Jing Jun suddenly understood what the "saint" on the banner meant.

The two of them, Hate Tian and Mao Yanran, who followed closely behind, were still in shock, and they could both see that although the middle-aged man and their eldest brother Jing Jun were old and young, they were obviously both of the same race, and they were significantly different from the natives of the Eastern Continent.

Hate Tian also suddenly understood why the fierce Bear Warrior just now would invite the eldest brother so politely.

Xiong Qiyun seems to be a big-shouldered, round-waisted, and rough man, but he is thoughtful, and when he sees Jing Jun, he feels that he may have something to do with the teacher, so he invited him over.

Now looking at the stunned expressions of the two, it confirmed what he thought, and found that the teacher and the young man were stunned, and he coughed lightly: "Uh, teacher, this is Mr. Jing!"

The middle-aged man ignored the old bear, and still looked at Jing Jun in front of him intently, his eyes revealing deep expectation and joy.

Jing Jun was shocked by Xiong Qiyun's words, he just didn't expect to be here, and meet another human on the earth besides the wind chime, more precisely, it should be an authentic descendant of Yan and Huang.

Then the identity of this person is about to come out!

He was a little uncomfortable being stared at by the middle-aged man, his face was a little hot, and he cleared his throat and said, "My name is Jing Jun, but you are the 'Holy Ancestor'?"

The middle-aged man was silent, still looking at Jing Jun carefully, as if long-lost relatives did not dare to recognize each other when they met at first sight.

Jing Jun was a little embarrassed, but it was inconvenient to remind him again, and his eyes looked up at Xiong Qiyun, who was standing next to the middle-aged man like a hill.

The old bear understood, leaned down, and reminded, "Teacher!"

The middle-aged man's body shook and returned to normal, and he blinked his eyes twice, so that the crystal thing in it did not fall.

Take a step forward and extend your right hand.

Jing Jun understood that this was to shake hands, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and held the middle-aged man's hand tightly.

He felt the middle-aged man's palm thick and warm, and he was still trembling faintly.

"Hello, my name is Jing Jun!"

Jing Jun found that the middle-aged man was still excited, and introduced himself again.

"Oh, uh, old man, ahem, I'll call you Xiaojing, haha!"

The middle-aged man suddenly became incoherent when he spoke, and he obviously couldn't calm his excitement.

"Uh, sir, you'......"

Jing Jun didn't feel that there was anything to lose, the age of the family should be his father's generation, if his own parents were still there.

"Qiyun, the teacher and Xiao Jing go to the sedan chair to talk, you can continue to hurry!"

The middle-aged man's other hand pressed Jing Jun's hand slightly, turned his head and ordered Xiong Qiyun.

"Yes, Mr. Jing, please!"

Xiong Qiyun bowed again, and then stretched out his hand to invite the two to get into the sedan chair.

When Jing Jun heard that he was going to the sedan chair, he raised his eyes to see that the sedan chair was quite large, and he said that there were two people, even if there were two more people, it would not be a problem.

But it doesn't seem appropriate to let people carry it when they meet for the first time.

The middle-aged man had already taken his hand and began to walk towards the sedan chair at this time.

"Well, sir, is that good?"

"It's okay, they're all my students, and they have a lot of strength, come on, let's talk!"

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, retracted his chin, and told Jing Jun not to worry about it at all.

"But I still have a brother and a little sister......

"Qiyun, take care of Xiao Jing's younger brothers and sisters!"

The middle-aged man glanced at the hater and cat Yanran, who had not yet recovered from his stunnedness, and then ordered the old bear.

Jing Jun couldn't think of a reason why he couldn't get a sedan chair anymore, and deep down he felt that they didn't have to think about safety at all now, so he turned around and nodded slightly to the hateful sky, and then instructed Mao Yanran: "Don't be afraid, my brother will come when he goes." ”

When the middle-aged man came to the door of the sedan chair, he personally lifted the sedan curtain for Jing Jun and said, "Xiao Jing, you come first!"

Jing Jun was really embarrassed to get into the sedan chair before the elder, and he excused himself but couldn't resist the middle-aged man's insistence, so he raised his legs and entered the sedan chair.

Sure enough, the interior of this sedan chair is also a quaint atmosphere, the space is indeed not small, there is a low chair facing the door, and there is a bench on each side, which is clearly a small conference room.

It's not a problem to pretend to be ten people, but it's just that the sedan chair driver is a little tired, but think about the orcs in this world are tall and big, and their strength is naturally not small, and the pure strength of carrying a sedan chair should not be a big problem.

Jing Jun stood in the sedan chair, thinking wildly, and didn't know how to sit for a while.

The middle-aged man then got into the sedan chair, pointed to the bench next to him and said, "Xiao Jing, come, sit, let's have a good chat." ”

Jing Jun sat down, and the middle-aged man sat next to him.

The latter raised his eyes to look at the young Jing Jun, there seemed to be a blur in his deep eyes, sighed slightly, and said, "Xiao Jing, do you have a lot to ask?"

