()Chu Qiuli woke up from a headache after a hangover.

He stood up a little groggy, and the rain that had been raining all night outside the house finally stopped. The small courtyard was wet and steamy.

"Meow?" A black cat fell in front of him, blinking its amber eyes, and tilted his head to look at him.

"Are you awake?" Then the boy with a white cloth on his right arm walked in with a bowl of hot rice porridge and passed it to him.

Chu Qiuli took the rice porridge in a daze, got close to his nose and sniffed it. It was very fragrant.

He hurriedly took a sip, and he was soaked in the lower abdomen all night, because the rice porridge poured warmth.

"Good stuff." The middle-aged man patted his stomach, his face regained his careless expression.

"There is still a lot in the pot. If Brother Chu likes it, I will serve you later." The young man smiled lightly and said softly.

"Come by yourself," the big man said with a smile, and swallowed all the rice porridge left in the bowl into his stomach. Then he stood up and went to serve rice porridge.

"Brother Chu."

Only this step was taken, but the boy's voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?" The big man turned his head to look at the boy in confusion.

The young man didn't say anything. Instead, at that time, he stretched out his finger and pointed not far away. Chu Qiuli followed the young man's finger and looked at the place he was pointing.

It was a loft, about three or four feet tall, and it was made of mahogany. Although it was unique, it was not surprising in this prosperous Chang'an city. It's just that the middle-aged man, who has never cared about everything, was shocked when he saw the attic.

But soon he concealed such a different color, and looked at Xu Han with pretending to be calm and suspicious.

"What's wrong? Brother Xu likes that attic?"

"If it doesn't happen, it won't happen, it's too daughter-in-law."

The big man said solemnly.

The young man didn't care about what Chu Qiuli said. Instead, he looked at Chu Qiuli with a smile and asked, "Does the master of that attic, Brother Chu know him?"

Chu Qiuli beats haha, about to deny it.

"A woman in Tsing Yi." The boy's voice sounded again. "You were drunk and drunk yesterday, and the woman stood in the attic and looked at you for the night."

The man surnamed Chu's face stagnated, and he smiled and said, "It's not surprising, it's not surprising, you, Brother Chu, I was famously suave in Chang'an City, and the number of women who admired me was not ten thousand but eight thousand. , I guess she is another infatuated woman, but unfortunately, my ambition is not here, my ambition is not here."

Such abusive words are full of flaws, but the boy nodded surprisingly, as if he had no intention of pursuing it.

Just as the middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the young man's voice rang again.

"But, Brother Chu called the name Ran Qingyi ninety-three times yesterday..."

"Why is this again?"

The young man sat at the wooden table, stretched out his hands to clean up the dust on the black cat's hair, and said without turning his head.

......

Su Muan followed the group of people through the white palace walls in the Taiyin Palace, everywhere is seen a Confucian student dressed in white, shuttled back and forth in the palace gate. Among them were handsome young men in their early twenties, as well as middle-aged men with unshaven looks, and there was also an old man who had his temples dyed with frost.

They are mostly in a hurry, each holding a different scroll.

Su Mu'an looked strangely, and couldn't help but glance again.

"Little guy, do you think there is no problem with you?" The man in a black robe embroidered with a dragon turned his head and smiled and looked at Su Muan.

Su Muan shook his head in distress. He didn't sleep well last night. He kept thinking about what kind of question he should ask. At a young age, he also realized that such an opportunity is extremely rare. But after much deliberation, I can't make up my mind. It's not that he has no doubts in his mind, on the contrary, he has too many questions to ask. In the end, he can't decide which one to ask?

"Why don't I think of one for you?" The man said softly, with a gentle smile on his face, so that people who are not familiar with him will inevitably give him goodwill that is harmless to humans and animals.

Su Mu'an is a straight-tempered man. Someone is willing to help him solve his doubts. He is naturally happy. Without thinking about it, he asks: "Okay, what are you asking?"

When the man heard this, the smile on his face became even greater. "Didn't you say that you owed the person on the credit card? Why don't you ask the person on the credit card?"

When these words were spoken, Ning Zhumang couldn't stand it before Su Muan could respond.

"I think it's you Yuan Yanluo who wants to know, right? You are not afraid of losing your identity if you cheat children?" Ning Zhumang snorted coldly and said.

But the man in the black robe didn't take it seriously. He still had a spring breeze smile on his face, and Yingying said: "A person lives forever, the world is vast and grotesque. Knowing something is always good and beneficial to yourself Brother Yu is also beneficial, how can it be said that it is a lie?"

"Yes, Uncle Ning. This senior is just helping me with ideas, not lying to me." Su Mu'an, who was pure-minded, hurriedly said at that time, with a lot of meaning to help the man.

Ning Zhumang became angry when he heard the words, and wanted to take out a wooden stick on the spot and knock on Su Muan's elm head.

"Mu'an." Fortunately, at this moment, the voice of Yuan Guilong suddenly sounded. "Don't listen to what others say, just ask for your heart."

Su Muan, who has always respected the teacher, nodded quickly, "Yes, Master."

He said so, but he didn't pay attention to the black robe man who was very dissatisfied at that time and curled his lips.

......

"In that case, there is really a sect in this world called the Sacred Sect of Pirates?" Xu Han narrowed his eyes to look at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said softly.

The utterance of this statement immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of Chu Qiuli.

"What does it mean that there is one, it is there! I, someone from Chu, sits upright, when did he fool you?" Chu Qiuli retorted loudly, holding the rice porridge in his mouth that had not been swallowed. Suddenly the rice porridge sprayed and splashed Xuan'er all over, causing the black cat to let out a howl of dissatisfaction.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Xu Han said again and again, seeing the anger on the man's face calmed down, and then asked: "That imperial envoy of the Baifeng Ministry, Ran Qingyi, is still a fellow of Brother Chu? "

"Oh." The man who heard the question put down the porcelain bowl in his hand. The rice porridge in the bowl was shaken by this force and scattered on the wooden table.

"It's not just as simple as the same door."

At that time, the man raised his head and looked up at the sky. After the rain, the sun fell and shone on his profile, reflecting the rice grains on his bushy beard clearly. "Looking back then, I was 18 years old and she was also 18 years old. It can be described as a childhood sweetheart and no guessing."

"In the Sacred Gate of Pirates, there are two fascinating schools, one to deceive the sky, and the other to steal life. Both of me were passed on by my teacher and father. She learned the front part, and I learned the back part..."

Chu Qiuli spoke slowly with a look of fascination, the light in his eyes was deep, as if he had returned to the eighteen-year-old in his mouth.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Just before the beginning of the story, there was a knock on the door in the direction of the courtyard.

