This fresh fruit spiritual food was specially asked for by Lin Houwu when he left the ancestral land of the Divine Burial Mountain, and he was thinking about his own small padded jacket, Zhang Xusheng, an old man in black who had nearly a hundred people, and there were a lot of disciples and grandchildren, but there was only one person in the whole Lizong who was as lovely as Banan Yan and looked like his own daughter. is like an old woman, how much of her memory in my heart is different from that of other apprentices.

Banan Yan smiled and took the old man Zhang Xusheng's hand into the Lizong Sect Lord's Mansion, Zhang Xusheng briefly recounted the experience after going to the Divine Burial Mountain with Banan Yan, and then discussed with a few elders who were still on duty in the mansion about the arrangements for the next Lizong Rookie Conference.

When Zhang Xusheng and Zhou Hehong left, Mo Qianchou, the sect leader of the thief sect at the Kuixing Pavilion, took off directly and took off to the eaves of the roof of the Kuixing Tower. Standing on the eaves of Kuixing Tower, you can see the endless scenery of the thief door, three mountains, four waters, five holes and six pavilions, one by one under the bright moon and clear light.

Everyone was pretentious when they were young, and they thought they could be the masters who saved the world, but when they grew up and were gradually tempered by reality, they became more and more aware of themselves. As he grew up, the life he hated the most when he was a child became a portrayal of his adulthood. Mo Qianchou under the clear light of the bright moon, his expression was unknown.

It has been more than 50 years since taking over the responsibility of the master of the thief door, and in this long year, the high-spirited young man at the beginning has become the old man with a white head. It has become the face under the erosion of the years, and the status quo of the thief door has been gradually improved by Mo Qianchou, but for him, the biggest irony is that he thought that he could make the decadent thief door look new with his own blood, and took over almost a jiazi in the past, the original ambition and blood, in this cold firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, only the care that was tried to maintain it was left.

The most difficult thing is that the clever woman has no rice to cook, Mo Qianchou has been in this situation for decades, after returning to the thief door after the old injury healed, he took over the responsibility of the thief door master, a passionate, the first person in the huge Daoyan Monarch Realm exists, thinking that he can steal the door under his own governance to save the decline, but with the deeper understanding of the sect, the more clear the resources in the door, the blood is gradually consumed by the trivial things of the sect, and the passion to face the reality of the current situation has gradually subsided, and the last thing left is only the difficult coordination needs after facing the current situation, so that the big ship of the thief door will not sink before the catastrophe comes。

"Alas......" let out a long sigh, from the mouth of Mo Qianchou, the master of the door who was taking a look at the scenery of the thief door, today Li Zongzong advocated that Xu Sheng and the two of them bring back the lost genealogy of the thief door, only Mo Qianchou checked it, and the record of the sect was not bad as expected, at this time, the genealogy started, Mo Qianchou's heart in the past few years has also temporarily settled, and after he and the elder of the sect brought back the emperor realm genealogy and the holy realm genealogy that is now connected in the door are combined into one, this confidence that belonged to the emperor-level thief door 10,000 years ago will also come back.

'The so-called emperor is in hand, and there is no need to worry about the robbery. 'Rubbing the parchment scroll emperor spectrum that Fang took out from the Qiankun bracelet in his hand, in the bright moonlight, the names of the sages recorded with his soul blood flashed in Mo Qianchou's mind one by one, this orderly inheritance of the thief genealogy, if it is continued with the current genealogy, all the disciples in the sect will obtain a trace of the emperor's qi, this is the biggest benefit of the emperor's genealogy.

The incomparable emperor machine, in the robbery calendar, no strength is unattainable, at this time, it can continue the emperor's genealogy, so that hundreds of thousands of people can experience a trace in advance, although it is only a trace of the emperor's qi naturally obtained after the emperor Lin Zhicheng was promoted after the emperor was promoted ten thousand years ago, but for the people in the door, it is also a great benefit.

Sensing the warmth brought by the emperor's genealogy in his hand, Mo Qianchou, who had not yet continued the genealogy, pulled out a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, this smile was faint, if it wasn't for the bright moon and Qinghui just sprinkled on his face, it would not be easy to notice.

In the past thousand years, the thief has collected countless classics and histories, and stolen and excavated many ancient tombs of the previous era, only to find out a trace of news about the genealogy of the thief.

As for the Moon Wasteland Ripe Immortal and the Sun Wilderness Banzan Tianji Immortal mentioned by Zhang Xusheng, it was just an unexpected gain, inheriting the love of the Heavenly Burial Temple, and the grace of the corpse of the corpse Qiyi, for today's theft, what to say is too funny. Not to mention the distance, the thief door close to the Western Wilderness Buddha Country, even if you want to repay the kindness of the Heavenly Burial Temple, you can't do it.

Mo Qianchou, the original sect leader of the thief sect, Zhang Xusheng and Zhou Hehong were the abandoned sons of the thief before the advent of this era of catastrophe, and the news without foundation in his hands was just a few words obtained from digging dozens of ancient tombs, if the two of them could be in the Divine Burial Mountain, not to mention obtaining the emperor's genealogy, even if it was confirmed that the emperor's genealogy was not in the Divine Burial Mountain, it would be a great contribution to the thief's door, at least there was no need to have the last trace of wishful thinking, fantasizing about surviving this catastrophe with the emperor's genealogy.

