Chu Qiuli woke up with a headache after a hangover.

He stood up a little groggily, and the rain outside the house had finally stopped all night, and the small courtyard was wet and hazy.

"Meow?" a black cat landed in front of him, blinking its amber eyes and tilting its head to look at him.

"Are you awake?" Then the young man with a white cloth tied to his right arm walked in with a bowl of hot rice porridge and handed it to him.

Chu Qiuli took the rice porridge in a trance, leaned close to his nose and sniffed it, it was very fragrant.

He hurriedly took a sip, and the lower abdomen that had been soaked by the wine all night was filled with warmth, because the rice porridge poured into it.

"Good stuff. The middle-aged man patted his stomach, and his face returned to a big grin.

"There are still a lot of them in the pot, if Brother Chu likes it, I'll serve it to you later." The young man smiled faintly and whispered.

"Come by yourself, come by yourself. The big man said with a smile, and swallowed all the remaining rice porridge in the bowl into his stomach. Then he got up and went to serve the rice porridge.

"Brother Chu. ”

It was only before this footstep was taken that the young man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Huh?" the big man turned his head to look at the boy in confusion.

The young man did not speak, but stretched out his finger at that time and pointed not far away, Chu Qiuli followed the young man's finger and looked at the place he was pointing.

It is an attic, about three or four feet high, the whole body is made of mahogany, although it is chic, but it is not surprising in this prosperous Chang'an City. It's just that the middle-aged man, who has never taken everything to heart, was inexplicably shocked when he saw the attic.

But soon he covered up such a different color, and pretended to look at Xu Han with a puzzled face.

"What's wrong? Brother Xu likes that attic?"

"No, no, it's too girly. ”

Dahan said seriously.

The young man didn't care about Chu Qiuli's words, but looked at Chu Qiuli with a smile and asked, "The owner of the attic, does Brother Chu know him?"

Chu Qiuli snorted haha, and was about to deny it.

"A woman in Tsing Yi. The boy's voice rang out again. "Yesterday you were drunk, and the woman stood in the attic and watched you all night. ”

The man surnamed Chu looked stunned, but still said with a smile: "It's not strange, it's not strange, your brother Chu and I are famous for being suave in Chang'an City, and the women who admire me are not ten thousand but eight thousand, and I am estimated to be an infatuated woman, but unfortunately I am not here, and I am not here." ”

Such nonsense can be described as full of mistakes, but the young man nodded surprisingly, as if there was no intention of pursuing it.

Just when the middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the young man's voice sounded again.

"However, Brother Chu called the name Ran Qingyi yesterday ninety-three times..."

"Why is that?"

The young man sat at the wooden table, stretched out his hand to dust the black cat's hair, and said without turning his head.

......

Su Mu'an followed the group through the white palace walls in the Taiyin Palace, and everywhere you could see a Confucian dressed in white, shuttling back and forth in the palace gate. Among them are handsome young men in their early twenties, middle-aged men with unshaven beards and solemn expressions, and there are also old men with frost-dyed sideburns.

They were in a hurry, each holding a different scroll in his hand.

Su Muan looked at it in surprise, and couldn't help but look at it twice.

"Little guy, do you want to have your problem?" The man in the black robe embroidered with an evil dragon turned his head and looked at Su Mu'an with a smile.

Su Muan shook his head with some distress, he hadn't slept well all night yesterday, thinking about what kind of question he should ask, he also realized at a young age that such an opportunity was extremely rare, but after thinking about it, he couldn't make up his mind. It's not that he doesn't have confusion in his heart, but he has too many questions to ask, but in the end, he can't decide, which one to ask?

"Why don't I help you think of one?" said the man gently, with a warm smile on his face, so that people who were not familiar with him would inevitably have harmless kindness towards him.

Su Mu'an is a straight person, someone is willing to help him solve his doubts, he is naturally happy, and he asked without thinking about it: "Okay, what do you ask?"

