"You are the ancestor of the Xu family?"

Zhao Ji saw the old man coming towards him, and couldn't help but ask out loud. To be honest, he doesn't treat the so-called family ancestor very well. Lu Changyou, the ancestor of the Lu family, was beaten badly by him!

The old man's expression was leisurely and tranquil, and he asked: "Little friend, you give the old man a feeling of being an old man, why don't you sit down and drink a cup of weak tea?"

"How do you drink tea?" Zhao Ji wondered.

"Look at me, I'm really confused, the tea set is not ready yet!"

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, grabbing at the sky very casually, and in an instant, the air shook, and countless air currents converged, converging into a table shape, and condensed into substance in the blink of an eye. The whole body is moist and delicate, just like made of beautiful jade.

Then he did the same, creating a set of tea sets and two mattresses out of thin air.

Beckoning to the well not far away, a stream of water flew out of the well in an instant, and when it flew closer, the old man sniffed with his nose, frowned and reprimanded: "Go!"

As if they understood, the current turned around and returned to the well.

The old man grabbed the mountain peak in the distance again, and then smiled slightly apologetically at Zhao Ji: "The water is good, but the road is a little far, Xiaoyou needs to wait a while!"

After Zhao Ji came to Guiru, he was no longer surprised by many things such as flying and magic weapons, and he himself had several abilities. But seeing this old man's supernatural powers, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in shock. Was it me dreaming, or was there an old fairy sitting across from me?

Busy said respectfully: "Thank you...... The old gentleman just said, I give you a feeling of being an old man?"

The old man bowed slightly: "The superb demeanor of this old man is the only one seen in the life of the old man." Although I only met once when I was seven years old, I will never forget the old age, and it will last for more than 2,000 years, as if it were yesterday!"

More than 2,000 years......

Zhao Ji was dumbfounded, but forcibly squeezed out a smile: "He's the old gentleman's fellow countryman, right?"

In ancient times, it was almost impossible for a seven-year-old child to leave the place of birth. Therefore it is omnipotent. It is neither cold nor embarrassing for saying the wrong thing.

The old man shook his head slowly: "It's not a fellow villager, he is from Yixian!"

Yi County?

Zhao Ji's first reaction was that the old man in front of him should also have crossed over, right?

He asked tentatively: "More than 200 miles away from my hometown, there is also a Yixian County, I wonder if it is the same place as what the old gentleman said?"

"Oh?"

The old man was really interested, and asked, "So, where does the little friend live?"

Zhao Ji didn't hesitate much, and said truthfully: "Xianyang!"

"Xianyang...... Xianyang !...... Xianyang !!"

The old man repeated it three times in a row, and his tone kept getting worse.

His expression was extremely painful, as if he was searching for a long-sealed memory, and in his cloudy eyes, a dazzling essence suddenly burst out, although it was fleeting, it was dizzying.

Zhao Ji suddenly thought that there was no such place name in the ruins, and the old man must think that he was lying to him, and he must solve this unnecessary misunderstanding, and immediately said: "There is a widely circulated poem in my hometown, I said it to the old gentleman, and it should be a pleasure?"

When the old man nodded, he cleared his throat: "Xiao Sheng, swallow ,......"

Unexpectedly, the old man's lips trembled, and he continued: "Qin E's dream broke Qin Louyue." "The content, the rhythm, and the rhyme are all in place, and that's not bad at all.

Zhao Jihuo stood up and stared at the old man, but the old man seemed to only know this sentence, so he had to continue to say:

"Qin Louyue, willow color every year, Baling hurts goodbye. ...... The autumn festival of the Qing Dynasty in the original Leyou Yuan, the sound of the Xianyang ancient road is overwhelming. The sound is absolutely dusty, the west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum. ...... Xianyang, mentioned in this poem, is my hometown. ”

Seeing that the old man was stunned, Zhao Ji was a little worried, and called in a low voice: "Old man, old man?"