Chu Qiuli stopped what he was saying, and looked sideways at Xu Han. Xu Han also shook his head helplessly, obviously not knowing who was visiting at this moment.

But he still stood up, walked to the courtyard gate, and opened the courtyard gate.

The goal is a face he is quite familiar with.

It was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in a purple robe. When he saw Xu Han, the boy smiled, then bowed to him Yingying, saying: "Song has seen Brother Xu."

Song Yueming's arrival was a bit beyond Xu Han's expectation. He was taken aback for a while and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Song, please."

After that, he led Song Yueming through the narrow courtyard and into the house.

"Brother Chu is here too? Long time no see." Song Yueming saw Chu Qiuli in the room and saluted respectfully. If it weren't for this moment, the purple robe on his body that represented the master of the Hall of Swordsman, his posture would inevitably make people feel as if they were back in the window of Linglong Pavilion Xiaoxuan back then.

But after all the time has passed, Chu Qiuli looked at Song Yueming, nodded towards him, got up and picked up the dishes on the table, and said: "You talk, I'll clean up."

After that, the middle-aged man left.

Xu Han looked at the back of the man leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He finally found an opportunity to let the man confide in his heart, but he was disturbed by Song Yueming who was suddenly visiting.

"Brother Xu, don't you sit?" While he was thinking about this, Song Yueming had already sat down and looked at Xu Han with a smile.

Xu Han, who had recovered, had to put away the regret in his heart, sat down opposite Song Yueming, looked at the boy in front of him, and said: "How come Brother Song has time to come to my hut today?"

"The hut?" Hearing this, the purple-robed boy turned his eyes to look at Xu Han's small courtyard. "It has the smell of the Xiaoxuan window back then, Song Mou misses the scene very much and likes it tightly. How can it be said that it is a shabby house?"

"The situation back then?" Xu Han smiled when he heard the words, "Brother Song is now the master of the sword hall, and is also the right arm of Elder Sikong. I don’t know how to start."

Song Yueming naturally heard something in Xu Han's words, but he didn't refute it, just smiled faintly.

"Brother Song, don't make false claims between you and me. What is going on here, let's say it clearly."

Song Yueming was not annoyed when he heard the words, he picked up the tea cup on the wooden table for himself, squinted his eyes and said: "This trip is to save Brother Xu's life."

"Oh? How to save it?" Xu Han raised his brows and asked.

"Brother Xu is a smart person. You should know that by today, no matter if you are Zhu Xian or Elder Sikong, the reason why you haven’t done anything to Brother Xu is that the land of Jizhou held by Tiance Mansion and that The Mobei sword king Yuan returned to the dragon."

"Now that Brother Xu has left Tiance Mansion, the former worry is no longer useful to Brother Xu, and as for the Yuanguilong... I guess he won’t be able to live long, so Brother Xu If you want to survive, I think I still have to plan early." Song Yueming said lightly.

"What does Song brother mean?"

"Hand over Xing Tianjian." Song Yueming's voice suddenly became cold at that time.

Xu Han seemed to have anticipated what he said.

"Can Xu be alive by handing over Xing Tianjian? Not to mention whether the first person can let go of his murderous vengeance, I think Brother Song has not heard the rumors about Xu?"

"Brother Xu is saying that it is rumored that Brother Xu is the prince who survived by chance, and should he inherit the Datong?"

"Zhu Xian's thoughts are well known. Since he wants to achieve the great cause of the emperor, how can my so-called true emperor be free?"

"Brother Xu believed this?" Song Yueming raised her brows and asked with a smile.

"It doesn’t matter if I believe it or not. What’s important is that I wish the first person never tolerate any sand in his eyes. I’m not the prince. This sword is my bargaining chip for my life. No one can kill me. I am in love with reason. Brother Song thinks I can hand over this sword?"

Song Yueming, who heard this, knew that he couldn't take the sword from Xu Han anyway today, so he simply put away the effort to spend more time on this matter. He then stood up and said: "I don't think the death of Zhu Longqi was caused by Brother Xu alone. I heard that Senior Sister Ziyu has already gone to the country of Chen with the son of Meng. I don't know if it is related to this. Is it related?"

"Why? Brother Song wants to help Zhu First to find out the truth?"

"Brother Xu misunderstood. You also know the temper of the first adult. In order to avenge his son, he would not investigate whether Senior Sister Ziyu was involved in this matter. As long as there is half doubt, it will hurt. Killer."

"Really? But Ziyu is the queen of Chen Guo after all. At this moment, I would like to wish the first person for his great cause, I am afraid that he will not be out of line."

When Song Yueming heard this, the smile in his eyes became even more serious. He said: "If Brother Xu had such an idea, I am afraid that Brother Xu would be disappointed."

After that, the boy took out something from his arms and handed it to Xu Han.

It was a letter with a handwriting written in pen and ink. It seemed to be a secret letter from somewhere. There was still red wax on the corners of the letter paper for sealing. When Xu Han could see the writing on it, the boy's pupils suddenly enlarged, and a look of horror appeared on his eyebrows.

It says so on it.

"On January 12th of the first year of Lailong, Chen Xuanji married Yan Yanyan, the daughter of the Patriarch of the Yan family, as his wife, and made her the queen."

......

The center of the door was lit with sandalwood, and the light aroma and smoke haunted the door, hazy everything in the room.

Sitting in the room named Fenglaige, Su Muan looked a little nervous.

Everyone around is sitting in distress, closing their eyes to rest, or bowing their heads in contemplation, seeming to be waiting for something with peace of mind.

Su Mu'an has been waiting here for half an hour, and the legendary supreme real person still hasn't arrived.

I can’t tell if he has no patience or the weird atmosphere in the house makes him uneasy. He always feels a little unhappy and wants to say something to others, but even Ning Zhumang, who is closest to him on weekdays, seems to have changed. A face, sitting on the spot without squinting, obviously ignored his thoughts.

Such a predicament has continued for a hundred years. The gate of Fenglai Pavilion was suddenly pushed open, and dozens of white-robed scholars entered in file, separating the two sides.

Everyone sitting in silence turned their heads and looked around at that time, and Su Muan also knew from their performance that the supreme real person might be about to appear on the stage, so the young man also held his breath and turned his head to look. go with.

The six-hundred-year-old fairy has experienced countless winds and rains in the world. Such existence, no matter from any angle, is enough to arouse the curiosity in this young man's heart.

It's just that when the fairy really appeared, Su Muan was a little disappointed.

There is no imaginary fairy style, nor is there any piano and flute singing in anticipation.

