Wu Chong, who had finished warming up, did not continue to stay in the spirit world. After wasting so much time along the way, it's time to go back to Daqi to take a look, and I don't know how they are doing now.

Thinking of this, Wu Chong closed his eyes.

A layer of ripples like water ripples rippled, and the figure gradually melted and slowly retreated from the material realm.

When he opened his eyes again, Wu Chong found that he had returned to the material realm.

This is the boundary of the former plains of the Hundred Kingdoms.

Looking at the surrounding landscape, which finally made some impressions, my mood suddenly improved.

"It seems that the Great Revelation is in this direction."

After a brief identification, Wu Chong flew up, and the whole person turned into a streamer and flew towards the area where Daqi was located.

Soon, the daughter country that had some influence appeared under his field of vision. Everything seemed to be the same as yesterday, Wu Chong, who had been away from home for a long time, did not stay too long, but flew over the capital of Daqi in one breath and landed at the boundary of his Jinghai City.

This time, because he had been away from home for too long, Wu Chong felt that something was wrong as soon as he fell.

The human skin puppets that once spread throughout the realm of Jinghai City have all lost contact, and for hundreds of years, those puppets have long lost their energy and decayed into residues. It can be imagined that when the puppet group failed at that time, it brought too many changes to Jinghai City, but fortunately, that stage has passed, and the current Jinghai City has also regained its prosperity.

Because there is no human skin puppet to transmit information, Wu Chong now doesn't know what Jinghai City has developed.

There was only a cursory glance at the sky, and there was no way to see the details.

When I returned, it was already night.

After briefly identifying the location, Wu Chong found that his mansion was still there.

Hundreds of years, nothing has changed.

It should have been someone to help him maintain it during the time he was away, and thinking of this, he flew back to his yard as before. In the past, every time he came back, he did this, and every day until the next morning, the disciple Yan Nineteen, who pushed the door open and came in to clean, would be startled.

Only this time, as soon as he fell, he was discovered, and an old voice suddenly sounded.

"Who!"

In the darkness, a stiff body shouted at Wu Chong who fell in the courtyard.

Wu Chong stopped, a little surprised.

He glanced back.

With his current strength, how could the darkness block his vision, but when he saw this old man, he was slightly stunned.

The other party may also sense that something is wrong, and the speed under his feet sped up a little, and gradually walked to the place where the fire could shine.

It was an old face with some familiar outlines, but completely unfamiliar.

"Old ...... Teacher? ”

The old face looked at Wu Chong, who had hardly changed in front of him, and shouted in a hoarse voice.

The long-lost memories of sealing the dust revived in his mind.

He finally saw his long-lost teacher again, just as he had done hundreds of years ago, without any changes.

It's just that I'm old.

"Nineteen, long time no see." Wu Chong's expression was a little embarrassed, he basically didn't care much about this cheap apprentice since he was admitted to the door. For hundreds of years, the once high-spirited young swordsman has now become an old man.

He sensed it just now, Yan Nineteen's strength was still in the Jindan stage.

Normally, the lifespan of the Jindan period is almost the same as now, not everyone cultivates the same immortal method as him, and Shouyuan is exaggerated to the point that it is abnormal.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal.

If it is martial arts, I am afraid that he will die earlier. The old men who followed him in the first twenty-eight states are now gone.

"Disciple, I finally see you again."

Yan Jiu knelt down excitedly, he was really desperate.

For hundreds of years, he would have thought that he would never see a teacher again in his life. Perhaps from Wu Chong's point of view, Yan Nineteen is a cheap apprentice, but from Yan Nineteen's point of view, Wu Chong is a noble person who changed his life.

Without Wu Chong, he would have died a long time ago.

The most likely fate of an ordinary swordsman is to die in a duel. It was Wu Chong who opened his horizons and allowed him to see the wider world, and he also cultivated the immortal method and created a huge family.

To this day, the first family of Jinghai City was founded by the descendants of Yan Shijiu.

"I didn't expect you to be so old."

Wu Chong's mind moved, and a force washed Yan Nineteen from top to bottom.

"The disciple is old, but the disciple has always helped you guard the inheritance you left behind."

Yan Jiu was very excited, he was like a child who tried hard to prove himself to his father. In the years that Daqi has been integrated into the Great World of the First Demon, many people have left, and he is the only one who has stayed here. It's not because he has nowhere to go, but he feels that Jinghai City is the foundation laid by the teacher and the teacher's home.

"Is the foundation ......?"

Looking at this disciple, Wu Chong felt for the first time that he was a little incompetent as a master.

"Grandpa, what's going on?"

There was a commotion outside, and some young men rushed in with weapons. It's just that after seeing the picture in the courtyard, everyone stopped moving, and the young man led by him looked at the grandfather kneeling in the courtyard in disbelief.

In his memory, his grandfather was so proud.

In the most chaotic years of Jinghai City, he suppressed all the turmoil with the power of one person, led the terrified Jinghai citizens out of the darkness, and re-established order.

In the eyes of the juniors of Jinghai City, Yan Nineteen is a god-like existence.

It's the faith of many of them.

And now, this old man of the same faith actually knelt in front of a strange young man.

The other party's appearance looks so ordinary.

"All out!"

Yan Nineteen turned around and scolded sternly.

"Have you forgotten what I said? This place, no one is allowed to come in! ”

Seeing this, the young man who had never seen Yan Shijiu's expression immediately retreated with someone, and when he was about to go out, he glanced at Wu Chong curiously.

Is this person the ancestor that my grandfather never forgot? ’

Wu Chong smiled.

The moment these people broke in, he had already seen through these people, and the bloodline on his body was similar to Yan Nineteen, and he should be his descendant.

A hundred years ago, the disciple thought that he couldn't wait for the teacher to come back, so he married a wife and had children, so he had these descendants. The disciple's original plan was to pass on the task of guarding Jinghai City to these descendants, hoping that they could help the disciple protect Jinghai City and wait for the teacher to come back......"

Yan Nineteen said with some embarrassment.

Wu Chong sighed and waved his hand to help Yan Nineteen up.

"I remember that I seem to have two disciples...... "He did it as a teacher, and he doesn't even remember the names of the disciples.