Chapter 35: Nine Thousand Years Old
Ling Hu Yue's anger is not born for no reason, just a day ago, Ling Hu Yue was writing in the study, and he saw a paper kite fluttering on the table. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This thing should not have appeared in Kongtong Mountain, Ling Hu Yue glared, when the disciples of the sect have playthings and lost their minds, but if you look closely, there is a row of words written on this paper kite: "Ling Hu Dai is careful, and I will wait for you to meet in Wutong Town tomorrow." ”
Before he could react, he heard a "bang", and the paper kite turned into a burst of ink of various colors and sprayed Ling Hu Yue's body, Ling Hu Yue blew his beard and stared, who is this ghost, where is this paper kite flying to make trouble, which disciple is making ghosts, let him catch it must be punished heavily.
But if you think about it carefully, there are some problems, how could such a thing enter his study, and which disciple would dare to provoke him.
Ling Huyue looked at the paint on his hands and face, he was really angry, and bent down to pick up the silk silk that fell from the paper kite.
"Linghu Dai head, in the next mortal dust, Wutong Town has a treasure is the treasure of Kongtong's destiny, and the head of the Wangdai will go to Wutong Town quickly. ”
Ling Hu Yue held the silk silk silk with sharp eyes and was terrifying, this mortal dust didn t know how to fly in the Nine Shadows Heavy Land, how could the paper kite fly here, what is the truth of the sycamore. Before Ling Huyue could figure it out, another paper kite flew in and flew directly to Ling Huyue's tea table.
"I forgot to say, Penglai's nostalgia is also here, if you are a step late, then this treasure can belong...... It's hard to say......"
Ling Huyue looked at the paper kite, and snorted lightly, what the hell is this mortal dust, he stretched out his hand and swept the paint on his body clean, Kongtong Mountain is heavily guarded, and the two paper kites of Fanchen are purely underestimating his strength in Kongtong Mountain.
But after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it was not like that, so Ling Hu Yue sat down and poured a cup of tea for himself, and then began to divide.
Looking at the hexagram and thinking about it again and again, Ling Hu Yue still decided to get up and rush to Wutong Town, although this Wutong Town is thousands of miles away from Kongtong Mountain, but the speed of the sword is not more than half a day, and it doesn't hurt to go there.
Thinking of this, Ling Hu Yue slapped the table and blew his beard at Fan Chen: "Fan Chen, if I also participated in the war a thousand years ago, I would definitely kill you." ”
"Didn't the head of the Linghu Dynasty participate in the witch war a thousand years ago?" Xia Qiu looked at Linghu Yue with wide eyes, and even Su Yue, who had never known what to say, surrounded him.
Somehow, Su Yue was particularly interested in the witch war thousands of years ago.
"I, I have never even been in the war with nostalgia for real people. Ling Huyue shook his head, and glared at Fan Chen by the way.
Fan Chen smiled: "Nine thousand years ago, the head of the Linghu Dynasty who missed the real person and Linghu was not born yet. ”
"Nine...... 9,000 years ago...... Mortal ...... You're so old. Su Yue's tongue was knotted when she heard it, nine thousand years, the matter of the witch war turned out to be nine thousand years ago.
Even Xia Qiu couldn't help but smack his tongue: "I just saw in the ancient books that the Four Realms of the Witch War were killed and injured a thousand years ago, and there was no detailed record, it turned out to be nine thousand years ago......"
"It's not that you look at it...... Nine thousand years old, you are so young......" Su Yue looked at Fan Chen and blinked her eyes, nine thousand years ago, it was a stone and now it has turned into ashes, this Fan Chen is dressed in brocade and black hair, and he is in his prime, where can he see that he is nine thousand years old...... He looked much younger than Missful and Ling Hu Yuedu.
The attention of the two little girls has completely changed from Wu Zhan to Fan Chen, Xia Qiu pouted: "Nine thousand years old, whether it is called Fan Chen's grandfather, is it a little young." ”