Not so much as a fairy, the Supreme Real Man is more like an old man who is about to die. He is wearing a large white robe, with six gold threads embroidered on the cuffs, and the ravines on his face are like that of an old tree. The bark makes it almost impossible to see his original appearance. He was walking with trembling steps, and he even needed two scholars to support him on both sides in order to walk safely to the high platform of Fenglai Pavilion.

Although the appearance of the supreme real person is very different from what Su Mu'an imagined.

But the boy who has always been kind, still has enough respect for this old man.

"The world is really capable people. In just a few months, there have been a few groups of guests from my Taiyin Palace." After sitting on the high platform, the Supreme Real person scanned the audience. Everyone immediately spoke. His voice is a bit vicissitudes, but there is a gentle warmth in his tone, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Old and old, I will keep everyone waiting." The old man said, and his words changed suddenly. "Since I am here in the Taiyin Palace, I must also know the rules of the Taiyin Palace, so let's get to the point. If you have any questions, let's talk about it all."

The gate of Fenglai Pavilion was closed tightly, and more than ten scholars stood silently in a row at the door. The five Su Mu'an sat on the futon. As these words fell, the atmosphere in Fenglai Pavilion became more and more silent.

Just as Su Muan shook his fist, thinking about whether to speak first. After all, the question he finally decided should not be too complicated in his opinion. Just ask first, so as to save more time for his master and others. .

Only this thought came up, and Na Ning Zhumang took the lead to stand up.

Seeing Zhangjiao Ning arched his hand towards the Supreme Real Person, his face sank, and he asked: "A year ago, the elder of our door, Si Guangming, was in the real person. Here I can get a hexagram. Said, killing the emperor to save the world. Ning asked courageously, after Shengjialong took control of the guest, Xia Jun looked at him, and the princes supported himself. How can the world compare to today? Is the real man’s statement salvation or chaos?"

Ning Zhumang, who has always been kind in Su Muan's eyes, was filled with suffocation, almost asking this question in a questioning tone.

In the face of such aggressive questioning, the supreme real person has no different expression on his face.

"In the last years of the Great Leap, the power of the heroes was divided, and the world was chaotic. The Taizu of the former dynasty ruled martial arts and conquered all the way from east to west to conquer the world, and then there is the peaceful and prosperous age of the great Chu. If things in the world can only be overlooked for a moment, it will naturally happen. The world is purgatory, hungry and hungry everywhere. But if there is no such thing and then stand up, how can Mingjun take advantage of the momentum to rise and enjoy the peace of the country and the people?"

"If Master Ning asks this salvation or a troubled world, it will be a troubled world now, but a hundred years later, it will be a peaceful and prosperous world. The predecessors planted trees and descended from the cold, and the ancients are the same. As for the master's heart, I I think it’s just a coincidence that Linglong Pavilion was made a **** that was crushed before the arrival of this prosperous age. But there has never been an immortal dynasty in the world, not to mention the sect, it’s better to look away from the master."

The words of the Supreme Master said it was calm and gentle, and even in the muddy eyeballs, there was a faint smile.

Ning Zhumang's face was gloomy when he heard this, but he knew that he had only asked the old man to withdraw in grief.

Yuan Guilong stood up at that time and stepped forward.

He also arched his hand toward this real person, and asked in a deep voice, "I want to ask, the king of the Northern Frontier of the Great Zhou Dynasty has already been in the fairyland, but his life span is less than half a hundred, and his life palace is exhausted and died. The real person knows who has taken him. The palace of life?"

When I asked this, the swordman's tone was cold, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

Shenzhen Wushang didn't realize this, he still said calmly: "Your eyes have evil spirits, your words are hidden in your words, you have a certain number in your heart, why bother to ask."

Su Muan who heard this answer was in the clouds, but Yuan Guilong nodded slightly at that time, and even retreated.

Shenzhen Wushang, this is turning his eyes to look at the three people who have not yet asked questions, and his sullen eyes swept over them one by one, and finally fell on the Mo Chenzi. Seeing the descendants of the Southern Wilderness Jianling, I wonder if you have any questions?"

Mo Chenzi didn't hesitate. Since the Supreme Being asked the question, he immediately stood up, without bowing, and asked: "Back then, when the Emperor Da Chu asked the Taoist Temple, whether the half-demon **** Did you start it?"

The supreme real man nodded when he heard this, and did not deny it, saying: "Indeed."

"Where is the law of eternal life and boundless life in the world? If there are real people, how can they fall into such a field? When will the Taiyin Palace also start to make mischief, or the real people have other plans?" Mo Chenzi who got the answer seemed not I didn't want to follow the rules of the Lunar Palace, so I continued to ask at that time.

The Supreme Master didn't seem to pursue the matter, and the old man stroked the beard on his chin.

"The sky and the earth are vast. Although the Taiyin Palace is said to be known up and down for thousands of years, how can you know all the mystery of the world? The emperor asked me about this method, the rules of the Taiyin Palace, naturally asked and answered, as for the consequences, but not My lunar palace can interfere."

Mo Chenzi, who heard this, silently looked at the old man on the stage, as if he wanted to see what he was thinking at the moment, but how can an immortal who has lived for six hundred years be happy? His move is doomed to be in vain.

The sandalwood in the house slowly burned out, and Mo Chen finally spoke again after a long period of drowsiness.

"It seems that the old palace lord is unwilling to abide by the rules, so we may have to talk about it when this is the case."

The old man smiled and nodded, "I would like to hear the details."

When the two of them finished speaking, the man in the black robe and embroidered dragon finally stood up.

He patted Su Mu'an on the shoulder, blinked at the boy, and said: "Think hard."

Then he bowed his hand respectfully towards the fairy and asked: "Where can the person with the knife be found?"

When this question exited, everyone on the court was taken aback. Su Muan stared at the man even more, and couldn't understand why he had to ask such a question?

It is rare that the supreme real person who can calmly respond to any question before does not answer this question at the first time, but instead asks: "Why do you look for him?"

"Naturally borrowing a knife." The man replied with a smile on his face.

The supreme real man who received this response looked down at the man’s sight of dozens of breaths. This was the first time he mentioned the writing brush on the counter in front of him. When the two scholars who served beside him saw this, one of them hurriedly studied Mo, one person put the finest rice paper in front of the old man, only to see the Supreme Master draw a pen on the rice paper for a long time.

Only after a hundred breaths did he receive his pen and ink, and a scholar respectfully took the rice paper and handed it to the man.

The man in the black robe looked down at the content on the rice paper, and suddenly smiled.

"Thanks to the real person." After he said so, he finally retreated.

"It's up to you, little guy." After sitting back to his original position, the man still winked at Su Muan beside him, teasing.