When the man heard this, the smile on his face was even worse. "Didn't you say you owe the knife man a knife? Why don't you ask the knife man what he is?"

When these words came out, before Su Mu'an could respond, Ning Zhumang on the side couldn't stand it.

"I think it's you Yuan Yan Luo who want to know, right? Fooling children is not afraid of losing their identity?" Ning Zhumang snorted coldly and said.

But the black-robed man didn't care, he still had a smile like a spring breeze on his face, and Ying Ying said: "People live for a lifetime, and the world is vast and weird. It's always good to know more, it's good for yourself, and it's good for your little brother, so how can you say it's a deception?"

"Yes, Uncle Ning. This senior was just helping me with an idea, not lying to me. The simple-minded Su Mu'an hurriedly said at that time, with the intention of helping the man speak.

Ning Zhumang was angry for a while when he heard this, and he couldn't wait to take out a wooden stick on the spot and knock on Su Mu'an's elm head.

"Mu'an. Fortunately, at this moment, Yuan Guilong's voice suddenly sounded. "Don't listen to others, just seek your heart. ”

Su Mu'an, who has always respected teachers, hurriedly nodded, "Yes, Master." ”

He said this, but he didn't notice that the black-robed man on the side pouted dissatisfied.

......

"So, is there really a sect in this world called the Holy Gate of Thieves?" Xu Han squinted at the middle-aged man in front of him and said softly.

When these words came out, they immediately aroused Chu Qiuli's dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean that there really is, there is already one! I, Chu someone, sit upright, when did I deceive you?" Chu Qiuli took the rice porridge that had not yet been swallowed in his mouth, and retorted loudly, and suddenly the rice porridge sprayed and splashed Xuan'er on the side, causing the black cat to let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

"Okay, good, good!" Xu Han said again and again, seeing that the anger on the man's face subsided, he then asked: "Then the imperial envoy of the White Phoenix Department, Ran Qingyi, is still the same door of Brother Chu?"

"Alas. The man who heard this question put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, and the rice porridge in the bowl was shocked by this force, and scattered a little on the wooden table.

"It's not as simple as being the same door. ”

The man raised his head at that moment and looked up at the sky, and the sun after the rain fell on the side of his face, reflecting the grains of rice on his bushy beard clearly. "Back then, I was eighteen years old, and she was eighteen years old. ”

"Among the thieves of the Holy Gate, there are two peerless ones, one deceiving the heavens and the other stealing lives. The two of us were taught by my father, she learned the front, and I learned the back..."

Chu Qiuli said slowly with a look of fascination, the light in his eyes was deep, as if he had returned to the eighteen-year-old in his mouth.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

It was only at the beginning of this story that there was a knock in the direction of the courtyard door.

Chu Qiuli stopped the words in his mouth and looked sideways at Xu Han, Xu Han also shook his head helplessly, obviously not knowing who was visiting at this moment.

But he still stood up, walked in the direction of the courtyard gate, and opened the courtyard door.

What caught his eye was a face he was quite familiar with.

It was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, dressed in a purple robe. When he saw Xu Han, the young man smiled, then bowed to him Yingying, and said, "Song has seen Brother Xu." ”

Song Yueming's arrival was somewhat unexpected by Xu Han, he was slightly stunned and said in a deep voice: "Brother Song, please." ”

With that, he led Song Yueming through the narrow courtyard and came to the house.

"Brother Chu is also here, long time no see. Song Yueming saw Chu Qiuli in the house, and also saluted respectfully. If it weren't for the fact that at this moment, the purple robe on his body that represented the master of the Sword Holding Hall, his behavior like this would inevitably make people feel as if he had returned to the scene in the window of the Xiaoxuan Pavilion in Linglong Pavilion back then.

But after all, time has passed, Chu Qiuli looked at Song Yueming, nodded at him, got up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table, and said, "You talk, I'll clean up." ”

After saying this, the middle-aged man left.

