Xianxia: Big Brother Tianyongcheng

Xiao Yu nodded.

His consciousness was pulled away from the water unicorn, and he thought to himself:

"The cultivation of this water unicorn is far worse than that of the Xuanshui Black Snake, but it is only at the Nascent Soul stage. If I use Huang Mie and Fen Ji, I should be able to kill it, hehe."

Thinking like this in their hearts, they walked on footwork, and after about half a column of incense, they came to the ancestral hall of the ancestors.

Although there are no treasures in the ancestral hall, it is one of the most important places for the ancestors of all dynasties.

Since it is an important place, there are naturally people guarding it.

"Senior brother, this is Senior Brother Xiao from Tianyong City. He admires me for sending Patriarch Qingye, so he came here to pay homage. I hope Senior Brother will make it easier."

Zhang Fanchen said to the conservative senior brother.

"Junior brother, you know the rules of this sect. Without the order of the sect master, (Li Wangzhao) will not be allowed to enter the important places without authorization, so please go back."

The gatekeeper brother shook his face selflessly.

"But Senior Brother Xiao came all the way. He just wanted to put on a stick of incense, and he didn't do anything else. Couldn't he be tolerant?"

Zhang Fanchen tried his best.

"The rules are the rules. If everyone wants to understand, what rules are there? Wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"Why are you like this?"

Zhang Fanchen was a little angry.

The ancestral hall of the ancestors is not a treasure house. There is nothing except the spiritual tablet. What happened to the incense stick?Is it too much?Why can't it be tolerated?

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"The master has won the prize."

Xiao Yu walked towards the ancestral hall with brisk footwork, and said as he walked:

"At that time, the junior's cultivation base was low, and in the face of the strong blood-sucking monsters, they had to use some opportunistic means. In order to save the master's life, he had to take out the Forgetfulness Pill, and please don't blame the master."

As he spoke, he released his divine sense and glanced at the mountain where the ancestral hall was located.

He found that the entire mountain was deserted, except for an old sweeper, and there was not even a second person.

"In the face of a powerful enemy, choosing to outsmart is also a hero's true character."

Master Shui Meng said kindly: "Although Wang Qing Dan made me lose my memory, it saved my life. After returning to Zhuxian Mountain, Xue Er told me everything. Speaking of which, I should really thank you."

"Don't mention this Master Xie Zi again, otherwise it will be too raw."

Xiao Yu said these words, but his consciousness locked the old man sweeping the floor.

The old sweeper only had one arm, standing at the door of the ancestral hall with a broom in his hand, sweeping the leaves one by one.

His body was hunched, his face wrinkled, his movements sluggish, and his energy was weak, only his eyes were piercing.

"Well, the ancestral hall is here."

Master Shui Meng stopped in front of an ancestral hall.

When the old sweeper saw someone coming, he slowly stopped sweeping, his eyes fell on Shui Meng, his face was expressionless, he looked at Lu Xueer, Zhao Linger, Xiao Yu, and Zhang Fanchen one by one, without moving or speaking, but slowly retreating to the corner.

"Xiao Shaoxia, please wait outside the door to be wronged first, and I will go to pay homage to the ancestors of the past."

"It's okay, Master, please."

Xiao Yu smiled lightly and watched Master Shuiyue lead Lu Xueer into the ancestral hall.

He doesn't care about worship, the drunkard's intention is not drinking, his eyes naturally fall on the old man sweeping the floor.

The consciousness swept lightly on the old man, and he did not find any fluctuations in spiritual power. The old man was just like the old men in most villages, his face was wrinkled, his body was old, and he was unremarkable.

"It's hidden deep enough."

Xiao Yu looked at the old man sweeping the floor and murmured in amazement.

I'm afraid that looking at the whole world, except for Daoxuan, who thinks that only Xiao Yu knows the true identity of the old man sweeping the floor.

Wan Jianyi!

This is the name that suppressed an era!

He is the most amazing sword immortal among the predecessors of the previous generation of Zhu Xianzong!

He, a young man with high spirits, held a dragon-slaying sword, slaying demons and slaying demons, and marched forward, smashed into the depths of the desert, and captured the Holy Land of Demon Sect!Create a miracle!

He untied the veil of the demon saint Youji with his own hands, and after being cut off by the latter, he was still full of pride, his face did not change, and he praised Youji for her unparalleled beauty.

It was precisely because of this sentence that You Ji admired him, and for a hundred years, he never forgot it, and even never married.

Later, with his broken arm, he returned to Zhuxian Mountain and found that the leader Tian Chengzi had become a demon because of the Sword of Zhuxian!

He decisively raised his sword again, beheaded to become the head of the devil, broke into a catastrophe, became a traitor of the sect, and was sentenced to be beheaded in public, but he had no regrets or regrets.

Fortunately, the senior brother Daoxuan rescued him secretly, and saved him from the guillotine.