"Huh?" Su Muan who heard the words hurriedly stood up and walked to the middle of the door, but did not ask any questions.

"My child, what is your problem? It's all right." Seeing him like this, the Supreme Master said with a smile. There is no lack of encouragement in the tone, but it is like a amiable elder.

But Su Muan stretched out her hand and scratched the back of her head, and said in a bit distressed tone: "I haven't thought about it yet..."

His appearance made the scholars around him chuckle.

The Supreme Master is in charge of the Lunar Palace, and he has never met such a strange child for more than six hundred years.

"Then think about it, my old bones can wait, but these few can't wait." As the old man said, intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at Yuan Guilong and the others who were sitting aside.

Su Muan didn't understand the meaning of the old man, but felt that so many people were waiting for him to feel uneasy.

So after thinking about it for a long time, he gritted his teeth and finally asked: "Then tell me, who is the swordsman from my ancestor?"

When this question exited, everyone present was taken aback.

It’s not because this question is weird, but because it seems to everyone to be too simple, and it doesn’t seem to make any sense at the same time.

"It’s not easy to go up the mountain once? Are you sure you want to ask this question." Madam Supreme seemed to be amused by Su Mu’an’s actions, and the old man asked with a smile on his face. It seemed extremely rare that he planned to give him a change. Chance.

"If you don't change it, it's him." But Su Muan shook his head confidently.

"But there are so many people in your family, which one do you want to know?" Seeing that the young man was determined, the Supreme Majesty did not say anything to persuade him, but asked instead.

As soon as this problem came up, the muscles on Ning Zhumang's face, who was sitting very tightly, twitched imperceptibly.

Unsurprisingly, the boy began to slap his fingers again at that time and said: "My father's father's father...'s father..."

He counted seventeen daddy seriously before stopping.

The supreme real person on the stage laughed blankly when he heard the words, "You wait a moment, I will help you figure it out, who is your ancestor."

"Well, good." Su Muan nodded hurriedly, the expression on his face still very serious.

The Supreme Master closed his eyes after saying this.

He started deducing with the secret method of his lunar palace.

For him, this is not too difficult.

For the future, because there are too many variables, the longer it is, the more difficult it will be.

The past is not the case, because the past has already become a fixed number, and such a fixed number, the longer the time, the greater the impact it will have on the present. Those who deduced it would have more clues to go back to the past. Of course, the more distant the past, although theoretically speaking, it is easier to deduce, but because of the long time it takes more effort. And these are nothing to immortals who have lived for six hundred years.

On this point, not only the scholars in this room think so, but Yuan Guilong and others also think so.

Compared to those scholars who knew the strange long sword on Su Muan's back, Yuan Guilong and the others were more curious than them.

As time passed, Su Muan's eyes widened, looking expectantly at the old man on the stage.

But in a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred breaths of time passed, and the closed old man still did not open his eyes. Instead, his brows wrinkled deeper and deeper. Even people could clearly see that beads of sweat began to appear on the old man's forehead.

The Confucian scholars in the Taiyin Palace obviously did not expect such a sight. It seems that they have never seen this old palace master show such an expression except for the tribulation that they did not survive a few years ago.

This is a very unreasonable thing. Su Muan counted seventeen fathers, and it was only a few hundred years old. Such calculations, many Confucian scholars in the Taiyin Palace, as long as they spend some time, they can probably do it.

And looking at the look on the face of a real person at this moment, it seems that things are far from simple.

Of course it is not simple.

The Supreme Master only took less than ten breaths of time to count the top ten fathers in Su Muan's mouth.

But when he came to the eleventh place, the speed suddenly slowed down.

Looking back to the eleventh daddy, he spent it. The first ten people doubled the time, not because of any problems encountered, but the eleventh daddy's life span was extremely long, almost reaching four. At the point of five hundred years. But before the supreme real person was relieved, the twelfth person made his face suddenly change. This Su family ancestor has a life span of 800 years.

He is the supreme real person, who has lived for six hundred years, and is already the longest life immortal in the world. He had never heard of an immortal who lived to be 800 years in this world. He has experienced the sixth Heavenly Tribulation. He knows how terrifying the power of this Heavenly Tribulation is when it goes to the back. The 800-year-old immortal means that the other party has survived the Heavenly Tribulation at least seven times, and that person can be strong enough. He couldn't imagine how far.

It took him another 30 breaths to pass the twelfth Su family ancestor.

But the thirteenth place made his head shocked. This Su family ancestor has a life span of 1,400 years...

This is probably not the longevity that the realm of the immortal can reach...

The fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and their lifespans have increased geometrically, and the speed of the supreme real person's deduction has also begun to slow down, and his face gradually becomes pale, even Because of the loss of too much effort, and the internal breath is disordered.

There are only six people behind this, but they have allowed the Supreme Master to perform a full ten thousand years. This is undoubtedly a huge consumption for him, but he clenched his teeth and persevered. This is not how he cares about Su Muan. The promise, but as a monk, he instinctively yearned for such a powerful existence. At the same time, he was also very curious about what kind of character the seventeenth daddy Su Muan said, and whether this kind of existence is enough to compare with that one...

With such doubts, it took nearly half an hour to deduce the sixteenth ancestor of the Su family. At that time, the seventeenth slowly revealed his mysterious veil.

The Supreme Master took a deep breath.

He was a little excited, but also a little inexplicably apprehensive.

He tried to calm down the strangeness in his heart, and then proceeded with the deduction.

And such thoughts just arose, and the scenery in front of him suddenly darkened, as if the space was replaced at the same time, and he came into an endless darkness.

In the endless darkness, he vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

For no reason, there was a voice in his mind telling him that this was the ancestor of the Su family.

He exhausted all his strength to look.

He saw a figure from behind, a figure with a sword on his back.

He also saw the dark sky, with countless stars lit up, and among the stars, the seven most dazzling stars stood in the center like a king.

The figure has seven stars on his head, and his body slowly turns towards him~IndoMTL.com~ Madam Supreme's breathing becomes short.

But he still tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the figure clearly.

At that time, the man finally turned his body, looking into his eyes, a pair of eyes that burned like a blazing sun.

A majesty as if the Mount Tai was crushed on top, as if the prying **** was angry after being profaned, just a glance, the Supreme Real person was shocked.

Puff!

So under the surprised eyes of the people in Feng Lai Pavilion, the Supreme True Man spit out a mouthful of blood, and sat on the spot with a languid breath.

After a long time, the old man finally slowly raised his head and looked at Su Mu'an.

The look on his face was wilting, and after a while, he vomited four words weakly.

"He... is still alive..."

()Chu Qiuli woke up from a headache after a hangover.