Xu Han looked at the back of the man leaving, his eyes narrowed slightly, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart, he finally found an opportunity to let the man confide in his heart, but was disturbed by Song Yueming, who suddenly visited.

"Brother Xu, don't you sit?" While he was thinking about this, Song Yueming had already sat down by herself, looking at Xu Han with a smile.

Xu Han, who came back to his senses, had to put away the regret in his heart, sat down opposite Song Yueming, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "Why did Brother Song have time to come to my humble house today?"

"Burrow?" Hearing this, the purple-robed young man turned his eyes to look at Xu Han's small courtyard. "It has the taste of the small window back then, Song is very nostalgic for the scene back then, and he likes it tightly, how can he say that it is a bad house?"

"What was the situation back then?" Xu Han smiled when he heard this, "Brother Song is now the master of the Sword Hall, and he is the right-hand man under the seat of Elder Sikong. ”

Song Yueming naturally heard something in Xu Han's words, and he didn't refute it, but just smiled faintly.

"Brother Song, you and I still don't want to be false and wronged, let's talk about what is going on here. ”

Song Yueming was not annoyed when he heard this, he picked up the teacup on the wooden table by himself, squinted his eyes and said, "I want to save Brother Xu's life on this trip." ”

"Oh, how to save it?" Xu Han raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Brother Xu is a smart person, you should know that to this day, whether it is Zhu Xian or Elder Sikong, the reason why he has not made a move on Brother Xu is that he is afraid of the land of Jizhou that is held in the hands of Tiance Mansion, and that Mobei Sword King Yuan Guilong. ”

"Now that Brother Xu has left Tiance Mansion, the former who is worried about it is no longer useful to Brother Xu, and as for that Yuan Guilong... It is estimated that he will not live long, so if Brother Xu wants to live, he thinks that he still has to plan early. Song Yueming said lightly.

"What does Brother Song mean?"

"Hand over the Heavenly Sword. Song Yueming's voice suddenly became a little cold at that time.

Xu Han seemed to have expected this.

"Can Xu survive if he hands over the Xingtian Sword? Not to mention whether Zhu Shouzuo can let go of the revenge of killing the son, I don't think Brother Song has heard the rumors about Xu in the market, right?"

"Brother Xu is saying that it is rumored that Brother Xu is the prince who survived by luck back then, and he should inherit the unification?"

"Zhu Xian's mind is well known, since he wants to achieve the great cause of the emperor, how can I, the so-called true son of heaven, be at large?"

"Brother Xu believes this?" Song Yueming raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if I believe it or not, the important thing is that Zhu Shouza has never had a little sand in his eyes. I'm not the prince, this sword is the bargaining chip for me to settle down, I'm the prince, this sword is in hand, the dragon is protected, and no one can kill me. It stands to reason, does Brother Song think I can hand over this sword?"

Hearing this, Song Yueming knew that he would not be able to take this sword from Xu Han's hand today no matter what, so he simply put away the effort to talk more about this matter. He immediately stood up and said, "I don't think Zhu Longqi's death is not Brother Xu's business alone, I heard that Senior Sister Ziyu has gone to Chen Country with that Meng Gongzi. I wonder if it has something to do with it?"

"What's the matter? Brother Song wants to help Zhu Shouzao find out the truth?"

"Brother Xu misunderstood, you also know the character of that first adult, in order to avenge his son, he will not investigate whether Senior Sister Ziyu is involved in this matter, as long as there is half a doubt, he will kill the killer. ”

"But Ziyu is the queen of Chen Guo after all, and I want to wish the first one for his great cause at this juncture, I'm afraid there will be no extraneous branches. ”

Hearing this, the smile in Song Yueming's eyes was even worse, and he said: "If Brother Xu has such an idea, then I'm afraid it will disappoint Brother Xu." ”

After saying this, the young man took out something from his arms and handed it to Xu Han.

