Cheng Mo, driving a small van and staggering on a bumpy mountain road.

Gradually, outside the car window, there was a fog.

Cheng Mo turned on the fog lights, but he could only see a short section of the road ahead.

Zhao Xin'er was a little nervous in her heart.

"Cheng Mo, you drive slowly. The road ahead is out of sight, it's too dangerous. ”

At this time, Cheng Mo had been driving for nearly a night, and now he was sleepy. His head was lit like a chicken pecking rice.

After Cheng Mo drove out, he felt that he was tired, and he realized that he should come with a strong son.

Because, in his small van, only Cheng Mo can drive, and there is not even a person who drives with him.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mo's intestines were repentant.

"If I had known that I would bring a strong son, I wouldn't have driven all night, and now I have to continue driving, I'm too sleepy."

Uncle Scar on the side had already taken a nap before, and now he regained his spirits, watching Cheng Mo's head nod like a chicken pecking rice, and called Cheng Mo anxiously.

"Cheng Mo, why are you dozing off again? Are you still driving? ”

Cheng Mo raised his head violently, holding back his sleepiness to refresh himself, but he was too tired.

It wasn't long before his head began to point like a chick pecking rice. He couldn't help it, and smacked a big mouth in his face. Zhao Xin'er looked at Cheng Mo strangely.

"Cheng Mo, what are you doing here? Why did you hit yourself in the face? ”

Cheng Mo's slap was crisp.

After a slap, he was really sober, and he shook his head desperately.

Responding to Zhao Xin'er's words, "You don't know? I'm doing this to improve my focus. ”

Zhao Huo, who was sitting in the back, said worriedly: "Chengmo, looking at you, you're really tired, why don't we stop and rest." ”

Cheng Mo shook his head, "Brother Zhao Huo, you can't park here." Uncle Scar and I are here, and we have seen a lot of soul bodies. And then there's the miasma that might be here, if we're staying here for too long. Maybe our bodies will all be affected. ”

When Uncle Scar heard this, he said: "What Cheng Mo said is right, even if we want to rest, we must leave here quickly and go to other places, otherwise it is very likely that the few of us will never be able to get out." ”

This is not a sensational thing, the miasma in the area of the Nanshan Fog Ridge is famous far and wide.

In ancient times, many people who were in a hurry buried their lives here.

Even later with a car, several drivers lost their lives here.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Mo was sleepy and kept nodding.

Now, if he were given a bed, he would probably fall asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Yamae saw that Cheng Mo was too sleepy, so he took a small toothpick and poked him in the back.

Cheng Mo felt that his back was pricked by a needle, and he screamed in pain.

"Ahh

"Who's poking me?"

Zhao Xin'er looked at Yama Ei in embarrassment.

"Yamae, what are you poking Cheng Mo with, he's driving, don't distract him."

Yamae said mischievously, "I'm trying to distract him, I'm helping him refresh himself." You see he's going to fall asleep. ”

Cheng Mo said angrily: "Okay, you mountain painting." Isn't it time for you to take revenge, I'm so sleepy, if you poke me like this every time you nod your head, you haven't found Zhao Tianying yet, and you only have half a life left. ”

Uncle Scar looked back at Yamae, "That's right." Stop poking at the ink with a toothpick. ”

"Otherwise, let's talk about something else to distract Cheng Mo's sleepiness, so that Cheng Mo won't be able to doze off easily."

Zhao Xin'er clapped her hands when she heard this.

"Yes, yes, Uncle Scar's suggestion is good, let's tell the story."

"Or let's start with Yamae."

Yama E looked at Zhao Xin'er in surprise.

"How do you start with me. You brought it up, so I should start with you. ”

Yama Hui continued: "In the past, we only knew about you Zhao Xin'er and Zhao Huo, but we didn't know that your Zhao family still had so many stories. Just pick a random paragraph and tell us about it. ”

Cheng Mo also became interested and added a sentence.

"Yes, yes, yes. Tell us the story of the Zhao family. ”

Zhao Xin'er pouted and thought for a while, "Uncle Scar, do you also want to hear about our Zhao family?" ”

Uncle Scar let out an "um".

"I want to hear it, I think that your Zhao family was the head of the three major yin and yang families in Guangcheng, and it was very bullish."

When Zhao Xin'er and Zhao Huo heard this, they were very happy, this is a kind of family pride.

Zhao Xin'er laughed out two small dimples.

"When our Zhao family was in its heyday, it should be when my father-in-law Zhao Tianying was there, but later someone also commented that when our Zhao family was the strongest, it should be when my grandfather, Zhao Xuanren, was the head of the family.

"Because, when Taigong was in his heyday, only Taigong was the highest cultivator. When my grandfather Zhao Xuanren was in charge, our Zhao family had five masters of the Taoist realm. Let the world not dare to underestimate our Zhao family. ”

"So, today I'm going to tell you about some things about my grandfather Zhao Xuanren when he was young."

In Cheng Mo's many contacts with the Zhao family, he found out that the person who instructed Zhao Lingxi Heavenly Ghost Seven Killing Sword was the former head of the Zhao family, Zhao Xuanren.

Zhao Lingxi's perception of the Heavenly Ghost Seven Killing Sword is so powerful. This Zhao Xuanren is even more powerful.

Even, his comprehension of the Heavenly Ghost Seven Killing Sword was much higher than Zhao Tianying.

In Zhao Xin'er's narration, Zhao Xuanren was young and vigorous when he was a teenager, and every time he had an understanding of the Heavenly Ghost Seven Killing Sword, he would have a dispute with his father Zhao Tianying.

Zhao Tianying was angry, and he would punish him to think about it.

However, every time Zhao Xuanren came back after thinking about it, his perception of the Heavenly Ghost Seven Killing Sword would improve by leaps and bounds.

Zhao Tianying also felt that something was wrong, and he went to the place where Zhao Xuanren had thought about it several times, but he didn't find anything strange.

Cheng Mo couldn't help but feel strange when he heard this.

"This Zhao Xuanren must have some adventure, even his father Zhao Tianying doesn't know. This Zhao family is becoming more and more mysterious. ”

Zhao Xin'er then told about Zhao Xuanren.

"Later, Taigong didn't find anything peculiar, and he also believed that this was the ancestor of the Zhao family who was protecting his children and grandchildren."

Zhao Tianying was also jealous of his son, Zhao Xuanren, who was also a descendant of the Zhao family, and his cultivation was so high, why didn't he show up and guide him.

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