He stood up a little groggy, and the rain that had been raining all night outside the house finally stopped. The small courtyard was wet and steamy.

"Meow?" A black cat fell in front of him, blinking its amber eyes, and tilted his head to look at him.

"Are you awake?" Then the boy with a white cloth on his right arm walked in with a bowl of hot rice porridge and passed it to him.

Chu Qiuli took the rice porridge in a daze, got close to his nose and sniffed it. It was very fragrant.

He hurriedly took a sip, and he was soaked in the lower abdomen all night, because the rice porridge poured warmth.

"Good stuff." The middle-aged man patted his stomach, his face regained his careless expression.

"There is still a lot in the pot. If Brother Chu likes it, I will serve you later." The young man smiled lightly and said softly.

"Come by yourself," the big man said with a smile, and swallowed all the rice porridge left in the bowl into his stomach. Then he stood up and went to serve rice porridge.

"Brother Chu."

Only this step was taken, but the boy's voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?" The big man turned his head to look at the boy in confusion.

The young man didn't say anything. Instead, at that time, he stretched out his finger and pointed not far away. Chu Qiuli followed the young man's finger and looked at the place he was pointing.

It was a loft, about three or four feet tall, and it was made of mahogany. Although it was unique, it was not surprising in this prosperous Chang'an city. It's just that the middle-aged man, who has never cared about everything, was shocked when he saw the attic.

But soon he concealed such a different color, and looked at Xu Han with pretending to be calm and suspicious.

"What's wrong? Brother Xu likes that attic?"

"If it doesn't happen, it won't happen, it's too daughter-in-law."

The big man said solemnly.

The young man didn't care about what Chu Qiuli said. Instead, he looked at Chu Qiuli with a smile and asked, "Does the master of that attic, Brother Chu know him?"

Chu Qiuli beats haha, about to deny it.

"A woman in Tsing Yi." The boy's voice sounded again. "You were drunk and drunk yesterday, and the woman stood in the attic and looked at you for the night."

The man surnamed Chu's face stagnated, and he smiled and said, "It's not surprising, it's not surprising, you, Brother Chu, I was famously suave in Chang'an City, and the number of women who admired me was not ten thousand but eight thousand. , I guess she is another infatuated woman, but unfortunately, my ambition is not here, my ambition is not here."

Such abusive words are full of flaws, but the boy nodded surprisingly, as if he had no intention of pursuing it.

Just as the middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the young man's voice rang again.

"But, Brother Chu called the name Ran Qingyi ninety-three times yesterday..."

"Why is this again?"

The young man sat at the wooden table, stretched out his hands to clean up the dust on the black cat's hair, and said without turning his head.

......

Su Muan followed the group of people through the white palace walls in the Taiyin Palace, everywhere is seen a Confucian student dressed in white, shuttled back and forth in the palace gate. Among them were handsome young men in their early twenties, as well as middle-aged men with unshaven looks, and there was also an old man who had his temples dyed with frost.

They are mostly in a hurry, each holding a different scroll.

Su Mu'an looked strangely, and couldn't help but glance again.

"Little guy, do you think there is no problem with you?" The man in a black robe embroidered with a dragon turned his head and smiled and looked at Su Muan.

Su Muan shook his head in distress. He didn't sleep well last night. He kept thinking about what kind of question he should ask. At a young age, he also realized that such an opportunity is extremely rare. But after much deliberation, I can't make up my mind. It's not that he has no doubts in his mind, on the contrary, he has too many questions to ask. In the end, he can't decide which one to ask?

"Why don't I think of one for you?" The man said softly, with a gentle smile on his face, so that people who are not familiar with him will inevitably give him goodwill that is harmless to humans and animals.

Su Mu'an is a straight-tempered man. Someone is willing to help him solve his doubts. He is naturally happy. Without thinking about it, he asks: "Okay, what are you asking?"

When the man heard this, the smile on his face became even greater. "Didn't you say that you owed the person on the credit card? Why don't you ask the person on the credit card?"

When these words were spoken, Ning Zhumang couldn't stand it before Su Muan could respond.

"I think it's you Yuan Yanluo who wants to know, right? You are not afraid of losing your identity if you cheat children?" Ning Zhumang snorted coldly and said.

But the man in the black robe didn't take it seriously. He still had a spring breeze smile on his face, and Yingying said: "A person lives forever, the world is vast and grotesque. Knowing something is always good and beneficial to yourself Brother Yu is also beneficial, how can it be said that it is a lie?"

"Yes, Uncle Ning. This senior is just helping me with ideas, not lying to me." Su Mu'an, who was pure-minded, hurriedly said at that time, with a lot of meaning to help the man.

Ning Zhumang became angry when he heard the words, and wanted to take out a wooden stick on the spot and knock on Su Muan's elm head.

"Mu'an." Fortunately, at this moment, the voice of Yuan Guilong suddenly sounded. "Don't listen to what others say, just ask for your heart."

Su Muan, who has always respected the teacher, nodded quickly, "Yes, Master."

He said so, but he didn't pay attention to the black robe man who was very dissatisfied at that time and curled his lips.

......

"In that case, there is really a sect in this world called the Sacred Sect of Pirates?" Xu Han narrowed his eyes to look at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said softly.

The utterance of this statement immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of Chu Qiuli.

"What does it mean that there is one, it is there! I, someone from Chu, sits upright, when did he fool you?" Chu Qiuli retorted loudly, holding the rice porridge in his mouth that had not been swallowed. Suddenly the rice porridge sprayed and splashed Xuan'er all over, causing the black cat to let out a howl of dissatisfaction.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Xu Han said again and again, seeing the anger on the man's face calmed down, and then asked: "That imperial envoy of the Baifeng Ministry, Ran Qingyi, is still a fellow of Brother Chu? "

"Oh." The man who heard the question put down the porcelain bowl in his hand. The rice porridge in the bowl was shaken by this force and scattered on the wooden table.

"It's not just as simple as the same door."

At that time, the man raised his head and looked up at the sky. After the rain, the sun fell and shone on his profile, reflecting the rice grains on his bushy beard clearly. "Looking back then, I was 18 years old and she was also 18 years old. It can be described as a childhood sweetheart and no guessing."

"In the Sacred Gate of Pirates, there are two fascinating schools, one to deceive the sky, and the other to steal life. Both of me were passed on by my teacher and father. She learned the front part, and I learned the back part..."

Chu Qiuli spoke slowly with a look of fascination, the light in his eyes was deep, as if he had returned to the eighteen-year-old in his mouth.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Just before the beginning of the story, there was a knock on the door in the direction of the courtyard.

