Mu Xuechen's heart was shocked, who was this old man in front of him? He actually guessed his identity just by walking into the bamboo forest from outside the bamboo forest, not to mention cultivation, he was very capable in his eyes alone! Instead, he couldn't see through this person's cultivation realm.

"The old man's eyes are like torches, and he is the evil son who was promoted as the first son, but it is just a little false name, not enough to worry about. "Now that the other party has guessed his identity, if Mu Xuechen wants to deny it, it will be a little boring;

After Mu Xuechen finished speaking, he walked directly to the opposite of the old man, sat down, put the three bamboo cups away, and unceremoniously began to pour tea by himself, Zhao Xinrong and Wu Die'er did not say a word, but followed Mu Xuechen left and right, and also sat down.

"Haha, it's funny, it's really funny, the old man thinks that the evil boy has an extraordinary appearance, and his behavior is also personable, but at this moment, he wants to drink my tea without the permission of the old man, it's really rude!" The old man suddenly laughed, although he blamed Mu Xuechen for his rudeness, but in fact, he didn't look angry at all.

For example, now, I want to drink it, I don't want to drink, even if the knife is on my neck, I won't drink it! Wouldn't it be happy if everything was as I wanted it?" Mu Xuechen picked up the bamboo cup and drank it all in one cup of tea.

The old man nodded, and said: "The world often says that the person who tastes tea is the state of mind, like the evil son, who knows the essence of tea?"

"No, I'm just thirsty now, and I'm drinking tea at the moment, just to quench my thirst, not for the so-called tea ceremony. Mu Xuechen picked up the teapot again and continued to pour tea.

"The old man has long heard that Tiannan is evil, and he is both good and evil, and he does things according to his own preferences. The old man smiled and said calmly: "I don't know what to call these two red faces of the evil son?"

"The seniors misunderstood, this is the righteous sister under the line. Mu Xuechen looked at Zhao Xinrong and explained: "And this girl is the daughter of the dancer of Tiannan Jingguo Mansion. ”

When the old man heard Mu Xuechen say the identity of the dancing butterfly, the killing intent in his eyes flashed, but it was soon perfectly hidden, and his face was still unmoved: "It turned out to be the daughter of a dignified dancer, fortunately, I will be lucky!"

"The seniors are tormented, and Die'er is very frightened!" Butterfly responded elegantly and politely.

Although the killing intent in the old man's eyes disappeared in an instant before, Zhao Xinrong and Wu Die'er didn't notice it in the slightest, but Mu Xuechen was clear to the killing intent in the old man's eyes, but Mu Xuechen also pretended not to see it, continued to talk and laugh, and asked suspiciously: "I don't know what the seniors call it, what's the matter with letting me wait in?"

"Hehe......" The old man smiled, and did not answer Mu Xuechen, but said to himself: "Evil son Tianzong genius, looking at the world today, the old man has only seen a person whose talent is comparable to yours, but that person is far away in the Western Regions. And now that decades have passed, if nothing else, that person should already be the first person in the Western Regions. As he spoke, the old man had a look of remembrance on his face.

"The seniors are well-informed, and I admire them!" Mu Xuechen said sincerely.

"The old man has been living in seclusion here for more than ten years, and you are still my first guest. The old man took a sip of tea and looked at Mu Xuechen.

Mu Xuechen was puzzled, but he still nodded calmly and said, "Senior, it's okay to say it." ”

After thinking for a long time, the old man's eyes suddenly became distant, a touch of sadness appeared in his eyes, nostalgia, and he said after a long time: "Have you heard of the Northern Chu Tiandu?"

"The younger generation has heard of it!" Mu Xuechen nodded, and was even more puzzled in his heart, this Northern Chutian was the largest city in the north decades ago, and its strength was strong, and the city lord Chu Feiyun at that time was the peak master of the Martial Emperor, commanding martial arts, don't dare to disobey! It's just that I don't know why, twenty years ago, the mighty Northern Chu Tiandu was destroyed overnight, and the head of the city lord Chu Feiyun was also cut off and hung on the city wall for three days and three nights, and who destroyed the Northern Chu Tiandu, and what forces came from no one still knows, this is a mystery case in the martial arts for hundreds of years.

Besides, the strength of the Northern Chu Tiandu at that time was one of the best sects in the martial arts, and how powerful was the person who could silently destroy such a force? Therefore, although the Northern Chu Tiandu was destroyed at the beginning, which caused a shock in the rivers and lakes, no one investigated, and no one dared to investigate!

Moreover, since the Northern Chutian Capital was destroyed, so far, no one has dared to enter Chutian City!

"The old man wants to ask the evil boy for something!" the old man's eyes flashed with tears, and his tone was pleading.

Mu Xuechen frowned and said: "Seniors, please forgive the juniors for bluntly saying that this Chutian City is a place of right and wrong; moreover, according to rumors, there was once a Martial Emperor Realm and several Martial Venerable Realm masters who entered Chutian City, but the next day they were killed and thrown out of the city! ”

Although the old man didn't say what was the matter, he guessed at once that this old man must be letting himself enter Chutian City! Therefore, Mu Xuechen simply refused without waiting for him to say it.

"The evil boy is too worried, those people were the descendants of my Chu Tiancheng at the beginning, they entered the city and were killed because they were from the Northern Chu Tiandu, and you are not, think about it, the other party just doesn't want the people from the Northern Chu Tiandu to enter, and others should be fine!" the old man said slowly and uncertainly.

"The senior also said that it should be, who can be sure that the other party just doesn't want to let the people of the Northern Chu Tiandu in?" Mu Xuechen still politely refused.

"Alas......" The old man sighed and said helplessly: "That's it, let's not hide it, the old man is Chu Huaiyang, who was known as the Bloody Sword Venerable in the rivers and lakes decades ago! As he spoke, Chu Huaiyang took out a painting from his arms, the painting was a girl in white, the girl's facial features were exquisite, the country was captivating, with a gentle smile on her face, one hand caressing a wisp of green silk hanging from her forehead, and the other hand held a pink hairpin, at the top of the hairpin, a red gemstone seemed to exude dazzling brilliance.

The portrait is lifelike, and in the upper right of the portrait, a poem is written:

The fragrance of the wine residue is elegant,

The sky is lonely and obsessive;

Yao asked Junqing when he would return?

Dreams turn a thousand times and rain continues.

The jade silk brocade box is red and dark,

Roller blinds are embroidered with phoenix curtains.