Mythological origin

Chapter 206
After hearing Bai Mo's words, the old housekeeper glanced at the sword in the opponent's hand with some doubts, and immediately noticed the clue.

This seems to be the inherited sword lost by Zhuangai for hundreds of years!

As an old man who has served in the villa for decades, old man Ning knows all kinds of history in it. No one in the historian does not know this inherited object that disappeared with a certain owner of the villa.

Because of the disappearance of this lineage, the most powerful line in the family was lost, and it had to be strategically shrunk for nearly 200 years before gradually recovering.

……

Since Bai Mo offered to return the inherited sword that had been lost for hundreds of years, Steward Ning didn't ask why.

He couldn't understand what kind of cultivation this senior was, and he didn't have the feeling of refining Qi, nor did he resemble the coercion of the family's foundation-building ancestor.

It's just that as soon as the body is within three meters of the opponent, there is a weird sense of threat like a thorn on the back, and both temples are pointed at by swords.

Although the old housekeeper has no spiritual roots and cannot cultivate immortals, he has already practiced martial arts to the top. He has also killed several monks in the early stage of qi refining with his sharp sword in family wars in decades.

But even so, he still felt insecure when facing Bai Mo, secretly telling everyone not to get too close to him.

The matter was of great importance. After confirming Bai Mo's intentions, everyone quickly embarked on the journey 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.

……

"The former convenience is Fengtian City, a big city under the rule of Xuanjian Villa, and the owner of the villa has already held a banquet for the seniors in the City Lord's Mansion to cleanse the dust."

Butler Ning walked to the front of the line and introduced to Bai Mo behind him.

Bai Mo looked up.

In the distance is a city with a very obvious ancient style.

There are towering walls and several acropolis outside the city.

The moat surrounding the city.

There are faintly visible crowds queuing up near the city gate to enter the city.

Nothing special, but nothing weird either.

They are from the city lord's mansion, so naturally they don't have to queue with Kuhaha.

The guards in the city knew that this group of white-clothed swordsmen were the direct descendants of Xuanjian Villa to which the city lord belonged.

As for the leading old housekeeper, he is someone who even the city lord should treat each other with courtesy.

Xuanjian Villa manages a total of five cities, and this Fengtian City is one of them. The owner of the city has been held by people from Xuanjian Villa for many years. The court basically turns a blind eye to such matters.

After all, the so-called imperial court and royal family in this area are only a foundation cultivator in the background, and everyone has retired from the same ancestor, so everyone can give each other some face, and it is almost enough.

……

"Senior Shenzong is here, and the younger generation is welcome."

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, Bai Mo saw a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, welcoming him with a smile on his face.

The scenes at the scene were 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 cultivating immortals.

The rich man's name is Shi Lin'an, and he is the head of the current historian family. Like the one who disappeared 600 years ago, he also has the late stage of Qi refining.

It's just that he knows his own aptitude, he has long given up the idea of ​​building a foundation, and returned to the family to preside over the work as the head of the family.

"polite."

Bai Mo seldom engages in such diplomatic rhetoric, and there were only a group of acquaintances in the circle before, so he really had no experience in dealing with such occasions.

Looking at this Shi Lin'an, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when he was young, pointing Fang Qiu to his later assistant Chen Xi and her grandfather.

In a blink of an eye, that was almost 600 years ago.

Perhaps because of his physique, Chen Xi's grandfather was not as lucky as Liu Zhen and others later on. As early as 300 years ago, he had gone mad in a practice and passed away.

As Bai Mo's first real angel investor, it was a pity that he didn't show his face at the other party's funeral.

At that time, he happened to be sleeping in the Daochen Realm and didn't know the news.

"Senior came from afar, my Xuanjian Villa is full of splendor..."

Shi Lin'an, who had already received the news, inspected the sword in Bai Mo's hand from the corner of his eye while blowing rainbow farts.

He also couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation level, unlike Qi Refining cultivator or Foundation Establishment cultivator, but the huge threat perceived by the soul was real.

The guy in front of him could kill himself with only one sword.

As for the possibility that the other party is the Patriarch of Jindan... It's not that he hasn't thought about it, but in this area, every Jindan monk has a name and surname, and he has never heard of such a person who claims to be Shenzong.

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The scale of this banquet is already the highest standard that historians can come up with, but the singing and dancing, delicious food, it seems that it doesn't seem to arouse much interest in the person in front of him.

Shi Lin'an and the city lord Fengtian, who were accompanying him, kept observing Bai Mo the whole time.

The two of them are definitely not unknown people around here, but in the eyes of the other party, they seem to be inexplicably, yes, dust.

Like dust.

Bai Mo's response was like a machine with a programmed program.

Not only because of his personality, but of course it is also because he hasn't figured out what kind of attitude he should use to face the world.

In a sense, I can be regarded as a "fourth natural disaster" in a sense.

Maybe at a certain stage in this real game, there will be an NPC that is temporarily unbeatable, but death is nothing more than restarting, all his memories, even the arranged cheats will not disappear.

Play casually, live crazy, there is no problem.

But Bai Mo also knows that these are real people, not real NPCs, their heads are not leeks, and they won't respawn after they die.

"Forget it." When the banquet was halfway through, Bai Mo gently raised his hand.

"Senior, what's the matter?"

"Take me directly to his tomb."

At this time, Bai Mo is like a player in the game who loses patience with going through the motions and directly fast-forwards the content of the NPC's dialogue to accelerate the start of the next stage of the plot.

"You mean...the fifth Patriarch of No.30?"

"Probably, this sword was given to me before he died, so that I can bring it back if I have a chance." Bai Mo said the truth calmly.

He didn't think about how much shock this sentence would bring to the people present.

600 years, this sword has disappeared for 600 years!

The ancestor of Jindan only lived for more than five hundred years.

"No wonder I haven't heard of it..." Shi Lin'an finally understood what was going on, the other party was not Jindan at all, but a super big shot above the ancestor of Jindan!

He is a Qi-refining cultivator, the highest-ranking boss I have ever heard of, that is, the Patriarch of Jindan, and the higher-ups, not to mention his surname, even the division of ranks is not clear.

(End of this chapter)