Chu Qiuli stopped what he was saying, and looked sideways at Xu Han. Xu Han also shook his head helplessly, obviously not knowing who was visiting at this moment.

But he still stood up, walked to the courtyard gate, and opened the courtyard gate.

The goal is a face he is quite familiar with.

It was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in a purple robe. When he saw Xu Han, the boy smiled, then bowed to him Yingying, saying: "Song has seen Brother Xu."

Song Yueming's arrival was a bit beyond Xu Han's expectation. He was taken aback for a while and he said in a deep voice, "Brother Song, please."

After that, he led Song Yueming through the narrow courtyard and into the house.

"Brother Chu is here too? Long time no see." Song Yueming saw Chu Qiuli in the room and saluted respectfully. If it weren't for this moment, the purple robe on his body that represented the master of the Hall of Swordsman, his posture would inevitably make people feel as if they were back in the window of Linglong Pavilion Xiaoxuan back then.

But after all the time has passed, Chu Qiuli looked at Song Yueming, nodded towards him, got up and picked up the dishes on the table, and said: "You talk, I'll clean up."

After that, the middle-aged man left.

Xu Han looked at the back of the man leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He finally found an opportunity to let the man confide in his heart, but he was disturbed by Song Yueming who was suddenly visiting.

"Brother Xu, don't you sit?" While he was thinking about this, Song Yueming had already sat down and looked at Xu Han with a smile.

Xu Han, who had recovered, had to put away the regret in his heart, sat down opposite Song Yueming, looked at the boy in front of him, and said: "How come Brother Song has time to come to my hut today?"

"The hut?" Hearing this, the purple-robed boy turned his eyes to look at Xu Han's small courtyard. "It has the smell of the Xiaoxuan window back then, Song Mou misses the scene very much and likes it tightly. How can it be said that it is a shabby house?"

"The situation back then?" Xu Han smiled when he heard the words, "Brother Song is now the master of the sword hall, and is also the right arm of Elder Sikong. I don’t know how to start."

Song Yueming naturally heard something in Xu Han's words, but he didn't refute it, just smiled faintly.

"Brother Song, don't make false claims between you and me. What is going on here, let's say it clearly."

Song Yueming was not annoyed when he heard the words, he picked up the tea cup on the wooden table for himself, squinted his eyes and said: "This trip is to save Brother Xu's life."

"Oh? How to save it?" Xu Han raised his brows and asked.

"Brother Xu is a smart person. You should know that by today, no matter if you are Zhu Xian or Elder Sikong, the reason why you haven’t done anything to Brother Xu is that the land of Jizhou held by Tiance Mansion and that The Mobei sword king Yuan returned to the dragon."

"Now that Brother Xu has left Tiance Mansion, the former worry is no longer useful to Brother Xu, and as for the Yuanguilong... I guess he won’t be able to live long, so Brother Xu If you want to survive, I think I still have to plan early." Song Yueming said lightly.

"What does Song brother mean?"

"Hand over Xing Tianjian." Song Yueming's voice suddenly became cold at that time.

Xu Han seemed to have anticipated what he said.

"Can Xu be alive by handing over Xing Tianjian? Not to mention whether the first person can let go of his murderous vengeance, I think Brother Song has not heard the rumors about Xu?"

"Brother Xu is saying that it is rumored that Brother Xu is the prince who survived by chance, and should he inherit the Datong?"

"Zhu Xian's thoughts are well known. Since he wants to achieve the great cause of the emperor, how can my so-called true emperor be free?"

"Brother Xu believed this?" Song Yueming raised her brows and asked with a smile.

"It doesn’t matter if I believe it or not. What’s important is that I wish the first person never tolerate any sand in his eyes. I’m not the prince. This sword is my bargaining chip for my life. No one can kill me. I am in love with reason. Brother Song thinks I can hand over this sword?"

Song Yueming, who heard this, knew that he couldn't take the sword from Xu Han anyway today, so he simply put away the effort to spend more time on this matter. He then stood up and said: "I don't think the death of Zhu Longqi was caused by Brother Xu alone. I heard that Senior Sister Ziyu has already gone to the country of Chen with the son of Meng. I don't know if it is related to this. Is it related?"

"Why? Brother Song wants to help Zhu First to find out the truth?"

"Brother Xu misunderstood. You also know the temper of the first adult. In order to avenge his son, he would not investigate whether Senior Sister Ziyu was involved in this matter. As long as there is half doubt, it will hurt. Killer."

"Really? But Ziyu is the queen of Chen Guo after all. At this moment, I would like to wish the first person for his great cause, I am afraid that he will not be out of line."

When Song Yueming heard this, the smile in his eyes became even more serious. He said: "If Brother Xu had such an idea, I am afraid that Brother Xu would be disappointed."

After that, the boy took out something from his arms and handed it to Xu Han.

It was a letter with a handwriting written in pen and ink. It seemed to be a secret letter from somewhere. There was still red wax on the corners of the letter paper for sealing. When Xu Han could see the writing on it, the boy's pupils suddenly enlarged, and a look of horror appeared on his eyebrows.

It says so on it.

"On January 12th of the first year of Lailong, Chen Xuanji married Yan Yanyan, the daughter of the Patriarch of the Yan family, as his wife, and made her the queen."

......

The center of the door was lit with sandalwood, and the light aroma and smoke haunted the door, hazy everything in the room.

Sitting in the room named Fenglaige, Su Muan looked a little nervous.

Everyone around is sitting in distress, closing their eyes to rest, or bowing their heads in contemplation, seeming to be waiting for something with peace of mind.

Su Mu'an has been waiting here for half an hour, and the legendary supreme real person still hasn't arrived.

I can’t tell if he has no patience or the weird atmosphere in the house makes him uneasy. He always feels a little unhappy and wants to say something to others, but even Ning Zhumang, who is closest to him on weekdays, seems to have changed. A face, sitting on the spot without squinting, obviously ignored his thoughts.

Such a predicament has continued for a hundred years. The gate of Fenglai Pavilion was suddenly pushed open, and dozens of white-robed scholars entered in file, separating the two sides.

Everyone sitting in silence turned their heads and looked around at that time, and Su Muan also knew from their performance that the supreme real person might be about to appear on the stage, so the young man also held his breath and turned his head to look. go with.

The six-hundred-year-old fairy has experienced countless winds and rains in the world. Such existence, no matter from any angle, is enough to arouse the curiosity in this young man's heart.

It's just that when the fairy really appeared, Su Muan was a little disappointed.

There is no imaginary fairy style, nor is there any piano and flute singing in anticipation.