It was a letter, with a handwriting in pen and ink, which seemed to be a secret letter from somewhere, and there was still red wax in the corner of the letter for sealing. And when Xu Han saw the handwriting on it clearly, the young man's pupils suddenly dilated, and a look of horror appeared on his eyebrows.

It says so.

"On January 12 of the first year of Lailong, Chen Xuanji married Yan Yanyan, the daughter of the head of the Yan family, and became the queen. ”

......

Sandalwood was lit in the middle of the door, and a faint scent of smoke lingered around the door, enveloping everything in the room.

Sitting in the room called Fenglai Pavilion, Su Mu'an looked a little cramped and uneasy.

Everyone around them sat upright, either with their eyes closed or their heads bowed in contemplation, as if they were waiting for something in peace.

Su Mu'an had been waiting here for half an hour, but the legendary supreme true person still hadn't arrived.

I can't tell if it's because I'm impatient or the weird atmosphere in the house makes him uneasy, he always feels a little depressed, and wants to say something to others, but even Ning Zhumang, who is closest to him on weekdays, seems to have changed his face, and sits in place without squinting, obviously ignoring his thoughts.

Such a dilemma lasted for more than a hundred years. The gate of the Fenglai Pavilion was suddenly pushed open, and dozens of white-clothed Confucian fish entered and stood on both sides.

Everyone who was sitting silently turned their heads to look at it at that time, and Su Mu'an also knew from their performance that the supreme real person was about to appear, so the young man also held his breath and stared, and then turned his head to look.

An immortal who is more than six hundred years old has experienced countless ups and downs in the world, and such an existence, no matter from any point of view, is enough to arouse the curiosity in this young man's heart.

It's just that when that immortal really appeared, Su Muan was a little disappointed.

There is no imaginary fairy wind bone, and there is no expected qin flute Sanskrit singing.

Rather than an immortal, the supreme real man was more like an old man on the verge of death, he was wearing a wide white robe, six gold threads embroidered on the cuffs, and the ravines on his face were like the bark of the old tree, so that it was almost impossible to see his original appearance. His walking steps were trembling, and he even needed the support of two Confucian scholars on both sides to walk safely to the high platform of this Fenglai Pavilion.

Although the appearance of the supreme real person is very different from what Su Mu'an imagined.

But the young man, who has always been kind, still has enough respect for this old man.

"There are really many people in the world, in just a few months, I have a few groups of guests in the Taiyin Palace. After sitting on the high platform, the supreme real person glanced at everyone in the audience, and then spoke. His voice is a little vicissitudes, but there is a warm warmth in his tone, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Old and old, let you wait for a long time. The old man said this, and the words changed suddenly. "Since you came to my Taiyin Palace, you must also know the rules of the Taiyin Palace, so let's get straight to the point, if you have any questions, let's go to the point. ”

The gate of Fenglai Pavilion was closed, and more than ten Confucian scholars stood silently at the door. Su Mu'an and the five sat on the futon. As these words fell, the atmosphere in Fenglai Pavilion became more and more silent.

Just when Su Mu'an clenched his fists, thinking about whether to speak first, after all, the question he decided in the end should not be complicated in his opinion, so he could ask first to leave more preparation time for his master and others.

It was only when such a thought arose, and Ning Zhumang took the lead in standing up.

I saw Ning Zhangjiao arch his hand towards the supreme real person, his face sank, and he asked: "A year ago, the elder of our sect, Si Bai, was in a real person, and he asked for a hexagram here, and the hexagram said, killing the emperor and saving the world. Ning had the courage to ask, after the Holy Dragon drove the guests, there was Xia Jun on the outside, and the vassal king on the inside, how could the world be better than today? Is this a salvation or a troubled world?"

In Su Mu'an's eyes, Ning Zhumang, who had always been kind, was surging between his eyebrows at this time, and he almost asked this question in a questioning tone.

