"Immortal?" Long Zhongtian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Mr. Deng, you are not the first to ask this question, I also asked Master the same question back then.

"How?"

As a martial arts idiot, Deng Hua has always had an extraordinary dream of Gu Wu, and even after being reborn, he was already full of expectations for the things in the online novels in his previous life.

Long Zhongtian suddenly became depressed: "According to Master, the last time there was an innate master in the door was in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and since then, there has never been a person who has broken through the innate sect." As for what kind of height it has reached congenitally, it seems that it is no problem to be over 200 years old, and I don't know anything else. ”

Is it just a lifespan of 200 years? Deng Hua was a little disappointed, and it seemed that there was no point in having an extra 200 years of life. Life is just happy for a while, otherwise even if it is a thousand years of immortality, what can it do?

In the eyes of many people, a long life of 100 years is already a happy thing, but Deng Hua has a higher pursuit after being reborn.

After thinking about it, Deng Hua still took the piece of jasper, and played with the jasper with a gentle feel comparable to a woman's soft wattle, "Okay, I promise you the exchange, but I don't promise to win, I will do my best." ”

The two of them talked there as if no one was around, and they didn't look at the sons of the family at all, and 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 that Long Zhongtian didn't give them a lot of hardships before, and Deng Hua won't be so narcissistic as to think that a few sons are afraid of themselves.

After all, Deng Hua does not have the confidence of Long Zhongtian, he can ignore several sons of the family, and he doesn't need others, just Lin Hailong jumped out, which is enough for Deng Gongzi to drink a pot. Deng Gongzi didn't think that if the Lin family really tried their best to deal with him, the Zhang family or the Ma family would help him.

Do things to pay attention to the exchange of interests, whether it was Zhang Lang or Ma Yi before, befriending him Deng Hua was 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 several sons of the family!

After the matter was negotiated, Long Zhongtian's expression relaxed a lot: "Zhang Gongzi, this is your territory, what to eat, I will arrange it for you." ”

"How embarrassed to let Mr. Long have a treat!" Lin Haidong smiled flatteringly, "Cockroach, if you have any good things, just come up, brother is in a treat today!"

With these second ancestors, Long Zhongtian drank until the early hours of the morning, and Deng Hua returned to his room, and the beauty in YY did not appear in the room. Deng Gongzi was a little disappointed, was Hui'er angry? Why didn't he come? This is the first time in Yanjing City that he has been alone in an empty room.

Deng Gongzi's mind is full of the disappearance of Mo Haoxiang, and all the clues show that the woman's disappearance is related to Qiao Dong. The problem is that Yanjing City is so big, there are more than a dozen people hidden in a corner casually, don't try to find it, not to mention that Qiao Dong is still a local snake, and the Qiao family is even more deeply rooted in Yanjing City.

Yanjing City has always been mixed with dragons and snakes, not only the glamour on the surface, but also many undercurrents hidden in it. The prosperous and wealthy land has always been the focus of competition for underground forces, but it will not challenge the official bottom line like the following.

Deng Hua took out the jasper given to him by Long Zhongtian, carefully figured it out, and with his powerful five senses, he finally found a little different. The seemingly smooth and smooth surface of the jasper was densely covered with scratches, Deng Hua turned out a magnifying glass and carefully checked it under the lamp, and it was actually a fine micro-carved text.

Bastard! It's all seal characters, isn't it embarrassing for Deng Gongzi, you must know that Deng Hua is just a junior high school graduate! Don't say a small seal, even he doesn't know a few traditional characters, it seems that Long Zhongtian still has reservations, and deliberately made such a set of **, 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 appreciate the light!"

The meeting place is a very quiet teahouse, the teahouse in this old alley is usually an imitation of ancient buildings, and the façade is old after antique decoration. This house is different, with Deng Hua's lack of rich knowledge, he also feels that this place is unusual.

Whether it is the lintel or the beams and columns, the wood reveals a trace of vicissitudes, although it has been repainted, it cannot hide the fine cracks. A pair of little lions in front of the door, the one on the left with a broken ear, look at the stubble, it has been a long time.

Long Zhongtian noticed that Deng Gongzi looked at the lion and chuckled: "Everyone will ignore it, I didn't expect Deng Gongzi to be so careful." It is said that 200 years ago, the lion was swept off by a baturu in a show of force and swept off his ears with a palm. ”

The lion is not big, and the ear is only three or five centimeters protruding, but it is two or three centimeters thick. The ears carved out of the granite were knocked out with one palm, which was not a difficult thing for Deng Gongzi.

It's just that just knocking out the ear, the stubble seems to have been cut, and it didn't hurt the lion's head, and the one who did it was definitely called Baturu! Two hundred years ago, it was already the era of the end of the ancient martial arts, and there were such masters, Deng Hua couldn't help but yearn for it.

Walking into the teahouse, there is a faint smell of decay, maybe the old house, will have such a feeling, but the artistic conception is good. Even the staircase seems to be an old object, stepping on it, creaking and creaking, like a groan from history.

Deng Gongzi gave Long Zhongtian and his sect a proper title, such a historical place, after a few years, has long been regarded as a cultural relics protection, how can it be so ruined!

Treating cultural relics as teahouses, it is estimated that only the thousand-year-old sect has such a background, and if you are an ordinary local tyrant, you have long been ruthlessly driven away. Deng Gongzi believes that even with the power of the Hong family, if he owns such an old mansion here, he is afraid that it will be nationalized.

Walking up to the third floor, the door of the private room opposite was ajar, and 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 lattices were not transparent glass, and Deng Gongzi couldn't tell for a while whether it was glass or glass. It's just a translucent window that shrouds the whole room in darkness.

In the gloomy room, three people sat at the table of eight immortals, the host and the guest of honor were two old men, and a middle-aged man on the left. The eyes of the three of them were focused on Deng Hua, which actually brought him vague pressure.

The pressure of the two old men was fleeting, and it seemed that it was just a breeze passing by. The pressure on middle-aged people is the greatest, and it seems that the two old people do not have a strong desire to win.

Long Zhongtian took a step forward, stood beside the middle-aged man, smiled at Deng Hua and introduced: "Mr. Deng, this is my teacher!"