An leisurely shook his head. "I haven't seen him. ”

The hope that had just risen in Wuhua's heart was extinguished, and he was so unfortunate that his heart was stuffed.

An Xian continued: "When my mother was dying, she told me that my father was the only son of Wenbai of the Ghost Temple. "I'm sorry, she really doesn't know what Wuhua's father's name is, otherwise, An Xian would definitely not mention Wuhua's grandfather, but directly say this man's name.

Wuhua was stupid. What does this mean? Isn't my grandfather's only son my father? Is it okay that my father only has one son? How can another one ...... pop up

Quiet and miserable. "My father and mother met by chance and fell in love at first sight, but Wenbai's predecessors had already betrothed to my father. That girl was the daughter of an elder in the Ghost Temple, and she was a female cultivator who controlled ghosts. So, my father and my mother eloped. ”

"However, it didn't take long for my father to be captured by Wenbai's seniors. It took almost two years for my father to escape. It's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes. Soon after, during an adventure, his father was ...... He ...... Woo woo woo ......" An Xian squatted down, hugging his knees and crying.

Wuhua grew his mouth and looked incredulous.

He didn't believe it was true. However, the words of tranquility are impeccable.

He's not small. I have also heard about my parents. My father did escape marriage back then, on the grounds that he was frightened by ghosts when he was a child and was afraid of ghosts. The marriage between my parents was indeed forcibly brokered by my grandfather and grandfather. Not long after he was born, his father left and never returned.

Turns out Daddy is dead?

Wuhua suddenly found herself so sad, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

He also squatted down, squatting beside An Xian, next to An Xian, looking sideways at her. Is she her half-sister? I guess so, who would talk nonsense about such a thing. The young Wuhua has no experience yet, and he doesn't know what it means to be unpredictable. It took him less than ten breaths to accept this sister.

"Sister, don't cry. Although my father is dead, we still have my grandfather. Wuhua groped around on his body, wanting to touch a handkerchief to wipe An Xian's tears, rummaged around his body, and pulled out a handkerchief, but found that this handkerchief was the same as a rag, so he was embarrassed to paste on An Xian's face.

This time, he was forcibly thrown by the sect in the secret realm of the old site of the sect, and was forced to get along with his ghost puppet Xiaobai day and night. After struggling in the secret realm for two months, he turned himself into a beggar, and there was no clean place on his body. I just learned to get along with Xiaobai intimately, and when I broke out, I met Anxi, and I didn't take a bath, how can I have a clean handkerchief?

An Xian glanced at the "rag", and hurriedly took out a handkerchief, helped Wuhua wipe his tears, and then wiped his own tears.

This wipe of tears wiped Wuhua's dirty little face clean, revealing a delicate face.

An Xian finally found the shadow of Wuhua on this face, and the softest place in his heart was touched at once, and his eyes turned red.

Wuhua thought that An Xian was in tears because he saw his relatives at first sight, so he couldn't suppress it at first, hugged An Xian, cried, and the longing for his father that had been suppressed for many years erupted suddenly.

An Xian had no choice but to cry with him.

The two cried for a while, and they talked about it leisurely, so they coaxed Wuhua to stop crying.

Wuhua took out the ghost bag and took Xiaobai in. "Sister, you put away your ghost too. Let's go, I'll take you home. Grandpa will be very happy to see you. ”

An Xian opened the ghost door and let Thirteen enter the ghost mound.

Wuhua was very surprised that An Xian took away the ghost without using the ghost bag, but he didn't ask. He said to himself: This is probably the difference between a ghost servant and a ghost puppet.

The two of them raised their swords, Wuhua in front, and Tranquility in the back.

With Wuhua leading the way, he arrived in front of Wen Bai, the fourth elder of the Ghost Temple, without any obstacles.

This part of the Ghost Temple is not huge. From the outside, it looks like a big mansion, not much bigger than the Jiufang Hall in Liyuan, but the population is quite large, and the residence is very crowded.

The defenses are also very loose, which shows that the ghost temple is extremely bad in this era. The revived ghost temple that he saw before his rebirth was 108,000 miles away.

After listening to Wuhua's introduction, Wen Bai's brows furrowed. The old man's cultivation has long reached a bottleneck, and now his hair is all white, his face is full of wrinkles, and his life span is not much.

When I heard the news of my son, my heart was inevitably stirred. He pulled An Xian and looked up and down, trying to find a trace of his son from An Xian.

An Xian let the old man take his hand, turned his head and said to Wuhua, "Brother, go wash it." You're all a little stinker. ”

Wuhua smiled. "Grandpa, shall I go wash up?"

Wuhua left, and said to the people who were serving next to him, "I'm sorry for you to avoid one or two for the time being, I have some private matters to tell grandpa." ”

Everybody's gone. The door closes.

Wen Bai's mind also calmed down. He let go of An Xian's hand, and his already cloudy eyes narrowed. The immortal techniques of verifying the parent-child relationship, Wen Bai alone knows, there are no less than ten. Whether An Xian is lying or not, you will know at a glance.

An Xian took out a jade slip and handed it respectfully with both hands. "The secret of "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" and a granddaughter of a close relative, old man, do you want it?" The implication of the words: I am indeed not your granddaughter, but I use the secret of "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" in exchange for your recognition of your relatives, do you want to recognize it?

Knowing a granddaughter is nothing, but a copy of "Nine Turns of Yellow Springs" can bring the ghost temple back to life. But why would this little girl be willing to be his granddaughter?

Wenbai took two steps back and put his hands behind his back. "Such a great good thing, the old man is afraid that the little ghost temple will not be able to bear it. ”

An Xian lowered his hand, gently tapped Yu Jian in the palm of his hand a few times, and said in his heart: "Old fox, you are so calm!"

An Xian said: "Grandpa, because of a coincidence, I got the Nine Turns Yellow Spring and became a ghost cultivator. However, I am only a casual cultivator, and I have no foundation. I want to join the Ghost Temple, but if I only join the Ghost Temple as a casual cultivator, if I offer the Nine Turns Yellow Spring, if I am lucky, at most I will get some rewards such as pill spirit stones, and if I am unlucky, I may even be forced to be questioned by the soul extraction. ”

Wen Bai's eyes narrowed. Both of the things the woman said were possible, the latter being more likely. Since a casual cultivator can take out the "Nine Turns of Yellow Spring", there must be a great opportunity on him, with the viciousness and greed of some people in the sect, it is really possible to draw her soul and force her to probe her secrets.

An Xianxin said that there was a door, but the old man did not stop her from calling him grandpa. "But if I were your granddaughter, it would be different. I'm such a gifted granddaughter, would you be willing to watch me being bullied? Even if you don't care in your heart, you can't hang it on your face, right? Other people look at your old face, who would dare to harm me at will?"