Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 983
An Qingli contacted An Shaoyi through Yuanguang technique.

An Shaoyi has been delayed for thousands of years, and he has been distracted to learn art from the national teacher, and his cultivation is still in the late stage of Da Luo Jinxian.

"Qingli, what's the matter?" An Shaoyi stayed in a room full of runes, and there were many divination objects on the table in front of him.

An Qingli said through the Yuanguang mirror: "There is a guard who said that he is the ancestor of my ancestor. Please help me to confirm it."

An Shaoyi said: "Is there any? I don't know about this."

He was forced to stay in the Holy Demon Kingdom, and he didn't know many things.

What's more, some of the An family are in the Qian Empire, and some of the An family are in the Holy Demon Country, or other countries, and they have multiplied for tens of thousands of years, that is, they have the same surname, so there is no friendship.

An Qingli looked at the border guard.

The guard said loudly: "An Shaoyi, you are not filial to your grandson, I am your third uncle, do you remember?"

Third uncle?
An Qingli thought about it for a while, if it was really Patriarch Shaoyi's third uncle, then Patriarch Baichang worshiped by An's family.

That is, the ancestor whose innate aptitude was mediocre among the Ascenders, but his luck was top notch. He went to another world by chance, picked up the "Eight Desolation Nether Art", and married and had children in another world.

An Qingli was able to rely on Netherfire, thanks to that Patriarch Baichang.

An Shaoyi said: "It doesn't sound like it sounds, show your face and let me see."

Because both he and An Qingli were prominent in these years, there were many marriages of various kinds.

And some of them are completely irrelevant, even with his surname, and they all lick their faces to seek benefits.

It's too much trouble.

The body of An Qingli's guardian is as old as bark, so he can't see his true colors.

Moreover, the guard's body was injured inside, and his bone age could not be determined for sure, so it was difficult to confirm his identity.

Border guards are not allowed to leave the border half an inch, so they cannot go to the Yuanguang mirror.

An Qingli was not allowed to enter Xianzong's country without permission, so An Qingli had no choice but to inform An Shaoyi of the guardian's situation.

The next moment, An Shaoyi's Dharma image stepped out of the Yuanguang mirror, and came to An Qingli's side with a sense of elegance.

An Qingli and An Shaoyi looked at the person who was suspected to be the ancestor of Baichang together.

"Yo, the little six is ​​promising." The guardian subconsciously blocked the iron chain on his feet, but he had an ugly smile on his face, "You can even come through the mirror."

An Shaoyi looked at the man carefully for a moment, then sighed: "The mouth is harder than the bone, it's the third uncle."

"Patriarch Baichang?" An Qingli confirmed again.

"It's me." The guard pulled his face and said, "Your ancestor's ancestor, your ancestor's ancestor."

An Qingli was in a complicated mood, and bowed her hands as a greeting to this suffering ancestor, and said: "Dare to ask the ancestor, what crime did you suffer, and why did you get sent down here?"

Patriarch Baichang pulled the loose flesh on his body, and said calmly: "Head is hard, I went to a cursed place, and came back with my life, that's what it looks like. The sect doesn't allow me to break the rules, just I was fined to guard the border here for 10 years. I have been guarded for 300 years, and there are 700 years left."

The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, and he gave the Patriarch Baichang a thumbs up.

Knowing that it is a cursed place and still going there, it is really hard.

It is impossible to say that the cursed land lived with real gods.

Patriarch Baichang pulled his old face again.

The next moment, An Shaoyi's real body appeared, and together with An Qingli, they crossed the junction and went to Patriarch Baichang.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

An Shaoyi sighed.

An Qingli also looked at this old ancestor who was relying on luck.

But speaking of it, she, An Qingli, was a little foolish, but An Qingli would not rush to it, and went to the cursed land without any means of coping.

Three people surnamed An gathered together.

An Qingli and An Shaoyi, one on the left and one on the right, held the guard's wrist each, and operated the high-level "All Things Rejuvenation Formula" to heal his injuries.

It should be the first time that this kind of high-standard service has appeared, even Que Yao Danzun and the Supreme Emperor are served by An Shaoyi alone every time.

But this kind of cursed injury is extremely difficult to remove. What the two juniors can do now is to let the other party recover more.

Bi Fangniao flapped its wings and asked, "Divinator, can you freely enter and leave the Qian Empire?"

An Shaoyi said: "If you need to go to Shendan Mansion frequently to look after Que Yao Danzun, you have this privilege."

Bi Fangniao asked again: "Guardian, are you impatient and think you have had enough, so you go to the cursed land?"

Patriarch Baichang said: "Those unknown places tempt me all the time, they are the ones who made the first move."

An Qingli twitched her mouth slightly again, and suddenly thought of the master Mu Sheng who made the Feisheng Pill in advance, who also made the Pill first.

And that Que Yao Danzun, who knew that his body was going downhill, but still wanted to refine the divine pill, was also the first mover of the divine pill.

They are all idiots.

An Shaoyi grabbed a piece of loose skin of Patriarch Baichang and pulled it hard.

The loose epidermis has been torn for a long time, similar to pulled noodles.

An Qingli glanced at An Shaoyi, the filial Shaoyi patriarch.

An Shaoyi smiled nonchalantly: "When he was in the lower realm, he was disrespectful and pulled my legs and arms like this."

And at that time, which one of the An family's children didn't have his legs and arms pulled upside down, this old guy was the nightmare of the An family's children at that time.

Patriarch Baichang shook his loose face and said, "I don't want to see my good grandson Shaoyi's old-fashioned, just tease me if I have nothing to do."

As he spoke, he reached out and twisted An Shaoyi's creamy skin.

An Shaoyi already had outstanding facial features, and he also practiced "The Jue of Rejuvenation of All Things", so his beauty naturally needs no further description.

This is a man who looks cleaner than Shangshan, no wonder he has provoked a love affair between different races.

An Qingli glanced at the astonishingly beautiful An Shaoyi, and then at the sagging An Baichang, sighing.

Little Pegasus, who hadn't talked about other people's luck for a long time, suddenly said: "Master, you ancestor, you are indeed lucky. It seems that you should not die after breaking into the cursed land, and you and An Shaoyi can meet again." Good luck to him."

"Huh?" An Qingli pondered, suddenly seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Patriarch Baichang stood up, shaking his lazy body, and asked refreshedly.

It has to be said that the two juniors of his family, this set of healing skills is really wonderful, and it is worth a thousand dollars.

The cold bones all over the body seemed to have been basked in the warm sun, so comfortable.

How many years have not been so comfortable!

An Qingli smiled and said: "I don't know if you can take a leave of absence temporarily for your errand. I happen to be free, and I will take you to meet two idiots."

"Idiot?" An Baichang had iron chains on his feet, and happily jumped a few steps in the sky.

"Yes, idiot." An Qingli said, "A idiot who can't control his hands and heart, he doesn't want to die."

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(End of this chapter)