Everyone thought that even if it was not a blessed land of the Immortal Mansion, at least it should be an excellent place for feng shui, but they didn't expect Jiang Wuya to point to a dilapidated grass house in the distance, and said that the saint they were looking for was among them.

This was much more than everyone expected, but since they were all here, they couldn't turn around and leave, so they could only hope that the grass house was just a trick, and there might be a secret entrance in it.

But the reality is that the grass hut is just an ordinary grass hut except for its dilapidation, and the objects in it are extremely simple, only a bookcase and a futon, and the saint they want to see is sitting cross-legged on the futon.

The saint's hair and beard are all white, the clothes on his body are worn, and what is even more disappointing is that the saint is like a withered corpse without any breath, and it is clear that he has been sitting for many years.

The black-robed man said: "Courtyard Chief Jiang, didn't you just find a place for the bachelor to sit and perfunctory?" ”

This inference is indeed not groundless, first of all, such conditions do exist here, and secondly, if it is really a saint and an ancestor of the Jiang family, how can it be allowed to stay in this grass house in desolation.

Jiang Wuya said: "This is the ancestral training of the Jiang family, or the last wish of the ancestors, the last wish of the ancestors is to be able to stay in the place where they studied in the early years, and future generations are not allowed to move or repair the furnishings here, originally this is just the internal affairs of my Jiang family, if it is not for the fear of causing unnecessary trouble, you will not be allowed to come here, now it has been confirmed that please leave, do not disturb the peace of my ancestors." ”

The black-robed man said to the dried corpse on the futon: "Back then, Jiang Muye asked the heavens for the sake of ascending and got the criticism of 'dead wood is rare to meet autumn rain and spring mud, lonely boat into the sea with high wind and waves, waiting for the summer cicada to break the ground, and make a cocoon and butterflies will eventually come', as the criticism said, the time to fly has not yet arrived, Jiang Muye can only lie dormant and wait, but he will never die quietly!" ”

After saying that, he suddenly slapped towards Jiang Muye's corpse, and the black-robed man had to verify whether the dry corpse was Jiang Muye, and in the face of the black-robed man's sudden attack, everyone had no time to react.

Just as the black-robed man was about to hit the door of the dry corpse, he stopped, but it was not that the black-robed man intended to keep his hand, but that there was an invisible barrier around the dry corpse, which not only blocked the incoming palm force, but also shook the black-robed man out.

This time was even more surprising to everyone, Jiang Wuya's father and son would certainly not let others desecrate the ancestors, and at this time, the two of them rushed towards the black-robed man at a very fast speed, intending to take him down.

"Stop." The dried corpse on the futon spoke.

Jiang Wuya, who was about to make a move, immediately stopped moving, and at the same time pulled his son to stop, and the black-robed man had no intention of fighting back, and after stabilizing his body, he stood still and said, "The saint is really alive." ”

"You know about the old decay and the divination, and I think it has a lot to do with the 'Peerless Machine', what is the matter with you coming here." Jiang Muye had opened his eyes at this time, but his eyes were very cloudy and even his pupils had turned grayish.

Jiang Wuya apologized and said: "Ancestor, it is the children and grandchildren of later generations who are unfilial to disturb your old Qing Xiu, and the great-grandson will let them leave." ”

"Great-great-grandson? Who is your father? Jiang Muye obviously didn't know who Jiang Wuya was.

"Back to the ancestor, my father is Jiang Wenbo." Jiang Wuya said respectfully.

"Wen Bo、、、 remembered that he was still in infancy when he entered the meditation time, and now his child has reached the age of not being confused, and the dream of old decay has been done for too long." Jiang Muye's tone was gloomy.

Jiang Wuya pulled Jiang Ziling over and said, "Ziling is not going to meet the ancestor soon." ”

Jiang Ziling immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Taixuan's great-grandson Jiang Ziling pays a visit to the ancestor. ”

After the Jiang clan recognized their relatives, the black-robed man said: "I came to see the saint today, and I just want to enter Moyuan for a day." ”

"Mo Yuan is the secret place of the Academy Palace, and outsiders are not allowed to enter, but if you can win any three of the six arts, you can make an exception and let you enter for a day." This rule was originally set by Jiang Muye, so the reply he got was the same.

The black-robed man replied: "The previous one win and one loss were tied, and coming to see the saint is to try this last game." ”

Jiang Muye said: "This is strange, what do you want to compare with old decay?" ”

The black-robed man took out a yellowed piece of paper from his arms and said: "Back then, you asked Bu Tianji to hear that he was disappointed to fly away, but he didn't expect that the batch of words was only half a sentence, and the remaining half of the sentence was on this yellow paper. ”

Jiang Muye didn't answer immediately, but looked at the others with cloudy eyes, and said: "You people want to come here because of chance, I hope you don't publicize today's matter, as a thank you for answering a question that confuses you." ”

It is really a blessing to be able to get the living saint to answer questions and solve doubts, Wen Huaiyu was even more excited, and immediately took the wooden box from Qin Renpu's hand, and said: "There is no need for the saint to remind him, the kid will definitely not leak the news of the saint, and he will not dare to use this as a condition to disturb the saint, but the younger generation has a troublesome thing here and wants to ask for help from the school palace to solve his doubts, and now he has the courage to ask for advice with the acquiescence of the saint." ”

After that, he couldn't wait to open the box, revealing the Qianyuan arrow in it, and the sparks flying from the arrow feathers met Jiang Muye's cloudy eyes, and the gray-white pupils seemed to have brilliance.

But that brilliance only appeared for a moment and then dimmed, Jiang Muye sighed lightly: "Forgive the old man for being clumsy, even if you open your divine sense, you can't explore any information related to this thing, it's just ashamed." ”

An object that even the divine consciousness of a saint cannot explore!? Everyone present was shocked, so this thing is at least above the Earth Immortal Rank!

Although Wen Huaiyu had prepared for this answer, when he got it from the sage's mouth, his lost expression still couldn't be concealed, and after Wen Huaiyu's divine arrow was brought back to the sect, he studied with the high-level steward for a long time, and then he thought of the Wanjuan Academy Palace to seek the answer, and now it seems that he can only hope for Baoxing and sigh.

Qin Renpu also raised a question: "I have a question below that I would like to ask the sage, whether this thing was created by the Cangwu Continent. ”

Jiang Muye said: "As far as the old man knows, no one here can create such a divine object. ”

Qin Renpu's question seems useless, but its deep meaning is worth seeking, if no one in the Cangwu Continent can create a magic arrow, it means that there is really an immortal realm, although everyone wants to ascend to the immortal, but after all, no one has confirmed the authenticity, so Jiang Muye only shines when he sees the divine arrow, that is the answer he has been seeking all his life, you believe that the existence of the heavenly realm is a conjecture after all, and the things of the heavenly realm are really displayed in front of you, these two feelings are not the same.

Therefore, Jiang Muye's gaze was even more gloomy, because when he knew that the heavenly realm did exist, but he could not reach it, the silence of three hundred years was just to alleviate the obsession in his heart, he thought that the big dream could be put down after a trip to the heavenly realm, but now he woke up from the dream and another dream could not be let go of after all.

Yun Hao stepped forward at this time and said: "Benjun doesn't have anything to be puzzled about, but since you have opened your mouth, not asking is really refuting the face of the saint in the world, so you reluctantly ask a question, do you want to ascend to the immortal." ”

What kind of problem is that?! Everyone present did not expect that someone would devote such a precious opportunity to such an obvious and boring question.