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As soon as the old man Qinghong came in, his eyes fell on Xia Yunjie.

Although Qu Weiguo had already told him that Xia Yunjie was very young, when he saw a young man like a big boy sitting next to Huang Lao, Old Man Qinghong couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes.

Especially when the old man Qinghong realized that he hadn't noticed any magic power fluctuations since he came in, he was even more surprised.

There are only two possibilities in this situation, one is that Xia Yunjie is just an ordinary person like Huang Lao, and the other is that Xia Yunjie's cultivation is much higher than him, so that he can't detect the fluctuations in his magic power at all.

Obviously, the real possibility will only be the latter!

But these are all secondary, what really shocked and excited the old man Qinghong was that Xia Yunjie was wearing a silver ring on the little finger of his left hand, and the ring was engraved with a mountain peak surrounded by fairy spirits, which was none other than the token of the head of Wuxianmen.

Old man Qinghong is the eldest disciple of the Qingzi generation of Wu Xianmen, and he is eighty-five years old this year, and the difference between him and Wu Ze's youngest apprentice is only five years old. Therefore, the old man Qinghong when he was young was different from Feng Wenbo, he not only saw Wu Ze Shizu, but also listened to the sermon under Wu Ze Shizu's knees. To this day, the image of Wu Ze Shizu is still deeply seared in his mind, and the token of the head worn on the little finger of Wu Ze Shizu on his left hand is also deeply seared in his mind, so he recognized it at a glance.

After many years, seeing the token of the head of the sect again, how can the old man Qinghong not be shocked?

However, the identity of the head of Wu Xianmen is not trivial, although the old man Qinghong has recognized it at a glance, he still suppressed the shock and excitement in his heart, pulled his clothes, and then walked to Xia Yunjie, and bent his knees to make a big salute.

"Times are different, and you are much older than me, so there is no need for this false courtesy. Xia Yunjie stopped him without waiting for the old man Qinghong to kneel down.

"You are an elder in the door, and this time you will allow me to make a big gift. The old man Qinghong insisted on making a big gift.

Although in front of Huang Lao, it is inconvenient for the old man Qinghong to reveal too many things in the door, but the identity of the head of the family is unusual, even if his master is alive, he must respect the little uncle in front of him.

Seeing that the old man Qinghong insisted, Xia Yunjie had no choice but to sit upright and accept the kowtow of the old man Qinghong, and when Huang Lao saw this, his cloudy old eyes flashed from time to time.

has been friends with the old man Qinghong for many years, how can Huang Lao not see that the old man Qinghong's respect for Xia Yunjie seems to be far more simple than the elders of his own sect!

You must know that even if Xia Yunjie is really the uncle of the old man Qinghong, but the age difference between the two is huge, and they are ignorant, since Xia Yunjie didn't let him salute, he didn't seem to have to insist like this, and when he saluted, his expression was solemn as if he was on a pilgrimage, which really surprised Huang Lao.

Huang Lao didn't know that the most noble of the ancient sects was the head of the sect. The head of the door is the symbol of a door, the master of a door, and has the right to kill and take away from the doorman, even if Zhuge Xuan is alive now, he still has to listen to the orders of Xia Yunjie, the head of the family, otherwise he will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and betray the sect!

After receiving the great gift from the old man Qinghong, Xia Yunjie helped him up, looked at him fixedly, and frowned: "You are old, and Japan is limited, how can you be too much, so that you hurt your vitality and lose your longevity?"

It turned out that Xia Yunjie didn't know about the old man Qinghong helping Huang Lao to calculate divination, and seeing that his spirit was sluggish, it was obviously because of the excessive divination that was counterattacked, so he couldn't help but reprimand.

You must know that although Xia Yunjie is young, he is also an uncle and the head of the family, and he is obliged to teach and correct his disciples.

"What? Yun Jie, what did you just say? Didn't Qinghong only hurt his vitality? How did he lose his longevity? How much did he lose?" Huang Lao thought at first that the old man Qinghong was just hurting his vitality, but now he knew that he had lost his vitality, and he couldn't help but be anxious.

Xia Yunjie's divination budget attainment is much higher than that of the old man Qinghong, but he usually only uses the budget ability of divination as an ordinary person, and now Huang Laoyi said, Xia Yunjie pinched his fingers slightly in his heart, and he didn't know what was going on, and said with a wry smile: "Qinghong is old, and his vitality is his foundation, once he is injured, it is difficult to fully recover like a young man, and he will naturally lose his longevity." But fortunately, it was discovered early, so Brother Huang doesn't have to worry. ”

Huang Lao naturally had confidence in Xia Yunjie, and he was greatly relieved when he heard this, and then grabbed the old man Qinghong's hand tightly with both hands, and said with tears in his old eyes: "What should I say about you?"

