"It is said that the child is the flesh and blood of the father, and since it is rotten, then don't do it. Pilates, you go. I can't let you tarnish the noble surname of Wias any more. With a flick of Mujica's arm, Pilates had already been pushed out by him.

"Dad, don't. I know it's wrong, can you give me a chance? Pilates cried and crawled back.

Mujica stopped talking, turned and walked away, not even looking at the son again.

Abulis picked up the severed hand on the ground and kept up with his father's pace.

"Let the two benefactors laugh, it's all because I, the father, didn't teach well." Mujica blamed himself deeply.

Li Xiang glanced down at his self-severed arm, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

Abulis was equally annoyed.

Looking at his father's appearance, he couldn't help but wonder, did he do something wrong? "Dad, let's hurry up and get our arms on." Abulis pleaded.

Mujica shook her head, seemingly unconcerned about her broken arm.

Next to him, Maca thought of the scene that happened at Ma's house today, touched the scene, turned his head and his eyes were slightly red.

Li Xiang took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Mujika, the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, this is not your fault, let's connect the broken arm first." ”

According to the ability of the innate master, at this time, it is not without opportunities.

Mujica smiled and shook his head, "An arm is nothing." ”

What really made Mujica feel helpless was his favorite son. He really couldn't understand why the drama of fratricide was staged in Wias.

Li Xiang glanced at Abulis.

Abulis was a little puzzled and didn't know what Li Xiang was going to do.

It's just that before he could react, Li Xiang had already made a sudden move, and his body twisted close to Mujika in an instant, put his shoulder against his armpit, clasped his left hand tightly, and said, "Abu, give me the arm." ”

Abu was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and handed the severed hand to Li Xiang.

Mujica's face moved slightly, and he was about to resist, but Abulis hugged his father and said, "Dad, don't let the child leave a lifetime of regrets, okay?" It's all because of me, and if you really broke your arm, I would never forgive myself. ”

Mujica looked at her pleading son, slowly lowered her outstretched arm, and sighed helplessly.

Li Xiang held the broken arm with one hand, clasped Mujika's veins with the other, and aligned it, and the true qi in his body slowly left out, spreading along Mujika's broken arm to the upper half of the arm.

Feeling that familiar aura, Mujica's face suddenly moved slightly, and he looked at Li Xiang and said, "Five elements in one? How can you have pure Yuan True Qi? ”

Li Xiang's heart moved. Since his rebirth, it was the first time since he was reborn that he recognized his true true qi, and he couldn't help asking, "Uncle Mujica knows the pure yuan true qi?" ”

"Who is your master?" Mujica didn't answer Li Xiang's question, but asked directly.

"My master calls himself the old man Qingteng." Li Xiang did not hide it in the slightest, in his opinion, even if the master was still on the earth, then he would be nearly two hundred years old, and Mujica would not know it at all.

Mujica's face suddenly changed drastically, and he asked again, "Is Master Ling's surname Xu?" ”

Li Xiang was shocked: "How do you know? ”

"Sure enough." Mujica suddenly thought of a serious question and said, "Qingteng Master Bozu has been self-proclaimed in Kunlun Mountain more than seventy years ago, how can there be such a young disciple as you?" ”

Li Xiang's heart set off a lot of turmoil.

Mujica actually knew about the master's self-proclaimed Kunlun Mountain? How is this possible? You must know that when the master left, except for the two uncles and himself, there was no fourth person present at all.

It is even more impossible for the two uncles to publicize this matter.

You must know that in the catastrophe more than 60 years ago, many forces were looking for the traces of the master, trying to invite this "hidden dragon in the world" that only existed in legends to come out of the mountain.

Li Xiang left the mountain gate, and he never mentioned it to anyone at this time, and it was impossible for the two uncles to be.

Wait a minute!

Shi Bozu?

Li Xiang suddenly realized the problem, and subconsciously widened his eyes: "What did you call me master just now?" Shi Bozu? ”

"Do you know Dirk Khan?" Mujica asked.

The moment he heard the name, Ablith hurriedly folded his hands and bowed respectfully towards the void.

Li Xiang shook his head, he didn't have any impression.

Mujica suddenly remembered something important and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, his name in the East should be Wang Dacheng." ”

Li Xiang said in a deep voice: "That's my little uncle's full name." ”

Mujika suddenly had a smile on his face, and said respectfully: "Mujika has seen Shi Bozu. ”

"What?" Not only Li Xiang, but also Marka and Abulis next to him were stunned.

Shi Bozu?

