Sorry,I've Been Invincible for a Billion Years

The sunset is gone.

Zhao's royal residence, unprecedented quiet.

There is no one talking in the hall where thousands of people can live.

looking at Chu Lingxiao sitting quietly drinking tea, everyone feels numb, just like a carved statue. The expression on his face always stays at a certain point in time, which makes people look dejected.

This

Is this a dream?

Zhao Yongchang felt very unreal, as if he had not woken up. He looked at his hands and couldn't speak for a long time.

Am I already the best of nine Qi?

Why is it so simple?

No!

It should be said.

Why did Mr. Wang let himself go up to two levels and reach the level that he could only hope for in his whole life?

It's back and forth.

The hall of Zhao's royal family with nearly a thousand people is as silent as death!

Let the old patriarch rise to two places.

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

"no, it's not for the old clan leader to be promoted to two levels, it's a gift! Give the old patriarch two realms! "

It's incredible!

In this world, how can there be such a thing!

The realm of martial arts.

Especially at the level of the great master of martial arts and Taoism, it's hard to get to the top of the world every time you go to the top of the world.

Let go of talent.

Only chance and epiphany can contribute to ascension.

How can there be a situation like this?!

It's impossible to be the supreme god!

All the Zhao people can't think of words to describe their feelings at this time. They can only tell themselves again and again that this is not a dream, this is not a dream.

Otherwise.

They're all going to faint.

……

"Well, now Jinling City, one of the four imperial capitals, is no longer your opponent."

Chu Lingxiao light voice, tone is still so indifferent, as if casually give others two territory, for him, is so natural, like a sesame seed of small things.

"Thank you very much, sir. You've been relegated to the world!"

Zhao Yongchang's admiration for his five bodies. He had not moved the ridge for more than a hundred years, and it was so easy to cross it. It was really unheard of.

He respectfully said:

"Sir, you are worthy of being able to make master Chen Daoji and other eight Qi masters kneel down and kowtow."

"It's hard to imagine!"

Boom!

In a flash.

Smell speech, the whole hall of all the Zhao clan, all back feel a cold, scared heart all fierce a smoke.

I heard the name.

All the people were stunned and shocked.

Did you hear me right?!

Master Chen must kowtow?

Isn't that Some time ago, it was widely spread that Chu Lingxiao was a royal taboo in China!

He is Chu Lingxiao!

Perhaps realizing what he said he shouldn't, Zhao Yongchang said in a low voice, "listen up, everyone. Who dares to reveal the identity of Mr. Zhao will be expelled from the Zhao family!"

After that, Zhao Yongchang seemed to have some more ideas:

"and you, sir..."

……

"Ask if you have any questions. Don't falter." Pick up the cup, Chu Lingxiao seems to know what Zhao Yongchang thought, tone indifferent.

"I knew you couldn't, sir."

Zhao Yongchang's old face is red:

, "please, sir, I'll be back soon."

Finish.

People, left the lobby.

Not a minute passed.

Under the puzzled eyes of all the Zhao people, Zhao Yongchang returned to the lobby with a scroll in his hand and carefully handed it to Chu Lingxiao on the table next to him.

Chu Lingxiao took a look, and his eyes suddenly changed.

This scroll is packed in a glass box. Although the scroll looks old, it is still vivid.

"This ancient painting has been handed down by the Zhao family since thousands of years ago..." Zhao Yongchang hesitated. He didn't know whether to say it or not. After all, he felt that it was too absurd.

"If you have something in mind, say it." Chu Lingxiao's tone was calm when he lifted the tea cup.

"Yes."

Zhao Yongchang nodded, and his tone became more respectful:

"after my husband left that year, he forgot to ask him something."

"It's this ancient painting. One of the people in it is very similar to the clothes of today's husband."

This is an ancient painting.

When it first came to him, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much, just as a coincidence, he didn't think about it any more.

After all, there are too many people in the world who dress alike.But since Chu Lingxiao appeared again.

Zhao Yongchang thought of it again.

And he never thought of it.

One hundred years later, my husband is still alive, still so young!

Is there any connection between Mr. Nan Cheng and the man in the painting a thousand years ago?

"To tell you the truth, sir, the man in the painting, the thin little boy, is the ancestor of my Zhao family."

Zhao Yongchang has been holding this doubt in his heart for more than a hundred years. He has been puzzled about it. When he meets Chu Lingxiao again, he naturally wants to know the answer:

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

The scroll opens slowly.

I don't know how long the ancient paintings have been buried in the dust. They are once again in the eyes of all the Zhao people.

They couldn't help coming closer.

Looking at the painting hanging on the wall, Zhao Ning Yu was a little puzzled. It was the first time that she saw the painting, but why did the man in the white robe draw only one side?

I can only vaguely feel that it's a young man.

A thousand years ago.

Why can a young man let his ancestor, who was the emperor, paint this painting?

What's more.

This There are only a few inscriptions on it, one of which seems to be different from other handwriting and is not the work of the same person.

Strange.

How strange!

Who dares to write a word in the painting of the emperor's ancestor?

Zhao Ning was puzzled.

Similarly, all the Zhao people in this hall are puzzled.

Can this royal taboo give an answer to the question of a thousand years ago?

"Bring the ink, paper and inkstone." Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, on the contrary, he didn't answer what he asked.

Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered people to take the ink treasures collected by the Zhao family.

Immediately.

Chu Lingxiao picked up the brush and wrote down a word "life" on the ancient painting!

One word.

The white robe has gone.

Zhao Yongchang, with dull eyes beside the ancient paintings, could not help shaking when he looked at the word "life".

"as like as two peas ago, the ancient Chinese painting was written in a thousand years ago." Zhao Yongchang's face was shocked, but he was speechless.

This is an ancient painting.

It was painted by the emperor's ancestor, and so was the line.

And that word of life.

It is very likely that it was left by the young man in white robes in the painting.

But now.

How could the handwriting of a thousand years ago

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

Hiss!

Zhao Yongchang took in the cold air and was scared out of his wits.

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

"Millennium?"

Standing on the top of Kunlun snow mountain and overlooking the whole ancient capital of Jinling, Chu Lingxiao saw it as insignificant as a drop in the ocean. He sighed: "my years are more than a thousand years."