"Hehe, needless to say, I'm a blessing in disguise!" Old Man Qinghong smiled and patted Huang Lao's hand.

Because of the two old men, one needed to rest, and the other urgently needed Xia Yunjie's help to replenish his damaged vitality, so next, the three of them chatted for a while, and Xia Yunjie took the old man Qinghong out of Huang Lao's room.

Old man Qinghong and old Huang live in the same hotel.

When Old Man Qinghong and Xia Yunjie returned to the room arranged by Qu Weiguo for Old Man Qinghong, in the room, Feng Wenbo, Qu Weiguo and Feng Zhengcheng had already been waiting inside for a long time.

Seeing the two coming back, the three hurriedly got up and saw Xia Yunjie. Next, the old man Qinghong and Feng Wenbo's father and son also had a burst of greetings. The reunion of the two old men evoked their respective memories of their master and father, and they couldn't help shedding a few old tears.

"Weiguo, come here, come here with Weishi to meet your uncle and ancestor again!" After the old man Qinghong shed a few old tears, he remembered that Qu Weiguo probably didn't know Xia Yunjie's true identity, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and then took Qu Weiguo's hand, walked in front of Xia Yunjie, and took the lead in kneeling down with his legs.

"Disciple Qinghong, meet the master!" As he spoke, the old tears of the old man Qinghong couldn't help but roll down again.

As the ancients said, a family cannot be without an owner for a day, and a country cannot be without a king for a day. The same is true for a sect.

Before the old man Qinghong's master, Master Zhuge Xuan, was persecuted and died, the most haunting thing was not that he was wrongfully persecuted to death, but because he didn't know where the head of the sect was until he died. Therefore, before he died, Master Zhuge Xuan refused to look at him, until the old man Qinghong swore that he would work hard to find the head of his own sect and recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, and Master Zhuge Xuan swallowed his last breath.

"Disciple, Qu Weiguo, meet the head of the sect and the ancestor!" Qu Weiguo knew that Xia Yunjie was not only the master and the ancestor, but also the head of the sect, and hurriedly followed the master to kowtow to Xia Yunjie respectfully three times, and couldn't help but shed a few tears in his eyes.

"Get up!" Xia Yunjie saw the old man crying, and his nose couldn't help but be a little sour, so he hurriedly endured his sentimentality and helped the old man Qinghong up.

"I wonder if Master Zeng is still here now?" asked the old man Qinghong with a hint of anticipation after he got up.

"Master passed away last year at the age of 124, and he passed away without illness or illness, and he was very peaceful. Xia Yunjie replied.

When the old man Qinghong heard this, he was naturally sad again.

"It's not too early, I'll help you take care of your injuries first, and I'll talk about other things another day. Xia Yunjie was afraid that the old man Qinghong would be too sad and hurt his heart, so he changed the topic in time when he saw this.

"The disciple will take care of himself for a few days, and he will never dare to bother the master and uncle. Hearing this, the old man Qinghong hurriedly said.

The old man Qinghong is not hurting the body but the vitality, and the help of others to regulate requires the consumption of true yuan mana.

"What bother, since they are from the same family, they are a family, how can they see outside?" Xia Yunjie said dissatisfied.

"Having said that, but the noble status of the head uncle is the hope of the sect, how can the cultivation of the head master be delayed because of the disciple?" Seeing Xia Yunjie's dissatisfaction, the old man Qinghong not only did not back down, but his attitude was more resolute.

"Delay my cultivation?hehe, don't worry, I'm already in the Erding realm now, and helping you take care of this injury won't delay my cultivation. When Xia Yunjie heard this, he knew what the old man Qinghong was worried about, and he couldn't help but smile lightly.

"Erding realm!" Feng Wenbo and Feng Zhengcheng may not understand what the Erding realm represents, but the old man Qinghong and Qu Weiguo are very clear, not to mention them, even their master and great-master uncle have never touched the threshold of Erding in their lives, they didn't expect that the head of the family in front of them is young, and he is already in the Erding realm, it is conceivable how terrifying his future achievements will be! The two couldn't help but show shock on their faces at the same time when they heard this.

"Hehe, so you don't have to worry about it now. Let's go, let's go to the room. Xia Yunjie saw the shocked expression on the face of the old man Qinghong, smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said.

The old man Qinghong was slapped by Xia Yunjie, and subconsciously followed Xia Yunjie to the room, while Qu Weiguo and the others stayed in the living room.

Entering the bedroom, Xia Yunjie asked the old man Qinghong to sit cross-legged, and then sat behind him by himself, pressing his hands directly on the top of his head.

Seeing Xia Yunjie directly pressing his hand on the top of his head, the old man Qinghong couldn't help but say with some uneasiness: "Uncle Shi, this ......"

