The sunset dissipated.

The Zhao royal mansion is unprecedentedly quiet.

The great hall that holds a thousand people, and no one speaks,

Looking at Chu Lingxiao, who was sitting there quietly drinking tea, everyone felt a numbness in their bodies, like a carved statue, and the expression on their faces stayed at a certain point in time, making people look depressed.

This......

Is this a dream?

Even Zhao Yongchang felt extremely unreal, as if he hadn't woken up yet, he looked at his hands and couldn't speak for a long time.

I, am I already the strongest in the Nine Qi Realm?

Why is it so easy?

No!

It should be said.

Why did Mr. casually let himself ascend to two realms in a row, reaching a realm that he could only hope for in this life?

This before and after.

The hall of the Zhao royal family with nearly 1,000 people is as silent as death!

Let the old patriarch ascend to two realms casually.

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

"No, it's not for the old patriarch to ascend to two realms, this should be said to be a gift!

It's incredible!

How can such a thing exist in this world!

Martial arts realm.

Especially at the level of a martial arts great master, every time he ascends to a realm, it is as difficult as ascending to the sky.

Talent aside.

Only chance and epiphany can help to improve.

How could there be anything like this?!

The supreme god list can't do it!

All the people of the Zhao clan couldn't think of words to describe their feelings at this time, they could only tell themselves over and over again in their hearts that this was not a dream, this was not a dream.

Otherwise.

They're going to faint with fear.

……

"Okay, now in Jinling City, among the four imperial capitals, no one is your opponent anymore. ”

Chu Lingxiao said lightly, his tone was still so indifferent, as if he casually gave others two realms, for him, it was so natural, like a trivial matter of sesame seeds.

"Thank you, sir, you are simply a fairy!"

Zhao Yongchang admired the five-body throw, and he had not moved for more than a hundred years, and he crossed it so easily, which is really unheard of.

He said respectfully:

"Sir, you are worthy of being an existence that can make Grandmaster Eight Qi Realm masters like Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow. ”

"It's unimaginable!"

Rumble!

In a flash.

Hearing this, all the people of the Zhao clan in the entire hall felt a chill in their backs, and their frightened hearts twitched.

Hear the name.

Everyone was stunned and shocked.

Did you hear that right?!

Let Grandmaster Chen Daoji kneel and kowtow?

Isn't that ...... Some time ago, it was rumored that the royal taboo in the entire Huaxia was prevalent, Chu Lingxiao!

He turned out to be Chu Lingxiao!

Perhaps realizing what he said that he shouldn't have said, Zhao Yongchang reprimanded in a low voice

"Everyone listen, about the identity of Mr., whoever dares to reveal it will be expelled from the Zhao royal family!"

After speaking, Zhao Yongchang seemed to be a little unsatisfied:

"And sir, you......"

……

"If you have a question, just ask, don't be fussed. Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao seemed to know what Zhao Yongchang was thinking, and his tone was indifferent.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from my husband. ”

Zhao Yongchang's old face flushed:

"Please sir later, I'll be back soon. ”

After speaking.

people, left the lobby.

It didn't take a minute.

Under the puzzled gaze of all the Zhao clansmen, Zhao Yongchang took a painting scroll in his hand, returned to the lobby, and carefully handed it to the table next to Chu Lingxiao.

Chu Lingxiao glanced at it, and his gaze suddenly changed slightly.

The scroll was housed in a glass box, and although it looked old, it was still lifelike.

"This ancient painting has been passed down from my Zhao royal family thousands ......of years ago to the present," Zhao Yongchang hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not, after all, he felt that this matter was too ridiculous.

"If you have something in your heart, you will speak. Picking up the teacup, Chu Lingxiao's tone was indifferent.

"Yes. ”

Zhao Yongchang nodded, and his tone became more and more respectful:

"After Mr. left, I forgot to ask him something. ”

"It's this ancient painting, and one of the people depicted in it is very similar to what the gentleman is wearing today. ”

This ancient painting.

When it first reached him, Zhao Yongchang didn't think much about it, just regarded it as a coincidence and didn't think about it again.

After all, there are too many people dressed similarly in this world.

But since Chu Lingxiao reappeared.

Zhao Yongchang suddenly remembered this matter again.

And he never thought of it.

A hundred years later, Mr. is still alive and young!

Could it be that Mr. Cheng, has some relationship with the person in the painting thousands of years ago?

"Sir, I won't hide it from you, the person in this painting, that thin little boy, is the ancestor of my Zhao royal family. ”

This doubt, Zhao Yongchang has held it in his heart for more than a hundred years, and he has been puzzled, and when he reunites with Chu Lingxiao, he naturally wants to know the answer:

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

The scroll slowly opens.

I don't know how long the ancient paintings have been sealed in the dust are once again presented in the eyes of all the Zhao clansmen.

They couldn't help but come closer.

Looking at the painting hanging on the wall, Zhao Ningyu wondered a little in her heart, it was the first time she had seen this painting, but why did the person in the white robe in the painting only draw one side?

I can only vaguely feel that it is a young man.

Millennia ago.

Why did a young man let the ancestor who sat down as an emperor deliberately paint this picture?

And.

This...... There are few inscriptions on it, and one of them seems to be different from the others, and it is not the same person.

Odd.

It's so weird!

Who dares to inscribe a word in the painting of the emperor's ancestors?

Zhao Ning was puzzled.

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

Could it be that this thousand-year-old doubt, can this royal taboo give an answer?

"Bring pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Chu Lingxiao didn't answer directly, but answered some questions that were not what he asked.

Although Zhao Yongchang was puzzled, he still ordered someone to bring the ink treasure treasured by the Zhao royal family.

Forthwith.

Chu Lingxiao picked up the brush and gently wrote a word on this ancient painting - life!

Write it word for word.

The white robe has already left.

Leaving only the ancient painting next to Zhao Yongchang, whose eyes were glazed, looked at the word of life, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

"An ancient painting thousands of years ago, this life word is exactly the same as what Mr. wrote!" Zhao Yongchang had a look of shock on his face, but he was speechless.

This ancient painting.

It was painted by the ancestor of the emperor, and that line of words is the same.

And that one-life word.

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

But now.

How can the handwriting of a thousand years ago be ......

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

Hiss!

Zhao Yongchang gasped, frightened.

In the lobby, all the people of the Zhao clan are extremely close to petrification.

"Millennium?"

Standing on the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain, overlooking the entire ancient capital of Jinling, in Chu Lingxiao's eyes, it was like a drop in the ocean, so insignificant, he sighed:

"My years are more than a thousand years. ”