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"Immortal?" Long Zhongtian was stunned, and then laughed, "Mr. Deng, you are not the first to ask this question. I also asked Master that question back then. Guess what Master said?"

"How to say?"

Deng Hua can't wait to kick Long Zhongtian, at this time, it's a trick and he deserves a beating!As a martial idiot, Deng Hua has always had an extraordinary dream about Gu Wu. Even after his rebirth, he is already full of expectations for the things in the previous world novels.

Long Zhongtian suddenly became depressed: "According to Master, the last time a Xiantian master appeared in the school was in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. After that, there has never been a disciple who broke through the Xiantian. As for what kind of height the Xiantian has reached, it seems It’s okay to be over two hundred years old, I don’t know about the others.”

Is it just a lifespan of two hundred years?Deng Hua was a little disappointed. It seemed meaningless to have an extra 200 years of life.It's enough to be happy in this world for a while, otherwise, even if you don't die for a thousand years, what can you do?

If you live for thousands of years, do nothing or dream for a long time, you will be nothing but a walking dead!In the eyes of many people, longevity is already a happy thing, but the reborn Deng Hua already has higher pursuits.

After thinking about it, Deng Hua still took the piece of jasper, and played with the jasper, which was as warm and soft as a woman's catkin, and said, "Okay, I agree to your exchange, but I don't guarantee that I will win, I will do my best."

The two of them talked there like no one else was there, they didn't pay attention to the young masters of the family at all, Lin Haidong didn't dare to say a word.It's not easy for Young Master Lin to be so well-behaved. I'm afraid Long Zhongtian has given them a lot of trouble before, and Deng Hua won't be so narcissistic that he thinks that the young masters are afraid of him.

After all, Deng Hua didn't have the confidence of Long Zhongtian, he could ignore a few young masters and didn't need other people, just Lin Hailong jumped out, it was enough for Mr. Deng to drink a pot.Mr. Deng didn't think that if the Lin family really tried their best to deal with him, the Zhang family or Ma family would help him.

One must pay attention to the exchange of interests in doing things. Whether it is Zhang Lang or Ma Yi before, making friends with Deng Hua is also out of interests.There is no love for no reason, Deng Hua knows that he is far away from being on an equal footing with the princes of aristocratic families!

After the matter was settled, Long Zhongtian's expression relaxed a lot: "Young Master Zhang, this is your territory, what to eat, I'll be the host and you arrange it."

"How dare you ask Mr. Long to treat you!" Lin Haidong smiled obsequiously, "Cockroach, if you have any good things, feel free to bring them up. I'm going to treat you today!"

With this group of second-generation ancestors, Long Zhongtian drank until the early morning before Deng Hua returned to his room, but the beauties in YY did not appear in the room.Mr. Deng is a little disappointed, is Hui'er angry?Why didn't you come?This is the first time in Yanjing City to guard an empty room alone.

Mr. Deng's mind is full of the disappearance of Mo Shexiang. All the clues show that the disappearance of the woman is related to Qiao Dong.The problem is that Yanjing City is so big, if you hide more than a dozen people in any corner, don't try to find them, not to mention that Qiao Dong is still a local snake, and the Qiao family is deeply rooted in Yanjing City.

Yanjing City has always been a mixture of dragons and snakes. It is not only bright on the surface, but also has many undercurrents hidden in it.Prosperous and prosperous places have always been the focus of contention for underground forces, but they will not challenge the official bottom line like the one below.

Deng Hua took out the jasper that Long Zhongtian gave him, pondered it carefully, and finally found something different with his powerful five senses.The seemingly crystal-clear jasper surface was densely covered with scratches. Deng Hua pulled out a magnifying glass and examined it carefully under the lamp. It turned out to be finely carved characters.

Son of a bitch!It's all seal characters, isn't this embarrassing for Mr. Deng, you must know that Deng Hua only graduated from junior high school!Don't talk about Xiaozhuan, he doesn't even know a few traditional Chinese characters. It seems that Long Zhongtian still has some reservations, and deliberately created such a set of exercises. Do you want to fish?

The next day, Long Zhongtian came to invite Deng Hua: "Mr. Deng, there are a few friends who want to know you, please do me a favor!"

The meeting place is a very quiet teahouse. The teahouses in this kind of old alleys are usually imitated ancient buildings, and the door faces are old after decoration.This one is different. With Deng Hua's lack of knowledge, he also feels that this place is unusual.

Whether it is the lintel or the beams and columns, the wood reveals a vicissitudes of life. Although it has been repainted, it cannot hide the fine cracks.There is a pair of lion cubs in front of the door, the one on the left has a missing ear, it looks like it has been quite a few years.

Long Zhongtian noticed that Mr. Deng was looking at the lion, and chuckled: "Everyone will ignore it. I didn't expect Mr. Deng to be so careful. It is said that this lion was shown off by a Batulu 200 years ago. Swept off the ears."

The lion is not big, and the ear protrudes only three to five centimeters, but it is two to three centimeters thick.It is not difficult for Mr. Deng to knock off the ears carved out of the granite.

However, just knocking off the ear, the stubble seemed to be cut, and it didn't hurt the lion's head. The one who did it is definitely Batulu! 200 years ago, it was already the era of the end of the ancient martial arts. Deng Hua couldn't help yearning for such a master.

Walking into the teahouse, there is a faint smell of decay. Maybe an old house will have this feeling, but the artistic conception is good.Even the stairs seem to be old objects. When you step on them, the creaking sound is like a groan from history.

Prodigal son!Mr. Deng gave Long Zhongtian and his sect an appropriate name. A place with such a history has long been protected as a cultural relic after a few years. How could it be so ruined!

Treating cultural relics as teahouses, it is estimated that only the thousand-year-old sect has such a heritage. If it were an ordinary local tyrant, it would have been ruthlessly driven away.Mr. Deng believed that even with the influence of the Hong family, owning such an old house here would probably be nationalized.

Walking up to the third floor, the door of the private room on the opposite side was half closed, Long Zhongtian stood respectfully at the door: "Master, Mr. Deng is here!"

"Please, please come in!"

The sliding door was pushed open, and the old-fashioned window lattice was not transparent glass. For a while, Mr. Deng couldn't tell whether it was colored glaze or glass.It's just a translucent window, shrouding the whole room in darkness.

In the dim room, three people sat beside the Eight Immortals table. The host and guest of honor were two old people, and a middle-aged man was on the left.The eyes of the three people focused on Deng Hua, which actually brought him a vague pressure.

Are the three in front of you Long Zhongtian's disciples?The pressure of the two old men was fleeting, as if it were just a passing breeze.The middle-aged people are under the greatest pressure. It seems that the two old people are not strong enough to compete for victory.

Long Zhongtian took a step forward, stood beside the middle-aged man, and introduced to Deng Hua with a smile: "Mr. Deng, this is my mentor!"