And in the face of such a fierce question, the supreme real person had no different face.

"In the last years of the Great Departure, the heroes were divided, and the world was in chaos. In the previous dynasty, Taizu ruled martial arts, and went all the way to the east and west to pacify the world, which led to the peaceful and prosperous era of Great Chu. If the things in the world only look down on a breath and a moment, there will naturally be purgatory on earth, and hunger will be everywhere. But if there is no such break, how can Mingjun take advantage of the situation to rise up, and the country and the people will be safe?"

"If Ning Zhangjiao asks whether this salvation is still a troubled world, it is a troubled world now, but a hundred years later, it will be a peaceful and prosperous world. This predecessor planted a tree and later enjoyed the shade, and the same is true in ancient times. As for the evil anger in the heart of the master of the sect, I think it is just very unfortunate that Linglong Pavilion was a pawn that was crushed before the arrival of this prosperous world. But there has never been an immortal dynasty in the world, let alone a sect, and it is better for the master to see it. ”

The words of the Supreme True Man were light and light, and even there was a faint smile in the cloudy eyes.

When Ning Zhumang heard this, his face was gloomy, but he also knew that he could only ask the old man and retreated.

Yuan Guilong stood up at that time and stepped forward.

He also arched his hand towards this real person, and asked in a deep voice: "I want to ask, Wang Muji of the Northern Frontier of the Great Zhou Dynasty has already ascended to the fairyland, but he has lived no more than half a hundred, and his life palace has failed and died, can the real person know who took his life palace?"

When he asked this, the knifeman's tone was cold, and his eyes were shining with coldness.

The Supreme True Man was still unaware of this, and he still said calmly: "Your Excellency has a sin in your eyes, and there is a sharp edge in your words, and you already have a certain number in your heart, so why bother asking." ”

Su Mu'an, who heard this answer, was in a fog, but Yuan Guilong nodded slightly at that time, and actually retreated.

The Supreme True Man turned his eyes to look at the three people who had not yet asked questions, and his gloomy gaze swept over them one by one, and finally fell on the body of the ink dustman, "I can't imagine that the old man can see the heir of the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb before he dies, I don't know what your Excellency has?"

Mo Chenzi did not hesitate, since the supreme real person asked, he immediately stood up, did not salute, and asked: "When the Great Chu Emperor asked the Dao Academy, was the theory of the half-demon god seed started by Your Excellency?"

When the Supreme True Person heard this, he did not deny it, and said, "Indeed." ”

"How can there be a way to live forever in the world, if there is a real person, how can it fall into such a field? When did the Taiyin Palace also start to make up nonsense, or did the real person have other plans?" Mo Chenzi, who got the answer, didn't seem to want to abide by the rule of one person and one question in the Taiyin Palace, and continued to ask at that time.

And the Supreme True Man didn't seem to pursue the matter, and the old man stroked his beard at his chin.

"Heaven and earth are vast, although the Taiyin Palace claims to know thousands of years, but the world is mysterious, how can I know everything? The emperor asked me about this law, the rules of the Taiyin Palace, and naturally asked and answered, as for the consequences, it is not something that my Taiyin Palace can interfere with. ”

Hearing this, Mo Chenzi looked at the old man on the stage silently, as if he wanted to see what he was thinking at the moment, but how could an immortal who had lived for six hundred years be overjoyed?

The sandalwood in the room slowly burned out, and Mo Chenzi finally spoke again after a long period of deep eyes.

"It seems that the old palace master is unwilling to abide by this rule, so when it comes to this, we may have to talk about it. ”

The old man smiled and nodded, "I would like to hear about it." ”

After the two finished speaking, the man in the black robe embroidered with the evil dragon finally stood up.

He patted Su Mu'an's shoulder on the side, winked at the young man, and said, "Think about it." ”

Then he bowed his hand respectfully towards the immortal and asked, "Where can I find the credit sword man?"