The old man was suddenly excited: "The sound of the Xianyang Ancient Road is overwhelming...... That's the Imperial Iron Cavalry in the Northern Straight Road, the boundless beacon fire on the Great Wall, that's the Great Qin Ruishi who will never return!"

He suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, and the sound went straight to the sky, and the whole world seemed to tremble: "However, in the end, it became the country of the Han family." Old Qin, go to the national disaster together, I hate to live with heaven and earth!"

Zhao Ji was dumbfounded, feeling that the identity of this old man was right in front of him, and he was about to come out, but he was foggy and couldn't find the truth.

Bai Ling'er, who had been standing on the sidelines, suddenly said in surprise: "Hey! This sentence is very similar to the slogan in our village!"

The old man smiled: "What did your village say?"

"Bai Clan, let's go to the catastrophe together!" Bai Ling'er blurted out without thinking.

The old man's smile suddenly rose, Huo Di got up, the muscles on his face jumped suddenly, and the essence in his eyes shot out, forcing Bai Ling'er: "Little girl, are you surnamed Bai?"

What does this old guy want?

Zhao Ji's heart was racing, and he shouted: "Ling'er!" At the same time, he protected Bai Ling'er behind him with his backhand.

Bai Ling'er pursed her lips tightly, but she couldn't help but show half of her little head and peep at the old man.

The old man smiled slightly, looked around at the nearly 10,000 cultivators who were still kneeling on the ruins of the Black Tooth Country, and said in a casual tone: "Go all!"

"Yes, follow the law!"

Nearly 10,000 monks agreed in unison, bowed down and slowly retreated backwards, and after retreating for a distance, they turned around and walked away quickly. Even Wu Qingyun and the eight hundred female disciples of the Witch Goddess Sect were no exception.

In the blink of an eye, all the monks were gone. In the ruins of the entire Black Tooth Country, only Zhao Ji, Bai Ling'er and the old man remained.

The old man returned to his usual leisurely and tranquil: "Little friend, please take a seat!"

Raising his hand, he channeled a stream of water into the kettle, and with a flick of his fingers, the bottom of the kettle suddenly ignited red, yellow and blue.

The kettle spun slowly in the air, and the three-colored flames were entangled and burned, and after only a dozen breaths, the water boiled.

The old man poured a little hot water into the teapot, leisurely cured the utensils, accepted tea, and brewed tea, and asked in a soft voice, "Your name is Bai Ling'er?"

Bai Ling'er bit her lip vigorously and looked at Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji nodded and said, "Yes!" Now that it has been guessed, there is no need to hide it.

The old man's eyelids twitched and looked at Zhao Ji: "Then what about you, Xiaoyou, and who is your name?"

At present, in the entire Guiru, only Bai Qiu and Bai Ling'er know Zhao Ji's real name, so naturally they can't reveal it to outsiders casually.

He couldn't help but cross-examine: "The old gentleman has a big name, I don't know if I can tell him?"

"It's been too long for no one to ask for a name, and I've almost forgotten it!"

There was a sense of melancholy in the old man's tone, "The old man's surname is Xu, and the word is a blessing!"

Xu Fu?

！！！

Zhao Ji stumbled and almost fell!

This person is Xu Fei's ancestor, and his surname Xu must be correct. But to say that he is Xu Fu is too sensational. Is it a duplicate name?

Xu Fu smiled and poured tea for Zhao Ji: "It seems that the old decay is no longer in China for two thousand years, and there are still legends of the decay in China!"

Zhao Ji was about to slander, but saw a trace of bitterness hanging on the corner of Xu Fu's mouth: "But I'm afraid, the content of the legend is not so enviable!"

He looked at Bai Ling'er, "Just like the prince back then, he was extremely illustrious in his life, and he was buried in a foreign land after his death, and for some unspeakable reason, he couldn't deserve to enjoy the Taimiao!"

Bai Ling'er blinked her eyes widely: "Who is the prince?

