The little old man was extremely fast, and as soon as he remembered the cry, he had already fallen in front of An Qisheng, and he was crying when he kept his thigh.

The state is miserable, the smell is tearful, and the people who see it are sad.

Qiao Qi'er, who led the donkey in with his hind feet, listened to his teeth and cheeks.

This old man is too good to cry......

“......”

An Qisheng's eyebrows jumped, but he didn't make a sound, and waited until the little old man's crying was lowered before he let out a long sigh and said:

"How many are still alive?"

This is a trouble left over from the predecessor.

The predecessor was born in a 'mixed school', and he was the last disciple of the head of the mixed family, because of his average talent, he only entered the Tao for more than 100 years, and he was not a candidate for the next head.

For many years, he has walked in the world, rarely returned to the door, and went back once before, but found that his teacher was severely injured.

I had no choice but to venture into the mountain to take the heart of the thousand-year-old demon as his teacher to prolong his life.

However, this is just the self-thought of the predecessor.

An Qisheng, who has spied on the trajectory of his fate with a picture of the Tao, can see more things from it.......

Call~

The crying stopped abruptly.

The little old man raised his head at this time, wiped away his tears with his wide sleeves, and the old tears were all over the place: "That's it, there are only old slaves and big flowers left....."

"Ahhh~"

The big donkey raised its head and called out at the right time.

A man and a donkey, all of them looked at An Qisheng with sad faces.

"Get up first, sit down and talk slowly."

An Qisheng pulled his sleeves and said in a deep voice.

The old man in front of him, who was less than four feet old, was called Ram Yan, who was the head of internal affairs of a mixed family, nearly three hundred years old, and his longevity was exhausted.

Although he has been in the Tao for many years, he is old and weak, his energy is declining, and he no longer has the possibility of condensing into a great Dan and truly setting foot in cultivation.

In his opinion, there are only seven years to live at most.

"Door, doorman. You, your eyes, your eyes. ”

As soon as Ram Yan stopped crying, he looked up and saw An Qisheng's black hole in his eyes, and he sat on the ground with a shocked buttocks, and his hands trembled:

"You, your cultivation, where is your cultivation?"

Ram Yan was so anxious and frightened that he almost couldn't catch his breath, and his anxious eyes were red.

At the same time, I was also shocked by the calmness of the 'door master'.

encountered such a heavy blow and setback, but there was no decadence at all.

"Something went wrong, and it didn't get in the way."

An Qisheng didn't care, and asked instead, "Elder Yan, what happened in the door?" ”

"Ugh."

Ram Yan sighed, the whole person looked a few years old, and his lips trembled: "Mixed door, it doesn't exist anymore......."

"The ancestor of my mixed door was the first person of the 'Pingbo Building', the lord of the Anning Mansion, and later broke away from the 'Pingbo Building' and opened up my mixed door. But even if the division is out of the same family, Pingbo Lou still has great hostility towards me......."

Ram Yan's emotions fluctuated greatly, obviously unable to let go, with fear in his words, and a touch of outright hatred:

"The injury of the old master was caused by the head disciple of Pingbo Building, 'Lin Baimei'....... On the third day when the owner of the door went out to find medicine for the old master, a group of mysterious people attacked, and in a battle, the mountain gate was destroyed, and all the people were killed! ”

"The one who shot must be the people of Pingbo Building!"

Ram Yan's voice was hoarse, but his breath was a little unstable, and Qiao Qi'er, who was not far behind him, felt that his eyes were dark, and he was cold to the bone, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Really?"

An Qisheng glanced at Ram Yan, although he had no eyes, he gave the latter a feeling of being seen through his body and mind.

"The old slave, the old slave was out shopping, and when he returned to the mountain, he saw that his eyes were full of devastation. When you bury the bones of the doorman, you can see the dying flowers, and the old doorman's biography is located in your edict......"

Ram Yan was a little anxious: "The old slave was afraid that you would also be harmed, so he hurried over with a 'thread' of sacrifice." Master, you can't doubt the old slave. ”

Ram Yan was angry and anxious, and was shocked by An Qisheng's calmness.

An Qisheng was silent, but just took a deep look at Ram Yan.

With his thoughts, a vague imprint of the primordial spirit has risen in his heart.

He believed what he saw with his own eyes rather than a one-sided statement.

"Mr. Monster, this little old man didn't lie to you, but he didn't tell the truth either."

The three-hearted blue spirit child, who had not entered An Qisheng's heart long before the two of them entered the door, had already swept this imprint and shook his head:

"This old man has clearly not lived for a few years, but he is still so greedy for money? There is nothing left, and some of the things left behind by the mixed door are hidden in his arms! ”

"Get old."

An Qisheng got up and picked up the little old man, motioned for him to sit down, and said: "Although the Mixed Gate and Pingbo Building hate each other, there has been no large-scale conflict for thousands of years, and there may be other secrets in the matter of destroying the door. ”

"Huh?"

Ram Yan was stunned, and looked at An Qisheng, as if he had seen him for the first time: "Hong, Hongxuan!" That, that's the mountain gate that raised you, Master, you, you actually excused Pingbo Tower? ”

This time, the ram Yan was angry, and the door owner stopped barking.

He couldn't understand how Hongxuan, who had a hot personality in the past, could become so calm, and even made him feel a little chill in his heart.

An Qisheng is still calm, and his emotions do not fluctuate much, although he enters this body, he does not refuse to do something for him and repay the grace of Lu She.