The world is always inadvertent, there is a glimpse, or an unexpected turn. What the two thieves got this time has far exceeded Mo Qianchou's expectations, what he said outside the attic is also from his sincerity, and he can't remember how many years the door has been stolen in a difficult situation, holding a new conference, this time, it is also the resources brought back by Zhang Xusheng and the two of them that make Mo Qianchou, a clever woman who is difficult to cook without rice, generous.

Thoughts have gradually drifted away with the bright moon and clear light in the night breeze, looking at the lights in the distance of Kui Xing Pavilion, this scene of thieves may be different in the past ten years.

Putting the parchment scroll-style thief emperor-level genealogy back into the Qiankun bracelet, Mo Qianchou tightly grasped this storage bracelet with an ordinary shape and no other eye-catching. At this moment, perhaps it was the distant thoughts that aroused Mo Qianchou's long-extinguished and dusty ambition. Grabbed the bracelet with his hand, just like more than fifty years ago, when he was in high spirits, he took over the position of the master of the thief door, and what he grasped in his hand was not a simple Qiankun storage bracelet, but the future, chance, and the original untouchable, at this time, there was a trace of the heavenly machine and the imperial machine that could be touched.

If you don't see the prosperity of the world in your first life, you will live your life in vain after all. In the fateful calendar, the cultivator cannot touch the scenery outside the quasi-emperor, whether it is behind closed doors at the time of the holy realm, or whether it is resting on his laurels, there is not much regret in the end;

Mo Qianchou, who has been tired of the affairs of the sect for decades, and now has no way to enter the peak of the Holy Realm, thinking about the slightest throbbing in Fang Cai's state of mind, if he extinguishes the spirit of striving for the Heavenly Machine Emperor after ten years, then the cultivation of this life can be regarded as an empty one, what Daoyan Sanjie, what is the first person in the Jun Realm, even if there are still people who remember it in the future, and some people still mention it, you can see that in the wild history, the coffin is finally closed, Mo Qianchou is finally at the peak of the Holy Realm, and he has not fought for the emperor's opportunity. That trace of regret and unwillingness will run through his entire life.

Mo Qianchou, who was standing on the Kuixing Tower, as the night deepened, the night wind became stronger and stronger, and the distant thoughts gradually retracted, cutting off all the thoughts and thoughts in his heart at this moment, and his whole person floated lightly on the eaves a little, flying towards the high mountain under the hazy night behind the Kuixing Tower.

Mo Qianchou used a cup of tea and flew to the top of Dianxing Mountain, this area is the forbidden place of the entire thief, and the two remaining elders who are currently stealing the door are resting and retreating here.

When he came to the top of the mountain, Mo Qianchou straightened out his robe, bowed to the small courtyard surrounded by a fence, and said, "Qianchou will meet Elder Taishang, and I will see you according to the appointment." ”

"Qianchou, come in. An elegant and heavy voice came from the small courtyard, Mo Qianchou opened the door of the fence courtyard and stepped into the small courtyard of the bamboo building. When entering the bamboo building, there are two crane-haired rickety old men talking about chess games under the reflection of the green lantern.

"Qianchou, is there any news from the side of the Divine Burial Mountain?" asked a stiff old woman in an elegant voice.

"Returning to Elder Qianhe, Elder Wutu, that's exactly the case. This evening, the Li Sect Sect, who was previously sent to the Divine Burial Mountain to investigate, advocated that Xu Sheng and Zhou Hehong return safely, not only bringing back the emperor-level genealogy of our sect, but also winning a thousand copies of the Moon Wasteland Ripe Immortal Tree before our sect. Mo Qianchou, the master of the thief door, saluted respectfully to the two old men who were talking about the game with their hands in hand, and replied.

The rickety old woman, who was originally finishing the calculation, heard Mo Qianchou's reply, and turned her head to look at Mo Qianchou in surprise, ignoring the chessboard.

"Oh, this is unexpected, are you sure it is really the emperor-level genealogy of my sect's inheritance. Qingya's voice is still the same, but the disbelief in her heart is clear to Mo Qianchou.

Also, the genealogy that has disappeared for nearly seven or eight thousand years, in the few words that it is hard to come up, find the answer, and anyone's first reaction is disbelief.

"Returning to Elder, that's exactly the case. While responding, he took out the parchment roll from the Qiankun bracelet on his wrist and handed it to the rickety old woman who looked at Mo Qianchou.

Ignoring the other old man on the side of the chessboard, taking advantage of the opportunity of the old woman turning his head to look at Mo Qianchou, he secretly added a child to the chessboard. The old woman took the parchment and examined it carefully, seeing that it had lost the names of the people that had been written in the bright red color of the past. The old woman with crane hair and wrinkles, seeing the sages on this parchment scroll, burst into tears, and lost her voice:

"I finally don't have to be afraid to go to the world, and I can finally survive the robbery after ten years. ”

"Old woman, what are you sad about? Don't be excited about this, the return of the emperor of the sect is a great joy, you should be happy, you see this chess game you win three and a half eyes of me, it's rare!" The old man who sat opposite the old woman spoke softly and elegantly, and looked at the old woman with a look of love in his eyes.