A cold light flashed in Xu Fu's eyes, and he was displeased.

"Ling'er only knows that he can't leave the village in his lifetime, but he doesn't know that he is the mausoleum keeper of Great Qin Wu'anjun, and please don't blame Mr. Xu!" Zhao Ji hurriedly explained.

"Tomb Keeper!"

Xu Fu laughed, and laughed so much that he burst into tears, "The old man has been waiting to return to the valley in Yuanqiao Mountain for two thousand years, how can he not be Wu Anjun's mausoleum keeper?"

Zhao Ji suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his brain, and asked, "The millions of undead in the blood curtain were brought to Guixu by the old gentleman from Huaxia?"

"Yes, this is the only way to find the bones of the prince!"

Xu Fu sighed faintly, "The formation of the blood curtain was an accident, not the original intention!"

Bai Ling'er walked around the table and stretched out her little hand to wipe Xu Fu's tears: "Grandpa, don't cry!"

"When the old gentleman personally led the boys and girls to the sea, was it just to find the bones of the prince?" Zhao Ji asked.

"That's just one of the purposes!" Xu Fu said.

Zhao Ji thought that it must be related to Jiuding, and couldn't help asking: "Then what is the other purpose?"

Xu Fu glanced at Zhao Ji expressionlessly, stroked Bai Ling'er's head lovingly, and said kindly: "The broken woman is really delightful, grandpa has a little thing for you to play with!"

As he spoke, he spread out his big hands like dead trees, and the starlight in his palms suddenly gathered. After a moment, the starlight fades, revealing a heart-shaped pendant.

The pendant is translucent throughout, and there is a faint flow of stars inside, like a dream. The front is engraved with a large word "Fu", and the back is the word "Fangshu".

Where has Bai Ling'er ever seen jewelry? Immediately overjoyed, and exclaimed, "Thank you, old man!"

Zhao Ji hurriedly said: "Ling'er, don't just ask for other people's things!"

Xu Fu glared at him and said to Bai Ling'er: "It's not good to go back on your word, why don't Ling'er give Grandpa a small thing, how about it?"

Sanhu Village was poor, and Bai Ling'er had no long things, but she quickly had an idea, took out the bronze plaque of Sixty Villages, and said, "This is the inheritance of the village chief." Ling'er and the old grandfather are both mausoleum keepers, so give this thing to the old grandfather!"

Zhao Ji was about to say that Bai Ling'er was messing around, and planned to buy a decent object from the puzzle platform and give it to her as a gift.

Seeing Xu Fu bowing slightly, he carefully took the bronze medal with both hands, and said in a solemn tone: "This is the most precious gift I have received since I came to Guiru!"

Zhao Ji's face was suddenly covered with black lines. An old naughty boy and a little naughty boy are happy together.

Dozens of people in charge of the major forces came with a respectful attitude. Wu Qingyun, Kang Mingchen and Xu Fei were at the forefront.

Kang Mingchen and Xu Fei were the first to stop and stand far away.

When Wu Qingyun was still two feet away from the table, he also stood still and bowed to Xu Fu: "Holy Heavenly Master, you called me?"

Xu Fu hung the "Star Dream Guarding the Heart" pendant around Bai Ling'er's neck and said with a smile: "Go!"

Seeing that Zhao Ji had no objection, Bai Ling'er jumped up and ran to Wu Qingyun's side, wanting to take her hand.

Wu Qingyun suddenly took a step back and said respectfully, "Holy Maiden, please!"

Kang Mingchen stared at the pendant around Bai Ling'er's neck, his face pale. Xu Fei's expression was more complicated, more ugly than crying.

The two of them, along with the people in charge of the major forces, saluted Bai Ling'er together: "I've seen the Holy Maiden!"

Then respectfully separate the sides and give way to the middle way.

Zhao Ji was stunned and was about to ask. saw Xu Fu raise his eyelids and look at him coldly:

"It's time to talk about us!"