But that doesn't mean he has to take the place of the former master.

Mo said that the former master was dead and his soul was destroyed, even if the memory still existed, it could not affect his mood.

Yes, he only glanced at Ram Yan lightly, and then spoke to himself:

"The Great Zhou Emperor divided the sects to rule the world, seventy-two roads, six hundred continents, and tens of thousands of cities, like spiders forming webs, exerting deterrence on the world, and obeying the ....... wherever orders go."

Da Zhou is undoubtedly a behemoth overlooking heaven and earth.

Whether it is a mixed sect, whether it is the Star Gate, the Pingbo Building, or even the Tiangang Gate, the powerful sect like the Fanwu Dao, are all part of the Great Zhou.

Indispensable, yet insignificant.

"You ....."

Ram Yan was still angry: "This, this well-known thing, what are you talking about?" ”

'I don't know......'

Qiao Qi'er replied silently, but she didn't dare to speak, and quietly listened to An Qisheng's mouth.

"Don't forget, Elder Yan. In addition to the fact that it is not easy for the imperial court for thousands of years, all the sects, including the Fanwu Dao, are determined up and down, and they are not eternal! ”

An Qisheng's tone was calm, but Ram Yan's brows were furrowed, and he was a little surprised: "Ten Thousand Laws Dynasty Sect? ”

An Qisheng nodded: "Not bad." ”

The imperial court gathered the world's sects, ruled the world by dividing the world, and one by one the big sects became the officials of the feudal territory, such a system, An Qisheng also saw it for the first time.

However, no matter what kind of system, if there is no opportunity for promotion, it will be difficult to maintain it for a long time.

The way to be promoted in the Great Zhou lies in the 'Ten Thousand Laws Dynasty Sect' Conference.

This day is the day of the Great Zhou Dynasty to worship the heavens, and it is also the day when the sects compete, divided into high and low.

"It's only been twenty-four years since the arrival of the Ten Thousand Law Dynasty Sect once in eight hundred years."

An Qisheng sat down again and sighed softly: "Before the conference, the demons danced wildly, and there were some things that could not be explained. ”

The 8000-year-old Wanfa Dynasty Sect, the Great Zhou Sacrifice to the Heavens, is too important for those who have a heart.

At this point, even if there is no hope, he can guess the original spirit brand of the black and white two.

Not to mention, from the primordial imprint of these three people, he saw many things that ordinary people didn't know.

"But, but I'm a mixed one, I don't have the heart to fight, and I don't have the power to fight......"

Ram Yan's face turned a little pale, but he still shook his head and retorted: "The old master will not be so unwise. ”

Although theoretically, any sect that holds the Great Zhou Imperial Seal is eligible to participate in the battles between the prefectures, states, provinces, and even kings.

However, the threshold is invisible, and a small sect like a mixed sect that even has two or three monks who have condensed into a Great Dan is not qualified to participate in such a big event at all.

"Yes or no, it won't be long before it will be verified."

Ankisheng didn't intend to explain too much.

He slowly lay down on the rocking chair, kneaded his eyebrows, soothed the stinging pain in his eyes, and said softly:

"The truth of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, the country people understand. Destroy those monks who are mixed up, there is no reason not to understand......"

Swish~

Ram Yan stood up suddenly, his face instantly turned as white as paper, and his eyes showed horror: "The door, the meaning of the door owner is that they deliberately didn't kill me, just to ......"

The ram Yan was like thunder, only to feel that his body was cold to the bones, and his lips became purple.

He was just old and frail, not stupid, and quickly thought of this possibility.

"If so, if so......"

His lips trembled, and before he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly, took the frightened big flower donkey, and was about to leave.

But was stopped by An Qisheng's mouth:

"Yan Lao is leaving at this time, how can he be in time? Let each person break it, mix it up, and it's really nothing. ”

Poof!

Ram Yan shook his body, knelt on the ground, and couldn't help his old tears: "Door master, it's me, it's me who hurt you." I hurt you......"

"How can this give me the face to meet the old master......"

This cry can't be stopped.

He is not a very tough person, and the reason why he can cultivate and enter the Tao is mostly because he is a worldly servant of an old family master, and he is taken care of by him.

If not, it would not have been impossible to condense into the Great Dan for nearly 300 years.

I was already exhausted when I encountered misfortune, and at this time, I heard that I was very likely to be harmed.

I couldn't hold back for a while, I cried a few times, and I fainted directly.

The frightened big flower donkey behind him changed his face, and the screams of 'Ang'er' and 'Ang'er' kept coming, Qiao Qi'er didn't notice it for a while, and was almost ridden under the donkey.

For a while, chickens and dogs jumped in the yard, so it was not noisy.

"The state of mind really has nothing to do with age."

An Qisheng kneaded his eyebrows, waved his hand with a headache, and motioned to lead the big flower donkey, and Qiao Qi'er, who looked frightened, helped the little old man into the house.

But he stretched out his hand and took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from the little old man's arms, covered with many unknown patterns and talismans.

This bronze mirror is the magic weapon of the mixed door 'fine dust mirror', which has a hole in it, but it is putting some leftover things from the mixed door.

The troubles are all taken over, and there is naturally no reason not to leave the inheritance.

"Poof~"

The big flower donkey lowered its head and snorted, and the eyes of the copper bell were fixed on An Qisheng.

Saliva flows downstream, and it is three feet long.