been lost for hundreds of years, Butler Ning did not ask any more questions about the reason.
He couldn't understand what kind of cultivation this senior had. He didn't have the feeling of refining Qi, nor did he resemble the pressure of the family's foundation-building ancestor.
But as soon as the body came within three meters of the opponent, there was a strange and threatening feeling like a thorn in the back, and both temples were pointed at with swords.
Although the old housekeeper has no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortality, he has already practiced martial arts to the point where he can enter the palace. Over the past few decades, he has killed several monks in the early stages of Qi refining with his sharp sword in family wars.
But even so, he still felt insecure when facing Bai Mo, and secretly told everyone not to get too close to him.
The matter was of great importance. After confirming Bai Mo's intention, everyone quickly embarked on the road back to the village.
Miss Shi Long, who had always been curious about Bai Mo, also kept her distance under the old housekeeper's advice.
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"In front of you is Fengtian City, a large city under the rule of Xuanjian Villa. The owner of the village has already held a banquet for the seniors at the city owner's mansion to wash away the dust."
Butler Ning walked to the front of the team and introduced Bai Mo behind him.
Bai Mo raised his head and glanced.
In the distance is a city with a very obvious ancient style.
There are towering city walls and several acropolis outside the city.
A moat surrounding the city.
A steady stream of people could be vaguely seen, queuing up near the city gate, waiting to enter the city.
Nothing special, but nothing strange either.
They are from the City Lord's Mansion, so naturally they don't have to line up with the Kuhaha people.
The guards in the city all know that these swordsmen in white are the direct descendants of the Xuanjian Villa to which the city lord belongs. They are known as white-robed followers, and each of them is an elite who can equal ten to one.
As for the leading old housekeeper, he is a person that even the city lord must treat with courtesy.
Xuanjian Villa manages five cities in total, and Fengtian City is one of them. The city lord has been held by people from Xuanjian Villa for many years, and the imperial court basically turns a blind eye to this kind of thing.
After all, the so-called royal family in this area only has a foundation-building monk in the background, and everyone retired from the same sect to take care of themselves. Everyone gives each other some face, and that's pretty much it.
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"Senior Shenzong is here, but juniors are far away to welcome you."
As soon as he arrived at the door of the city lord's mansion, Bai Mo saw a middle-aged man with a rich and handsome appearance, welcoming him with a smile on his face.
The scene at the scene was quite funny. A middle-aged man with gray hair respectfully called the young man in front of him a senior.
But this is nothing strange in the world of immortality.
The rich man's nickname is Shi Lin'an, and he is the current head of the Shi family. Like the one who disappeared six hundred years ago, he also has a late stage of Qi refining.
It's just that he knew his qualifications and had long given up the idea of building a foundation, returning to the family to take charge of the work as the head of the family.
"polite."
Bai Mo rarely used these diplomatic rhetoric. In his previous circle, he only had a bunch of acquaintances and really had no experience in dealing with such situations.
Looking at this Shi Lin'an, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when he was young, giving instructions to his later assistant Chen Xi and her grandfather to Fang Qiu.
In the blink of an eye, that was almost six hundred years ago.
Perhaps due to his physical constitution, Chen Xi's grandfather was not as lucky as Liu Zhen and others. As early as three hundred years ago, he had gone crazy during a practice and passed away.
As Bai Mo's first angel investor in the true sense, it was a pity that he didn't show up at his funeral.
At that time, he happened to be sleeping in Daochen Realm and didn't know the news.
"Senior has come all the way, and our Xuanjian Villa is full of glory..."
Shi Lin'an, who had already received the news, was blowing a rainbow fart while examining the sword in Bai Mo's hand out of the corner of his eye.
He also couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation level, unlike a Qi Refining monk or a Foundation-building monk, but the huge threat perceived by the soul was real.
This guy in front of me could kill him with just one sword.
As for the possibility that the other party is the ancestor of Jindan... It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but in this area, every Jindan monk has a name, and he has never heard of such a person claiming to be the Shenzong.
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The scale of this banquet was already up to standard according to historians, but the singing, dancing, and delicacies did not seem to arouse much interest in the person in front of me.
Shi Lin'an and the Lord Fengtian who were accompanying him at the banquet kept observing Bai Mo throughout the whole process.
The two of them are definitely not unknown people around here, but in each other's eyes, they seem to be something like, yes, dust.
Like dust.
Bai Mo's response was like a programmed machine.
Not only because of his personality, but of course it is also because he has not yet thought about how he should face the world.
In a sense, I can be regarded as the "fourth natural disaster" in a sense.
Perhaps at some stage during the real game, there will be an NPC that cannot be beaten temporarily, but if it dies, it will just mean restarting. All his memories, even the arranged cheats, will not disappear.
Play casually and live crazy, there is no problem.
But Bai Mo also knows that these are living people in front of him, not real NPCs. Their heads are not leeks, and they will not be refreshed after they die.
"Forget it." When the banquet was about halfway through, Bai Mo raised his hand gently and said.
"Senior, what's the matter?"
"Take me directly to his tomb."
Bai Mo at this time is like a player in the game who has lost patience with going through the motions and directly fast-forwards the NPC dialogue content to speed up the next stage of the plot content.
"You mean...the thirty-fifth head of the family?"
"That's probably true. This sword was given to me by him before he died, so that I could bring it back if I had the chance." Bai Mo calmly stated this fact.
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There was no thought at all about how much shock this sentence would bring to the people present.
Six hundred years, this sword has disappeared for six hundred years!
The ancestor of Jindan only lived for more than 500 years.
"No wonder I haven't heard of it..." Shi Lin'an finally understood what was going on. The opponent was not Jin Dan at all, but a super big man above the Jin Dan ancestor!
He is a Qi Refining monk, and the highest-ranking elder he has ever heard of is the Jindan Patriarch. The higher-ups, not to mention their last names, are not even clear about their hierarchies.