Not so much as a fairy, the Supreme Real Man is more like an old man who is about to die. He is wearing a large white robe, with six gold threads embroidered on the cuffs, and the ravines on his face are like that of an old tree. The bark makes it almost impossible to see his original appearance. He was walking with trembling steps, and he even needed two scholars to support him on both sides in order to walk safely to the high platform of Fenglai Pavilion.

Although the appearance of the supreme real person is very different from what Su Mu'an imagined.

But the boy who has always been kind, still has enough respect for this old man.

"The world is really capable people. In just a few months, there have been a few groups of guests from my Taiyin Palace." After sitting on the high platform, the Supreme Real person scanned the audience. Everyone immediately spoke. His voice is a bit vicissitudes, but there is a gentle warmth in his tone, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Old and old, I will keep everyone waiting." The old man said, and his words changed suddenly. "Since I am here in the Taiyin Palace, I must also know the rules of the Taiyin Palace, so let's get to the point. If you have any questions, let's talk about it all."

The gate of Fenglai Pavilion was closed tightly, and more than ten scholars stood silently in a row at the door. The five Su Mu'an sat on the futon. As these words fell, the atmosphere in Fenglai Pavilion became more and more silent.

Just as Su Muan shook his fist, thinking about whether to speak first. After all, the question he finally decided should not be too complicated in his opinion. Just ask first, so as to save more time for his master and others. .

Only this thought came up, and Na Ning Zhumang took the lead to stand up.

Seeing Zhangjiao Ning arched his hand towards the Supreme Real Person, his face sank, and he asked: "A year ago, the elder of our door, Si Guangming, was in the real person. Here I can get a hexagram. Said, killing the emperor to save the world. Ning asked courageously, after Shengjialong took control of the guest, Xia Jun looked at him, and the princes supported himself. How can the world compare to today? Is the real man’s statement salvation or chaos?"

Ning Zhumang, who has always been kind in Su Muan's eyes, was filled with suffocation, almost asking this question in a questioning tone.

In the face of such aggressive questioning, the supreme real person has no different expression on his face.

"In the last years of the Great Leap, the power of the heroes was divided, and the world was chaotic. The Taizu of the former dynasty ruled martial arts and conquered all the way from east to west to conquer the world, and then there is the peaceful and prosperous age of the great Chu. If things in the world can only be overlooked for a moment, it will naturally happen. The world is purgatory, hungry and hungry everywhere. But if there is no such thing and then stand up, how can Mingjun take advantage of the momentum to rise and enjoy the peace of the country and the people?"

"If Master Ning asks this salvation or a troubled world, it will be a troubled world now, but a hundred years later, it will be a peaceful and prosperous world. The predecessors planted trees and descended from the cold, and the ancients are the same. As for the master's heart, I I think it’s just a coincidence that Linglong Pavilion was made a **** that was crushed before the arrival of this prosperous age. But there has never been an immortal dynasty in the world, not to mention the sect, it’s better to look away from the master."

The words of the Supreme Master said it was calm and gentle, and even in the muddy eyeballs, there was a faint smile.

Ning Zhumang's face was gloomy when he heard this, but he knew that he had only asked the old man to withdraw in grief.

Yuan Guilong stood up at that time and stepped forward.

He also arched his hand toward this real person, and asked in a deep voice, "I want to ask, the king of the Northern Frontier of the Great Zhou Dynasty has already been in the fairyland, but his life span is less than half a hundred, and his life palace is exhausted and died. The real person knows who has taken him. The palace of life?"

When I asked this, the swordman's tone was cold, and the cold light in his eyes flashed.

Shenzhen Wushang didn't realize this, he still said calmly: "Your eyes have evil spirits, your words are hidden in your words, you have a certain number in your heart, why bother to ask."

Su Muan who heard this answer was in the clouds, but Yuan Guilong nodded slightly at that time, and even retreated.

Shenzhen Wushang, this is turning his eyes to look at the three people who have not yet asked questions, and his sullen eyes swept over them one by one, and finally fell on the Mo Chenzi. Seeing the descendants of the Southern Wilderness Jianling, I wonder if you have any questions?"

Mo Chenzi didn't hesitate. Since the Supreme Being asked the question, he immediately stood up, without bowing, and asked: "Back then, when the Emperor Da Chu asked the Taoist Temple, whether the half-demon **** Did you start it?"

The supreme real man nodded when he heard this, and did not deny it, saying: "Indeed."

"Where is the law of eternal life and boundless life in the world? If there are real people, how can they fall into such a field? When will the Taiyin Palace also start to make mischief, or the real people have other plans?" Mo Chenzi who got the answer seemed not I didn't want to follow the rules of the Lunar Palace, so I continued to ask at that time.

The Supreme Master didn't seem to pursue the matter, and the old man stroked the beard on his chin.

"The sky and the earth are vast. Although the Taiyin Palace is said to be known up and down for thousands of years, how can you know all the mystery of the world? The emperor asked me about this method, the rules of the Taiyin Palace, naturally asked and answered, as for the consequences, but not My lunar palace can interfere."

Mo Chenzi, who heard this, silently looked at the old man on the stage, as if he wanted to see what he was thinking at the moment, but how can an immortal who has lived for six hundred years be happy? His move is doomed to be in vain.

The sandalwood in the house slowly burned out, and Mo Chen finally spoke again after a long period of drowsiness.

"It seems that the old palace lord is unwilling to abide by the rules, so we may have to talk about it when this is the case."

The old man smiled and nodded, "I would like to hear the details."

When the two of them finished speaking, the man in the black robe and embroidered dragon finally stood up.

He patted Su Mu'an on the shoulder, blinked at the boy, and said: "Think hard."

Then he bowed his hand respectfully towards the fairy and asked: "Where can the person with the knife be found?"

When this question exited, everyone on the court was taken aback. Su Muan stared at the man even more, and couldn't understand why he had to ask such a question?

It is rare that the supreme real person who can calmly respond to any question before does not answer this question at the first time, but instead asks: "Why do you look for him?"

"Naturally borrowing a knife." The man replied with a smile on his face.

The supreme real man who received this response looked down at the man’s sight of dozens of breaths. This was the first time he mentioned the writing brush on the counter in front of him. When the two scholars who served beside him saw this, one of them hurriedly studied Mo, one person put the finest rice paper in front of the old man, only to see the Supreme Master draw a pen on the rice paper for a long time.

Only after a hundred breaths did he receive his pen and ink, and a scholar respectfully took the rice paper and handed it to the man.

The man in the black robe looked down at the content on the rice paper, and suddenly smiled.

"Thanks to the real person." After he said so, he finally retreated.

"It's up to you, little guy." After sitting back to his original position, the man still winked at Su Muan beside him, teasing.

