Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years Chapter 17: After 0 years, the ancient paintings will leave words again

　　The sunset glow disappeared.

　　 The Zhao family mansion is unprecedentedly quiet.

　　 The lobby that can hold a thousand people, no one speaks,

　　 Looking at Chu Lingxiao sitting quietly drinking tea, everyone felt a numb body, like a carved statue. The expression on his face remained at a certain point in time, making people look Desperate.

　　This......

　　 Is this a dream?

　　 is that Zhao Yongchang felt extremely unreal, as if he hadn't woken up yet, he looked at his hands and couldn't speak for a long time.

　　 Me, are you already the strongest of the Nine Qi Realm?

　　 Why is it so simple?

　　No!

　　 should be said.

　　Why did Mr. 　　 let himself rise to two levels in a row, reaching the level where he can only go to the luxury of this life?

　　 This back and forth.

　　The royal hall of the Zhao clan with nearly a thousand people is deadly silent!

　　 let the old patriarch rise to two realms at will.

　　 At this moment, almost everyone shook their heads in their hearts:

　　 "No, it's not for the old patriarch to be promoted to two levels, this should be said to be a gift! Give the old patriarch two levels!"

　　 is incredible!

　　 How can such a thing exist in this world!

　　 Budo realm.

　　, especially at the level of the master of martial arts, every time you rise to a level, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

　　 Put aside talent.

　　Only by chance and insight, can it help to improve.

　　 How could there be a situation like this? !

　　The Supreme God Banquet, it’s impossible to do it!

　　All of the Zhao clan members can no longer think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They can only tell themselves over and over again in their hearts, this is not a dream, this is not a dream.

　　 Otherwise.

　　 They all fainted.

　　……

　　"Well, now in Jinling City, among the four imperial capitals, no one is your opponent anymore."

　　Chu Lingxiao said faintly, his tone was still so indifferent, as if to give others two realms casually, to him, it was so natural, like a small matter of sesame seeds.

　　 "Thank you sir, sir, you are so banished!"

　　 The five-body throw that Zhao Yongchang admires, the hurdle he hasn't moved for more than a hundred years, is so easy to cross it, it is really unheard of.

　　He is very respectful:

　　"Sir, you deserve to be able to make Chen Daoji and other masters of the eight-qi realm kneel down and kowtow."

　　 "It's unimaginable!"

　　 Boom!

　　In an instant.

　　 Hearing this, all the members of the Zhao clan in the entire lobby felt a cold back, and their scared hearts twitched.

　　 heard the name.

　　 Everyone was shocked and shocked.

　　 Did you hear me wrong just now? !

　　 Make Grandmaster Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?

　　 Isn't that... Some time ago, it was rumored that the royal taboo of the entire China, Chu Lingxiao!

　　He turned out to be Chu Lingxiao!

　　 may have realized that he said something that should not be said, Zhao Yongchang whispered reprimanded

　　"Everyone has listened carefully. Regarding the identity of Mr., who dares to disclose it will be expelled from the Zhao family!"

　　 After finishing talking, Zhao Yongchang seems to be a little bit unfinished:

　　 "And sir, you..."

　　……

　　 "Ask if you have any questions, don't hesitate." Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang was thinking in his heart, with a calm tone.

　　 "I knew I couldn't hide it from Mr."

　　 Zhao Yongchang's face blushes:

　　"Please also sir. I will be back soon."

　　 finished.

　　人, left the lobby.

　　 a minute later.

　　 Under the suspicion of all the Zhao clan members, Zhao Yongchang took a scroll in his hand, returned to the lobby, and carefully handed it to the table next to Chu Lingxiao.

　　 Chu Lingxiao glanced, his eyes suddenly changed.

　　 This scroll is housed in a glass box. Although the scroll looks old, it is still lifelike.

　　 "This ancient painting is inherited from my Zhao family thousands of years ago..." Zhao Yongchang hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not, after all, it feels too absurd.

　　 "If you have something in your heart, speak." Chu Lingxiao's tone was calm as he picked up the teacup.

　　 "Yes."

　　Zhao Yongchang nodded, his tone more respectful:

　　 "After Mr. left, he forgot to ask Mr. one thing."

　　"This is the ancient painting. One of the people painted in it is very similar to Mr. Today’s dress."

　　This ancient painting.

When 　　 first reached him, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it, just as a coincidence, and didn't think about it.

　　 After all, there are too many people wearing similar clothes in this world.

　　 But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.

　　 Zhao Yongchang, suddenly remembered this incident again.

　　 and he never thought of it.

　　 One hundred years later, Mr. is still alive, still so young!

　　Mr. Nancheng, is there any connection with the person in the painting thousands of years ago?

　　"Sir, let’s not hide from you, the person in this painting, that thin little boy, is the ancestor of my Zhao family."

　　 This doubt, Zhao Yongchang held in his heart for more than a hundred years, and has been puzzled. When he meets again with Chu Lingxiao, he naturally wants to know the answer:

　　 "Sir, do you know the person in the white robe in this painting?"

　　 The scroll axis opens slowly.

　　 I don’t know how long the ancient paintings have been in dust, once again appear in the eyes of all the Zhao clan.

　　 They couldn't help but move closer.

　　 Looking at the painting on the wall, Zhao Ningyu was a little puzzled. It was the first time she saw this painting. But why did the person in the white robe painted only one side in the painting?

　　 can only vaguely feel that he is a young man.

　　 a thousand years ago.

　　A young man, why did his ancestor, who was sitting as the emperor, specially paint this picture?

　　 and.

　　... There are few inscriptions on it~IndoMTL.com~ One seems to be different from the other handwriting, not by the same person.

　　 strange.

　　 is so strange!

　　 Who dared to write a word in the painting of the ancestor of the emperor?

　　 Zhao Ning was puzzled.

　　 All the members of the Zhao clan in this lobby are also puzzled.

　　Difficultly, can this royal family taboo give the answer to the doubts thousands of years ago?

　　"Come here with pen, ink, paper and inkstone." Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but some of the answers were not what he asked.

　　 Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered people to bring the calligraphy treasures treasured by the Zhao family.

　　 then.

　　Chu Lingxiao picked up a brush, and gently wrote a word on this ancient painting-life!

One word of 　　 is finished.

　　 The white robe has already left.

　　 Only the ancient painting was left, Zhao Yongchang, with a dull gaze, couldn't help but start trembling when he looked at the word of fate.

　　 "An ancient painting thousands of years ago, this fate character is exactly the same as that written by your husband!" Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked, but he was speechless.

　　This ancient painting.

　　 was painted by the ancestor of the emperor, and the same line of words is the same.

　　 And that fate word.

　　 is most likely left by the young man in the white robe in the painting.

　　 can be now.

　　 How can the handwriting of a thousand years ago...

　　 "Sir, I won't live a thousand years!"

　　 hiss!

　　 Zhao Yongchang inhaled, and was frightened.

　　 In the lobby, all the Zhao clan people are very close to petrification.

　　"Millennium?"

　　 Standing on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain, overlooking the entire ancient capital of Jinling, in Chu Lingxiao's eyes it was like a drop in the ocean, so insignificant, he sighed:

　　"My years, more than a mere thousand years."