Hearing Ao Fenggu's words, Duan Litian breathed a sigh of relief, "Since there is Manqing, there is no problem." ”

The two talked for a while, Duan Litian raised his glass frequently, Ao Fenggu drank a few bowls, a little drunk, and said that he didn't want to drink anymore.

"If you drink it again, you'll get drunk. Ao Fenggu shirked.

Duan Litian put down his wine glass a little unnaturally, and squeezed out a smile, Ao Fenggu could clearly feel that there was a gap between the two.

A martial artist can dissolve the power of alcohol with his true qi, and he can naturally drink to his heart's content, without worrying about getting drunk at all.

Ao Fenggu explained: "Uncle Duan, don't get me wrong, I'm a mortal now, I can't dissolve my alcohol, and for some reason, I can't get drunk. ”

Duan Litian was surprised, "How is it possible? You are obviously in the Human Emperor realm." ”

Ao Fenggu smiled bitterly, and briefly said the matter of the reverse growth of the martial tree, Duan Litian came back to his senses for a long time, his expression was much darker, and he let out a long sigh, "I didn't feel the fluctuation of your breath before, and I thought it was you who restrained your breath, but I didn't expect you to ......."

The closed disciple of Emperor Guilai, who was once a human emperor, was actually reduced to a mortal.

The two talked for a while, and Duan Litian had something to do, so he said goodbye and left.

It didn't take long for Ao Fenggu to settle the bill, and as soon as he walked to the door, he happened to run into the rosacea storyteller.

"Do you believe in your fate?" asked the old man suddenly.

Ao Fenggu was slightly stunned.

The old man continued: "There are days in the underworld, and some people always want to go against the sky, but they are suppressed by the way of heaven and will never be able to turn over. ”

Ao Fenggu frowned.

The old man with rosacea walked out, and the little girl behind him wore a double ponytail, holding a shabby erhu, and said crisply: "Big brother, please let go." ”

Ao Fenggu got out of the way, and the grandfather and grandson left Wanxiang Restaurant and came to a low wooden house next to it, the old man took out the key and unlocked it, pushed the door in.

The small wooden house was originally a small food shop, and it was there that Ao Fenggu first met Emperor Guilai.

Ao Fenggu thought for a moment and followed.

The tables and chairs in the snack shop were gone, and they were changed to the appearance of their daily residence, and the little girl with a double ponytail put down her erhu and found that Ao Fenggu came in, so she was not surprised, but asked, "Does the big brother want to drink tea?"

Ao Fenggu snorted.

The little girl with two ponytails put the tea leaves into a bowl, took the iron kettle from the stove, made tea, brought it over, and put it on the table in front of Ao Fenggu.

There is only one bed, a table and two chairs in the room, and it seems that there are no guests in normal times.

The old man came from the inner courtyard and sat down on another chair, "You came with me, what is the matter?"

Ao Fenggu said, "There used to be an old woman living here, who opened a restaurant. "The meaning is obvious, it is you doves who occupy the magpie's nest.

"The old woman is dead, and I have buried her in the osmanthus hill outside the city," the old man poured himself a bowl of tea, "and this house belonged to the emperor, and after he left, he gave it to me." ”

Ao Fenggu's expression froze, and he asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"I'm just a bad old man. The old man took a sip of tea, put it down, and took a wine bag from his waist, and was about to drink it, when the little girl sitting on the bed glared fiercely, and the old man pleaded and said, "Take a sip, just take a sip!"

"You're a monk!" said the little girl angrily.

The rosacea-nosed old man scratched his head, "That's all in the past, haven't you seen that grandpa has grown so many troubles? ”

The little girl puffed out her cheeks angrily, but she no longer stopped it.

The old man took a sip, but the whole sac dried up, and he wiped his mouth and burped contentedly.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. The rosacea-nosed old man put down his wine bag and said with a mouthful of wine, "Until today, fate has arrived." ”

Ao Fenggu bowed and bowed, "What does the old gentleman have to teach you?"

can get to know the emperor, and the old man in front of him is naturally not a mortal.

"Don't be so polite, I'm just a bad old man with half a foot in the coffin," said the rosacea-nosed old man, "but there are some things I want to talk to you about." ”

Ao Fenggu sat up straight and listened.

The old man with rosacea said: "I was born in a small village in the south, when I was a child, I often dreamed, dreamed of some strange pictures, children are not sensible, and I did not take these dreams to heart, until I was nine years old, I dreamed of a flood flooded the mountain village, my father and mother, and the whole village, were swallowed by the flood, I was frightened, and told my father and mother about this dream, but my father and mother did not care. ”

"Half a month later, there was a torrential rain, and the whole village was flooded, and I escaped by grazing cattle on the mountain, and I was horrified to find that everything in front of me was exactly the same as my previous dream. ”

"I had no home, I wandered around, was adopted by an old monk, became a little novice, I read Buddhist scriptures day and night, I still have strange dreams, after the old monk died, I buried him, that night, I dreamed of a tall old man with big sleeves, driving a donkey cart to find me, and the next day, the old man really came. ”

"That was the first time I met the Emperor, and then I traveled with him to many places, met many people, he taught me to practice, he taught me how to control my mind, how to distinguish between dreams and reality, and later, I opened the eye of heaven and gained the ability to foresee the future. ”

Listening to these words, Ao Fenggu was shocked.

The rosacea-nosed old man continued, "The Emperor wants to know what the world will be like in the next 10,000 years, but unfortunately no matter how hard I try, I can still see the scene of the next 100 years at most. ”

"You foresee that the teacher will enter the cave and go back in time?" asked Ao Fenggu.

The rosacea-nosed old man shook his head, "The future of the Emperor is shrouded in a lot of fog, and I can't see it at all, and the closer the person is to him, the less real I can see." ”

Ao Fenggu was a little disappointed.

The old man with rosacea said, "The emperor is looking for a tree, and in my dream, there is also a tree that covers the sky and the sun, it has brought a catastrophe to Kyushu, and countless people have died because of it, and it is the real end." ”

The old man's body trembled slightly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Ao Fenggu was silent for a moment and said, "It's the Tree of Chaos, and the teacher has been looking for it for countless years. ”

The old man hummed, and after a long silence, he looked at the little girl swinging in the inner courtyard, "I won't live long, but my granddaughter is still young, I want to take her south, through the elven forest, and further south, how far can she go, if the doomsday catastrophe really comes, she can live a few more years." ”

The old man turned his head and looked at Ao Fenggu, "Maybe the Great Emperor has already expected all this, and if he accepts you as a closed disciple, he will hand over the fate of the Martial Academy, or the human race, to you." ”

Ao Fenggu's eyes were gloomy, "I'm just a waste person who doesn't have any cultivation at all. ”

The old man shook his head, looking at Ao Fenggu, his eyes gradually turned white, as if covered with a layer of mist, "The emperor handed everything over to you, in your body, there was his martial tree, so in this world, you are most closely related to him, your future is shrouded in a thick fog, you can't see clearly, you can't be sure, and the future that can't be determined has infinite possibilities." ”

After a few moments, the fog in the old man's eyes disappeared and his eyes returned to clarity.

(End of chapter)