This question was released, and everyone on the field was stunned. Su Mu'an looked at the man with wide eyes, and couldn't understand why he asked such a question?

It was also rare for the Supreme True Person who could calmly respond to any question before that, and did not answer this question at the first time, but instead asked rhetorically, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Naturally, it's a borrowed knife. The man replied with a smile on his face.

The supreme real person who got this response looked at the man's scene with deep eyes, and then for the first time he lifted the brush on the desk in front of him, and the two Confucian scholars serving beside him saw this, one hurriedly studied the ink, and the other put the best rice paper in front of the old man, only to see the supreme real person holding the pen and sketching on the rice paper for a long time.

After a hundred breaths, he took the pen and ink, and a Confucian scholar respectfully took the rice paper and handed it to the man.

The man in the black robe looked at the contents of the rice paper with heavy eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"Thank you. With that, he retreated.

"It's your turn, little one. After sitting back in his place, the man didn't forget to squeeze his eyes at Su Mu'an beside him, and teased.

"Huh?" Su Mu'an, who heard this, hurriedly stood up and walked to the middle of the door, but did not ask a question.

"Son, if you have any questions, you can tell me. Seeing him like this, the Supreme True Man said with a smile. There is no lack of encouragement in the tone, but it is like a pleasant elder.

But Su Muan stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, and said with some distress: "I haven't thought about it yet..."

His appearance caused the surrounding Confucian students to chuckle.

The Supreme True Man is in charge of the Taiyin Palace, and he has never met such a strange child in more than six hundred years.

"Then think about it quickly, my old bones can wait, these few can't wait. Saying that, the old man looked at Yuan Guilong and the others who were sitting on the side, intentionally or unintentionally.

Su Mu'an didn't understand what the old man meant, but he felt uneasy about letting so many people wait.

So after thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and finally asked, "Then tell me, who is the swordsman of my ancestor?"

When this question came out, everyone present was stunned again.

It's not that it's a strange question, it's that it seems too simple to everyone and doesn't seem to make any sense.

"It's not easy to go up the mountain once? Are you sure you're going to ask that. The Supreme True Person also seemed to be amused by Su Mu'an's actions, and the old man asked with a smile on his face, as if he was extremely rare in his intention to give him a chance to change.

"If you don't change it, it's him. But Su Muan shook his head very firmly.

"But there are so many people in your family, which one do you want to know?" Seeing the young man's resolute attitude, the supreme real person did not say anything to persuade him, but asked rhetorically.

As soon as this question came out, the muscles on Ning Zhumang's face, who was sitting precariously on the side, twitched imperceptibly.

And as he expected, the boy began to fold his fingers again and again, "My father's father's father... Daddy..."

He counted seventeen fathers in a serious manner before stopping.

The supreme real person on the stage laughed dumbly when he heard this, "You wait a while, and I'll help you calculate who your ancestor is." ”

"Well, good. Su Mu'an nodded hurriedly, the look on his face was still very serious.

And the Supreme True Man closed his eyes after saying this.

He began to deduce with the secret method of his Taiyin Palace.

It's not too hard for him to do.

Because there are too many variables in the future, the longer you go, the more difficult it will be to deduce.

This is not the case with the past, because the past has long since become a certainty, and the more time passes in such a certainty, the greater the impact on the present. The person who deduces will have more clues to trace back to the past. Of course, the more distant the past, although theoretically easier to deduce, because of the passage of time, it takes more effort. And these are nothing to the immortals who have lived for six hundred years.

This point, not only the Confucian students in this room think so, but Yuan Guilong and others also think so.

It's just that compared to those Confucian scholars who knew about the strange long sword on Su Mu'an's back, Yuan Guilong and the others were more curious than them.

Time passed breathlessly, Su Muan's eyes widened, and he looked at the old man on the stage expectantly.

But in the blink of an eye, the old man with closed eyes still did not open his eyes, but frowned deeper and deeper. Even everyone could clearly see that beads of sweat began to appear on the old man's forehead.

