The expression on Zhang Qingfeng's face instantly stiffened.

The palm pressed on Zhang Chaoyang's shoulder suddenly stopped.

"Grandpa, what do you mean by that?"

Zhang Chaoyang said: "Huigen is a Dao bone, although I haven't seen it, but grandpa is not stupid, even if the cultivation genius with high talent is impossible, it is impossible to cross the six realms in just two years!"

"Okay, even if you can cross the Six Realms, that martial arts always need time to cultivate, but you can get it at your fingertips, swords, guns, swords, halberds, everything is refined, just the trick 'Heaven and Man Moving Mountains' taught to me has the power of silver-level high-level martial arts, and the entire Great Zhou Kingdom does not have martial arts at this level. ”

"Okay, take a step back, even if you are extremely talented, and you have no master of martial arts, then what about formations, what about alchemy, and what about trap beasts? Each of these skills requires long-term practice to achieve a small success, and it is no longer something that can be explained by the word talent. ”

"Also, you are proficient in the language of the demon race, and you can also speak the language of the giant race, these signs show that you are not my Sun Qingfeng at all, but someone else, or rather, you just occupy Qingfeng's body, but the soul of another person is contained in your body, I said, right?"

Zhang Qingfeng stood motionless behind Zhang Chaoyang, like a statue, and only after listening to him finish speaking, did he slowly move his fingers and gently knead his shoulders.

The top floor of the watchtower was silent.

Zhang Chaoyang did not continue to ask.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't open his mouth either.

Only the slight sound of fingers kneading the flesh was rhythmically heard.

It's been a long time for tea.

Zhang Qingfeng said: "Old man, it doesn't matter who I used to be, the important thing is that I am now your own grandson and a descendant of the Zhang family, isn't this enough?"

Zhang Chaoyang didn't respond immediately, he just looked out the window, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked up a relieved smile.

"Feng'er. ”

"Huh?"

"With a grandson like you, grandpa is content. ”

"With a grandfather like you, grandchildren can be proud for a lifetime!"

"Feng'er. ”

"Huh?"

"Thank you for fulfilling grandpa's dream, the Central Plains is finally peaceful. ”

"It's all what grandchildren should do. ”

"Feng'er. ”

"Huh?"

"Grandpa is tired and wants to sleep. ”

"Okay! My grandson is here to watch. ”

The old man smiled and closed his eyes, and the hand holding the arm of the chair slowly drooped.

Inside the watchtower.

The young man who had just laid down a river and mountain suddenly stopped, and silent tears flowed down his cheeks to his chin and dripped on the back of his hand.

Dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

This year, Quanyangcheng ushered in a heavy rain that has not been encountered in a century.

On this day, millions of people in Quanyangcheng hung white silk, and everyone wore filial piety hats to send the god of war to the west.

On this day, the heavens and the earth mourned, people cried and mourned, and the send-off procession circled the city for three weeks, stretching for dozens of miles.

On this day, the Qingdi pulled the coffin, the sky was wide open, and there was auspicious rui breaking through the clouds and descending on Wanshou Mountain, the tomb of the Great Zhou Emperor.

On this day, there is one less Zhang Chaoyang in the world.

On this day, there is one more Zhang Sage in the Divine Realm!

......

......

"Once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"There is a temple in the mountains. ”

"There is an old monk in the temple. ”

"The old monk is telling stories to the little monk. ”

"The story is that once upon a time there was a mountain. ”

"There is a temple in the mountains. ”

"There is an old monk in the temple. ”

"The old monk is telling a story to the little monk, and the story he tells is: Once upon a time there was a mountain ......"

This is a well-known nursery rhyme in the seven countries of the Central Plains, which spread in the Central Plains hundreds of years ago.

However, very few people know where this nursery rhyme came from and where it originated.

As for which mountain it is, which temple it is, and what the old monk's Dharma name is, no one knows.

On a horse-drawn carriage traveling from north to south.

The old man who drove the car waved the whip in his hand and told the young man sitting in the carriage behind him the origin and origin of this story.

“...... That mountain is Tianshu Mountain, that temple is Tianguang Temple, as for the old monk who tells the story, it is my ancestor, Tianling Zen Master, master, do you never dream that the ancestor of the old slave is actually a monk?"

The old man who had played with the Seven Kingdoms was like a little fox who had eaten eight chickens, and proudly showed off to the young master in the carriage.

"Sha Potian is a monk?"

Zhang Qingfeng was indeed a little surprised, but he didn't show too much surprise.

After staying in Quanyang City for more than a month and settling down the old man's funeral, Zhang Qingfeng couldn't sit still any longer, briefly explained a few words, and after appeasing the six fiancées and his father, he couldn't wait to take the magician and rush towards the Spring and Autumn Ancient Kingdom.

On this trip, Zhang Qingfeng only brought a magician.

Originally, he was going to take the little black dragon with him.

Thinking of the long distance, the little black dragon overdrew the dragon's breath last time in order to destroy the giant scorpion, and it didn't take long for her to fall into a deep sleep, so she left her in the Wu'an Hou Mansion.

Now, the Wu'an Hou Mansion is protected by the magic circle laid by the demon priest group headed by Mai Crotch Prison, and there are a thousand bloody guards, three hundred black dragon guards guarding day and night, and three thousand tiger and leopard soldiers guarding the surroundings, plus the high priest Lu who has just stepped into the fifth order as the backing, with the strength of the major sects in the Central Plains, even if the people and horses of the Sword Pavilion pour out, they can only end up with no return.

After leaving Quanyang City, Zhang Qingfeng's whole heart flew to Sha Potian, a loyal servant who had followed him thousands of years ago.

What happened in the past thousand years after the failure of this ascension, Zhang Qingfeng had no clue.

Originally, the little black dragon from thousands of years ago should be the most qualified person to speak, but she was imprisoned in the cave of the 100,000 Mountains soon after she broke the shell, and her understanding of the outside world was like a blank piece of paper, plus her soul was eroded by the ghost qi, and she was asleep most of the time, so Zhang Qingfeng could only make other plans.

For the little black dragon, Zhang Qingfeng is full of guilt.

Since she followed her a thousand years ago when she was an egg, she hasn't had a good day.

Needless to say, the torture he has suffered for thousands of years, he finally recognized the master and servant, but he saved himself again and again, and he blushed when he thought about it.

Fortunately, the ghost qi in the little black dragon's body has found a way to crack it.

The invasion of the three major tribes of the demon clan made Zhang Qingfeng loot a large bucket of magic pulp, these were the top holy medicines, except for a small amount of distribution to relatives and some important subordinates, the rest were all poured into the stomach of the little black dragon.

Zhang Qingfeng believes that as long as the little black dragon wakes up again, the black prison ghost qi in her body will be completely eliminated, and her combat power will also show a qualitative leap, and at that time, she will live up to her identity and divine power as a divine dragon.

Now, Zhang Qingfeng actually learned from the magician that the slave who was most loyal to him back then was still alive, and seeing that the fog of thousands of years would be cleared layer by layer, how could he not be anxious?