"Don't speak, keep the spiritual platform, and run your own mind with all your might. Xia Yunjie interrupted involuntarily, with a hint of undoubted majesty in his tone.

A flash of gratitude flashed in the eyes of the old man Qinghong, and then he looked at his nose and nose and heart, guarded the spiritual platform, and went all out to operate his own mental method.

As soon as the old man Qinghong turned his own mind, a Wu Ding appeared in his right arm. It's just that this witch tripod is incomplete, only one foot, and it flickers and disappears, as if it will fall apart at any time.

This Wu Ding is the condensation of the magic power that the old man Qinghong has cultivated for many years, it was originally incomplete and unrealistic, and now it has hurt its vitality, and it is even more like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

Just as the witch tripod was crumbling, as if it was about to fall apart at any time, a vast and majestic witch power suddenly descended from the Baihui acupoint of the old man Qinghong.

As soon as the vast and majestic witch power rushed down, the originally crumbling Wu Ding gradually stabilized, and the Wu Ding, which was originally missing two legs and two ears, grew one foot and one ear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As soon as the Wu Ding grew one foot and one ear, it suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and a trace of strong power emanated from the Wu Ding, as if the whole world was full of power.

When Wu Ding grew one foot and one ear, it was already two feet and one ear, and one foot and one ear were still missing, Xia Yunjie slowly moved his hand away from the old man Qinghong's head, and then got up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving the old man Qinghong still in place.

"Weiguo, you guard your master, don't let people disturb him. Out of the bedroom, Xia Yunjie's face was a little tired.

In addition to helping the old man Qinghong heal just now, Xia Yunjie did not hesitate to use his magic power to help him, breaking through his stagnant realm for more than ten years.

Now, just as the old man Qinghong said to Huang Lao, "a blessing in disguise", he is now in the middle stage of the Diwu Yiding realm, which is already equivalent to the realm of his master Zhuge Xuan during his lifetime.

"It's Uncle Shi!" Qu Weiguo bowed when he heard this.

"Uncle, why don't you stay in the hotel tonight. For security reasons, the entire floor of the room has been booked. Feng Zhengcheng saw that Xia Yunjie looked tired, and stepped forward to respectfully ask for instructions.

It's just that this time Feng Zhengcheng changed his name without authorization, and this uncle was also called from the bottom of his heart.

Xia Yunjie glanced at Feng Zhengcheng in surprise when he heard this, but he didn't specifically correct him, just nodded and said, "It's okay." ”

As the so-called lice don't itch, today not only do they call Huang Lao brothers, but there is also an eighty-five-year-old nephew and a forty-eight-year-old grandnephew, and because of the rules in the door, they must also call him Uncle Shi and Uncle Zu. Since this is the case, Xia Yunjie doesn't care if there is one more middle-aged uncle to call him uncle.

"Uncle, why don't you live next door to Uncle Li?" Seeing that Xia Yunjie nodded in agreement, and did not correct his title, Feng Zhengcheng's heart couldn't help but let go.

He was afraid that Xia Yunjie would not accept his title, which meant that he still saw him outside, and now it seems that the uncle in front of him really loves Wu and Wu, and does not treat himself as an outsider.

"I'm casual, the conditions here are much stronger than where I live, and it's better for you to be officials. Xia Yunjie half-jokingly.

"Hehe!" Feng Zhengcheng smiled wryly, he didn't dare to answer these words.

Staying in the room arranged by Feng Zhengcheng, Xia Yunjie felt a wave of tiredness hit him. Just now, helping the old man Qinghong break through the early realm of Diwu Yiding was still more exhausting.

However, although people feel tired, their minds are exceptionally clear.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, what happened today was played out in his mind as clearly as a movie, and Huang Lao's words inviting him to join the career seemed to be ringing in his ears.

It's a completely different experience from working in a bar.

Two different experiences collided in his mind, allowing Xia Yunjie to see life more clearly, and to see himself and what he pursued more clearly.

A trace of enlightenment quietly rises in the bottom of my heart, and my heart is quietly becoming mature and perfect.

Unconsciously, Xia Yunjie entered the cultivation.

The two Wu Ding in the two arms were taller and thicker than before, exuding a trace of terrifying power that made people's hearts palpitate. Among them, Wu Ding in his left arm is still missing a foot.

The magic power quietly worked in Xia Yunjie's body, and a trace of magic power moistened and refined his flesh and blood, and at the same time, it also began to condense the missing foot as before.

The witch power gathered, and gradually condensed into a witch tripod, condensed but not dispersed, and it was a natural success. It is no longer as condensed and scattered, scattered and condensed as before.

The late stage of the second tripod of the earth witch!