Jing Jun has always been restrained by the politeness of the middle-aged man, and now he has finally calmed down, and he does have a lot to ask.

straightened up and said, "Yes, old man, you are the 'Holy Ancestor' in the mouths of those orcs in this world, right?"

"Hehe, 'Holy Ancestor', these orcs did give me such a title, in fact, you can also see that we are all sons and daughters of Huaxia, my name is Xu Jingru!"

Jing Jun suddenly, in fact, he had guessed since he heard about the deeds of the "Holy Ancestor", but there was only one legend about the "Holy Ancestor" that he had not been able to figure out, and he finally saw him at this moment, and there was not much difference in identity, so ......

"Oh, hello Mr. Xu, don't blame the kid for being reckless, I've heard of you, and I know that you can be said to be a cultural reformer in the Eastern Continent, but ...... your age?"

Xu Jingru's eyes narrowed, in fact, he also guessed that the young man in front of him would ask this question, but he didn't answer immediately, but asked: "Hehe, Xiao Jingna, can you tell me first, how did you get here?"

Jing Jun immediately replied: "This thing is very strange, I was driving to the training ground, and suddenly caught up with the weather to change greatly, my car seemed to be struck by lightning, and then fainted, and then woke up and even brought the car here, about half a year ago." ”

Xu Jingru squinted his eyes and listened to Jing Jun quietly, and he couldn't see any surprise on his ruddy face, but he kept muttering: "Hey, half a year......"

"Then Mr. Xu, who are you?"

"I, haha, to put it mildly, the time I came here is simply unbearable......"

Xu Jingru glanced at the sedan curtain, at this time the sedan chair had been lifted by the sedan chair man, and the army began to advance again, the sedan chair was very stable, almost not feeling the shaking, but the sedan curtain would swing slightly with the rhythm of the pace and the occasional mountain wind blowing, and Xu Jingru's eyes seemed to pass through the endless years through the heavy sedan curtain, into his tragic memory.

"If my guess is right, what time should it be on a certain day, month, and year when you were struck by lightning?"

Jing Jun nodded, he had actually had a discussion with Feng Chime about the sudden thunderstorm, and he had boldly guessed what happened to the mainland's "Holy Ancestor", so it was not surprising for him to tell Xu Jingru the exact time when he was struck by lightning.

"I was struck by lightning on the same day and came here, but for me, a thousand years have passed!"

Although Jing Jun had thought about this time gap countless times before, the shock he heard from the "Holy Ancestor" who had experienced thousands of years of time at this time still couldn't be expressed in words.

"Hehe, fortunately, it's all over, but why were we struck by lightning on the same day, but here we are a thousand years apart? I don't understand......"

Xu Jingru looked at Jing Jun, whose eyes were wide and round, but he couldn't say a word, smiled slightly, and said with relief.

The atmosphere in the sedan car fell silent for a while.

After a long while, Jing Jun felt that he was almost normal, and then he asked again, "Then Mr. Xu, how did you think of changing the cultural system of this orc continent?"

"Well, speaking of which, I was struck here by lightning, although there is a difference of more than a thousand years from your time, but it is not for nothing for my body. ”

Xu Jingru's eyes flickered, but Jing Jun probably knew what Xu Jingru meant by "harvest".

"I can't die!"

Jing Jun had heard of the immortal body of the "Holy Ancestor" for a long time, but he didn't understand what kind of "immortal body" it was, so he bowed his head and said, "Well, I've heard this from others, but ......?"

"Haha, I eat and drink Lazar normally, but I just don't see the old, I was fifty-five years old at the time, although I don't always look in the mirror, but I also know that my appearance has not changed a little in more than a thousand years, and ......"

Xu Jingru paused when he said this, and the expression on his face became a little exciting.

Jing Jun has now accepted Xu Jingru's immortal body, but he is still looking forward to his words after "and".

"Moreover, I have wounds that heal quickly, cut off my arms, and it doesn't take long for them to grow again, and then look intact, even ......"

Jing Jun only heard that his hair exploded, and a new one could grow out of his broken arm, although he had thought about many possibilities before, it still made him unbelievable, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Even?what?"

Xu Jingru looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, collected the painful feelings he had suffered, and comforted him when he heard the words: "Hehe, young man, in fact, it's not so scary if you get used to it, that is, you can grow well if you lose your head!"

What the Holy Ancestor said was an understatement, but to Jing Jun's ears, it sounded like a bomb exploding in his ear.

The head is the house of shrewdness, the master of all human thoughts and actions, and the supreme command of man and all animals.

Sensei said that the separation of the body and the head, even if he was hit hard, it could be life-threatening, and he himself later practiced the headshot skill, wasn't it just to achieve the goal of being able to kill the enemy with one blow?

But the middle-aged man in front of him, who came to the same place as him, actually said that his head could grow back if he fell off, and Jing Jun's eyes at this time were not only simple disbelief, but also revealed a deep horror.

He hadn't been so scared for many years, except for the fear he had been given to the Dark Great Demon Saint's "Breath of Darkness" a few days ago, which controlled people's spirits.

Can a middle-aged person who looks ordinary in front of him and has a kind face still be considered a normal "person"?