The Confucian scholars in the Taiyin Palace obviously didn't expect such a scene, it seemed that except for the Heavenly Tribulation that they hadn't survived a few years ago, they had never seen this old palace master show such a look.

This is a very unreasonable thing to do. Su Mu'an counted seventeen fathers, and it was only a few hundred years to calculate, and in this kind of calculation, many Confucian students in the Taiyin Palace, as long as they were willing to spend some time, they could probably do it.

And looking at the look on the face of the real person at this moment, it seems that things are far from so simple.

Of course, it's not simple.

It only took less than ten breaths for the Supreme True Person to count the top ten fathers in Su Mu'an's mouth.

But when I got to the eleventh place, the speed slowed down suddenly.

Tracing back the eleventh father, he spent twice as much time as the previous ten people, not because of any problems encountered, but because the life span of the eleventh father was extremely long, almost to the point of four or five hundred years. And before this supreme real person could relieve himself, the twelfth made his face change suddenly, and the lifespan of this ancestor of the Su family was eight hundred years.

He is a supreme real person, and after living for 600 years, he is already the longest-lived immortal in the world. He had never heard of an immortal in this world who lived for 800 years. He had experienced the sixth Heavenly Tribulation, and he knew how terrifying this Heavenly Tribulation would be, and eight hundred years of immortal means that the other party had suffered at least seven Heavenly Tribulations, and he didn't dare to imagine how strong that person could be.

It took him another thirty breaths to cross the twelfth ancestor of the Su family.

But the thirteenth made his head shook, this ancestor of the Su family had a longevity of 1,400 years...

I'm afraid this is no longer the longevity that can be achieved in the realm of earth immortals...

And the fourteenth, fifteenth, sixteenth, and their longevity all increased geometrically, and the speed of the supreme real person's deduction began to slow down continuously, and his face gradually became pale, and even because he had lost too much mental energy, his internal breath was disordered.

The few six people behind him have allowed the Supreme True Person to deduce the situation for 10,000 years, which is undoubtedly a huge consumption for him, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, this is not how he cares about his commitment to Su Mu'an, but as a monk, he instinctively yearns for such a powerful existence. At the same time, he was also very curious in his heart, what kind of character was the seventeenth father in Su Mu'an's mouth, and whether such an existence was enough to compare with that one...

With such doubts, it took nearly half an hour to deduce the sixteenth ancestor of the Su family, and the seventeenth slowly unveiled his mystery in front of the supreme real person at that time.

The Supreme True Man took a deep breath.

He was a little excited, but also a little inexplicably afraid.

He tried to calm down the strangeness in his heart, and then continued to deduce.

And just then did such a thought arise, and the scenery in front of him suddenly dimmed, like a time and space replacement, and he came to an endless darkness.

In the endless darkness, he faintly saw a figure in front of him.

There was no reason, a voice in his head was telling him that this was the ancestor of the Su family.

He looked with all his might.

He saw a back, a back with a sword.

He also saw a dark sky, and innumerable stars were shining, and among them were seven of the brightest stars, standing in the middle like kings.

The figure had seven stars on its head, and its body slowly turned towards him.

The Supreme Man's breath became rapid.

But he still tried to keep his eyes open, trying to see the figure's face.

And then, at last, the man turned his body, and he was greeted by a pair of eyes, eyes that burned like a blazing sun.

A majesty like the top of Mount Tai struck, as if the prying gods were blasphemed by the anger of the blasphemy, just a glance, the supreme real person was shocked.

Burst!

So under the surprised eyes of the people in Fenglai Pavilion, the supreme real person spurted out a mouthful of blood, and sat in place with a sluggish breath.

After a long time, the old man finally raised his head slowly and looked at Su Mu'an.

The expression on his face was sluggish, and after a while, he weakly spit out four words.

"He... still alive..."