Seeing the confusion on Abulis's face, Mujica explained: "If all the information is correct, then this person in front of me should be the master and nephew of the old ancestor, and naturally our master and uncle." I don't know the name of Shi Bozu, according to the old ancestor, Qingteng Shi Bozu should have only accepted a disciple named Li Xiang seventy years ago, and Li Xiang ancestor should have fallen sixty years ago. ”

Abulis and Maca stared at Li Xiang, the smile on their faces froze, and their muscles jumped subconsciously.

Abulis mustered up all his courage before he spoke: "Dad, he is Li Xiang." ”

"Are you Li Xiang?" Mujica could no longer keep his composure and let out a scream.

Li Xiang felt that the meridians on his arm had begun to heal on their own, and he slowly let go of one hand, stood opposite Mujika, and said, "The master did only accept one of my apprentices seventy years ago, and then he proclaimed himself in Kunlun. ”

"But...... You...... You're not the explosion of sixty years ago...... And you're ...... now," Mujica suddenly found out that his brain was not working.

The big explosion sixty years ago was the biggest secret after the apocalypse, and if it was really the Li Xiang he thought, he would be eighty years old now.

But this young man in front of him.

Li Xiang didn't expect that he would find half of the old man here by mistake, and sighed: "It's hard to say, is the little uncle okay now?" ”

Mujica finally calmed down and accepted the fact that even seemed ridiculous to him. "The ancestor is fine, but now the ancestor has not asked about the world for many years."

"Li Xiang, are you really that old?" Abulis's gaze swept back and forth over Li Xiang, and he couldn't believe it.

"If something happened, you'll find out later." Li Xiang said lightly.

Mujica said slightly angrily: "Abulis, what kind of attitude do you have? According to the rules of the door, Li Xiang Ancestor is the personal disciple of Qingteng Shi Bozu, and naturally he is one of the members of our Ancestor Hall. ”

Abulis looked at his father's serious appearance, then at Li Xiang, suddenly patted his head and shouted: "My God." ”

He really couldn't accept it.

A few days ago, I called someone a brother, and now I want to call someone else's ancestor?

"Why don't you meet the Ancestor?" Mujica is serious.

Li Xiang hurriedly relieved the siege and said: "Uncle Mujika, don't embarrass Abu, our faction doesn't have so many generational opinions, and besides, I am friends with Abu." ”

Mujica waved his hand, "No, rules are rules." ”

Abulis took two steps back, refusing to speak.

Seeing that he had never seen such an interesting scene, Marca snickered to himself, and thought to himself: What about the Mithril trio, haha.

Li Xiang hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Uncle Mujika, I don't know where Uncle Junior is now?" Can you ......?"

Before he finished speaking, Mujica said with some embarrassment: "The ancestor hasn't been out of the customs for several years, and I don't know what the specific situation is, so I can only help you convey it and see, if he is willing to see you, he can say anything." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Mujica!" Li Xiang nodded in thanks. After being reborn, it was the first time to have such close contact with an old person, and Li Xiang certainly would not let go of this opportunity.

You must know that everything that has happened in the past sixty years is a blank for Li Xiang, although he has exhausted all means to obtain it, but it is too slow.

Especially the matter of the God Hunting Squad. It was what he was most eager to know now.

The other three are easy to say, after all, they are all congenitally strong, and it is definitely not a problem to live for hundreds of years, but Haruko can't, she is just an out-and-out ordinary person.

At this time, eighty years old is a challenge for normal people.

Despite this, Li Xiang still hopes for a miracle.

Seeing that Li Xiang was so urgent, Mujica also immediately took action, and after letting Abulis take care of the guests, he walked into the castle on his own.

Looking at Maka's puzzled appearance, Abulis whispered: "Actually, our ancestors are cultivating under this ancient castle. ”

"According to this statement, didn't your ancestors also have to be a hundred years old?" Marca exclaimed.

Abulis gave him a blank look, what an uninformed fellow. "The old ancestor is almost one hundred and fifty years old this year."

"Where can a man live so long?" Marca didn't believe it.

Li Xiang explained: "It's normal, when the master took me in, he was already over a hundred years old, but he still looks no different from someone in his sixties. I remember that the master said that the lifespan of human beings can be infinite, but the current aura of heaven and earth is no longer enough to support it. In ancient times, there was a man named Chen Jun, who slept for a thousand years in one sleep, and woke up to find that the world was pale, and all the people around him had passed away, and there was not even a trace of it. ”

"You're talking about prehistoric mythology." Marka laughed.

I didn't expect that such a person as Li Xiang would believe in this kind of fantasy. After a thousand years of sleep, why didn't he go to heaven?

Li Xiang didn't explain anything. But he knew that the master should not be untargeted, since as long as the innate martial artist who broke through the six realms could basically achieve eternal youth, then the more mysterious eight or nine realms above, no one could say.

If Li Xiang remembered correctly, when the master proclaimed Kunlun, he would already be able to reach the Eight Realms immediately.