"Huh?" Su Muan who heard the words hurriedly stood up and walked to the middle of the door, but did not ask any questions.

"My child, what is your problem? It's all right." Seeing him like this, the Supreme Master said with a smile. There is no lack of encouragement in the tone, but it is like a amiable elder.

But Su Muan stretched out her hand and scratched the back of her head, and said in a bit distressed tone: "I haven't thought about it yet..."

His appearance made the scholars around him chuckle.

The Supreme Master is in charge of the Lunar Palace, and he has never met such a strange child for more than six hundred years.

"Then think about it, my old bones can wait, but these few can't wait." As the old man said, intentionally or unintentionally, he looked at Yuan Guilong and the others who were sitting aside.

Su Muan didn't understand the meaning of the old man, but felt that so many people were waiting for him to feel uneasy.

So after thinking about it for a long time, he gritted his teeth and finally asked: "Then tell me, who is the swordsman from my ancestor?"

When this question exited, everyone present was taken aback.

It’s not because this question is weird, but because it seems to everyone to be too simple, and it doesn’t seem to make any sense at the same time.

"It’s not easy to go up the mountain once? Are you sure you want to ask this question." Madam Supreme seemed to be amused by Su Mu’an’s actions, and the old man asked with a smile on his face. It seemed extremely rare that he planned to give him a change. Chance.

"If you don't change it, it's him." But Su Muan shook his head confidently.

"But there are so many people in your family, which one do you want to know?" Seeing that the young man was determined, the Supreme Majesty did not say anything to persuade him, but asked instead.

As soon as this problem came up, the muscles on Ning Zhumang's face, who was sitting very tightly, twitched imperceptibly.

Unsurprisingly, the boy began to slap his fingers again at that time and said: "My father's father's father...'s father..."

He counted seventeen daddy seriously before stopping.

The supreme real person on the stage laughed blankly when he heard the words, "You wait a moment, I will help you figure it out, who is your ancestor."

"Well, good." Su Muan nodded hurriedly, the expression on his face still very serious.

The Supreme Master closed his eyes after saying this.

He started deducing with the secret method of his lunar palace.

For him, this is not too difficult.

For the future, because there are too many variables, the longer it is, the more difficult it will be.

The past is not the case, because the past has already become a fixed number, and such a fixed number, the longer the time, the greater the impact it will have on the present. Those who deduced it would have more clues to go back to the past. Of course, the more distant the past, although theoretically speaking, it is easier to deduce, but because of the long time it takes more effort. And these are nothing to immortals who have lived for six hundred years.

On this point, not only the scholars in this room think so, but Yuan Guilong and others also think so.

Compared to those scholars who knew the strange long sword on Su Muan's back, Yuan Guilong and the others were more curious than them.

As time passed, Su Muan's eyes widened, looking expectantly at the old man on the stage.

But in a blink of an eye, nearly a hundred breaths of time passed, and the closed old man still did not open his eyes. Instead, his brows wrinkled deeper and deeper. Even people could clearly see that beads of sweat began to appear on the old man's forehead.

The Confucian scholars in the Taiyin Palace obviously did not expect such a sight. It seems that they have never seen this old palace master show such an expression except for the tribulation that they did not survive a few years ago.

This is a very unreasonable thing. Su Muan counted seventeen fathers, and it was only a few hundred years old. Such calculations, many Confucian scholars in the Taiyin Palace, as long as they spend some time, they can probably do it.

And looking at the look on the face of a real person at this moment, it seems that things are far from simple.

Of course it is not simple.

The Supreme Master only took less than ten breaths of time to count the top ten fathers in Su Muan's mouth.

But when he came to the eleventh place, the speed suddenly slowed down.

Looking back to the eleventh daddy, he spent it. The first ten people doubled the time, not because of any problems encountered, but the eleventh daddy's life span was extremely long, almost reaching four. At the point of five hundred years. But before the supreme real person was relieved, the twelfth person made his face suddenly change. This Su family ancestor has a life span of 800 years.

He is the supreme real person, who has lived for six hundred years, and is already the longest life immortal in the world. He had never heard of an immortal who lived to be 800 years in this world. He has experienced the sixth Heavenly Tribulation. He knows how terrifying the power of this Heavenly Tribulation is when it goes to the back. The 800-year-old immortal means that the other party has survived the Heavenly Tribulation at least seven times, and that person can be strong enough. He couldn't imagine how far.

It took him another 30 breaths to pass the twelfth Su family ancestor.

But the thirteenth place made his head shocked. This Su family ancestor has a life span of 1,400 years...

This is probably not the longevity that the realm of the immortal can reach...

The fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and their lifespans have increased geometrically, and the speed of the supreme real person's deduction has also begun to slow down, and his face gradually becomes pale, even Because of the loss of too much effort, and the internal breath is disordered.

There are only six people behind this, but they have allowed the Supreme Master to perform a full ten thousand years. This is undoubtedly a huge consumption for him, but he clenched his teeth and persevered. This is not how he cares about Su Muan. The promise, but as a monk, he instinctively yearned for such a powerful existence. At the same time, he was also very curious about what kind of character the seventeenth daddy Su Muan said, and whether this kind of existence is enough to compare with that one...

With such doubts, it took nearly half an hour to deduce the sixteenth ancestor of the Su family. At that time, the seventeenth slowly revealed his mysterious veil.

The Supreme Master took a deep breath.

He was a little excited, but also a little inexplicably apprehensive.

He tried to calm down the strangeness in his heart, and then proceeded with the deduction.

And such thoughts just arose, and the scenery in front of him suddenly darkened, as if the space was replaced at the same time, and he came into an endless darkness.

In the endless darkness, he vaguely saw a figure in front of him.

For no reason, there was a voice in his mind telling him that this was the ancestor of the Su family.

He exhausted all his strength to look.

He saw a figure from behind, a figure with a sword on his back.

He also saw the dark sky, with countless stars lit up, and among the stars, the seven most dazzling stars stood in the center like a king.

The figure has seven stars on his head, and his body slowly turns towards him~IndoMTL.com~ Madam Supreme's breathing becomes short.

But he still tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the figure clearly.

At that time, the man finally turned his body, looking into his eyes, a pair of eyes that burned like a blazing sun.

A majesty as if the Mount Tai was crushed on top, as if the prying **** was angry after being profaned, just a glance, the Supreme Real person was shocked.

Puff!

So under the surprised eyes of the people in Feng Lai Pavilion, the Supreme True Man spit out a mouthful of blood, and sat on the spot with a languid breath.

After a long time, the old man finally slowly raised his head and looked at Su Mu'an.

The look on his face was wilting, and after a while, he vomited four words weakly.

"He... is still alive..."