As the sound came out, there was a sudden clanging sound inside, and soon after, the door was opened with an unusual old man.

His gray hair, a large messy beard fluttering in the wind, his face was ruddy and wrinkled, and he was dressed in a blue-gray military robe, and the explosive muscles on his body held his clothes tightly.

Seeing the three people under the steps, he said in a trembling voice: "Jingming, is he here!", as soon as this sentence came out, it was incompatible with his image.

Zhongli Qingming lowered his head slightly, not daring to look him directly into the eyes, "Grandfather has already passed away, and the old man is mourning. ”

Long Lao was hit hard, his originally straight body suddenly drooped down, his expression was sluggish, and he seemed to be ten years old in an instant at this moment, he looked at his calloused hands, which was just a symbol of his efforts, on the back of his neck, back, legs, calves...

Until now, when he was gray-haired, he should have cultivated a long time ago, but he continued to continue training, who was it for? Why didn't he come to talk to me? Could it be that everything he said at that time was false?

The past came to his mind and lingered. Although I don't know why, looking at Long Lao's appearance, the woman and Yang Peng both felt sad, and the air suddenly calmed down.

At this time, Zhongli Qingming's face was hesitant, and after some inner struggle, he finally spoke: "When my grandfather passed away, there was still one thing to support, I don't know if I should say it?"

Long Lao's eyes lit up, and he suddenly raised his head and said, "What's the matter, tell me quickly?"

Zhongli Qingming looked left and right in embarrassment, Long Lao was also an understanding person, and laughed: "Come in, don't blame the people who practice martial arts for not being well entertained." "Turn around and lead the way.

The three of them followed Long Lao into Longhu Village, and when they entered the gate, there was a building similar to a courtyard house, and in the middle of the open space there were teenagers, all of them were walking on horses, and there were even children who looked to be no more than ten years old.

They were wearing a pair of wide ** pants, a brown and yellow waist bundle was quietly tied around their waists, the muscles on their bodies were lean, and drops of sweat slipped from their heads and fell on their bronzed skin.

And when they saw Long Lao, the expression on his face was normal, and the steps under his feet were more solid, Long Lao just swept away, nodded, did not stop, and passed straight through them.

When Yang Peng passed by them, through their eyes, he saw deep joy.

There is another gate in front, and this gate is much larger than the outside, and when you cross the threshold, you will see a wide square in front of you, and the sun at noon shines directly on the stone floor, and bursts of heat come out, making people dizzy.

There are more people here, and they are roughly divided into three areas, the upper left corner is to fight each other, the lower left corner is to practice various weapons, and the upper right corner is a series of action training with special equipment.

Long Lao stepped forward, and wherever he passed, there were people who put down the things in their hands, bowed, and said respectfully: "The clan boss is good!" Long Lao also nodded his head, and left, walking straight to a huge building in front of him, and a plaque on the building reads - Dragon Palace, two big characters.

Stepping on the long steps, I walked to the gate carved with Long Fei Cangqiu, gently pushed the door open, and with a "squeak" sound, when the door opened, it was all made of mahogany, with two large seats in the hall, and two rows of seats of about twenty or thirty people below.

Stepping inward, the mahogany exuded a pleasant fragrance, lingering on the tip of their noses, soothing the restlessness in their hearts, Long Lao looked at Zhongli Qingming and said: "Qingming, go, come forward and sit down Follow Long Lao slowly walked to the hall to take a seat, and do it."

Zhongli Qingming was also sitting next to him, and Yang Peng and the woman did not sit and stood beside him.

Seeing this, Long Lao turned his head to look around, sighed, and said, "Everything here doesn't belong to me, but now that I'm sitting here, I feel guilty in my heart!" Speaking of this, he raised his hand suddenly and slammed it on his chest a few times.

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Zhongli Qingming again: "You say, he, why is Zhongli Jingming so ruthless?"

Seeing this, Zhong Liqing also sighed, although he didn't know the relationship between his grandfather and Long Lao, he also knew a little, but this point was so unbelievable - their relationship was very good, and even their own lives could be paid for each other.

But why didn't grandfather tell Long Lao everything before the immortal died?

I only know one sentence from my grandfather, and my father is even more ...

He spoke slowly, "It's time, the things of fifty years ago are going to be put in place!" and his voice was soft, like the last words of a dying man.

Long Lao's body shook, and two large teardrops kept rolling in his eyes.