Chang Xi looked back, and a sloppy old man sitting on the ground nearby, his little thumb into his ears and stirring it non-stop, blowing it on the side of his mouth, looking at Chang Xi and grinning.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life. Chang Xi bowed to the end.

The sloppy old man's face was full of playfulness, and he touched his stubble-covered chin and said, "Hey, boy, aren't you afraid at all?"

The old man in front of him seemed to be there, but if he sensed it with spiritual power, it was nothing, Chang Xi stood up straight and said with a wry smile: "If the seniors want to hurt me and kill me, it's all in one thought, even if the juniors are scared in their hearts and don't show their faces, this can still be tougher." ”

The sloppy old man was stunned when he heard this, and laughed: "Interesting, interesting, you kid is really interesting, you haven't answered the question asked by the old man yet, are you looking for a fight?"

Chang Xi answered truthfully.

"Tianxiu Peak, the old man has never heard of a peak called Tianxiu Peak in Qingyun Mountain decades ago?" The sloppy old man turned his face and said, "Are you a little ghost fooling the old man?"

Chang Xi couldn't laugh or cry, Tianxiu Peak had just opened this year, not to mention whether there was a name for Tianxiu Peak a few decades ago, maybe even Master Yun Wei might not have set foot in the Transformation God Realm at that time, how could outsiders know.

The sloppy old man glanced at the nameplate of the disciple that Chang Xi hung on his waist, the specifications of all kinds of nameplates in the Immortal Dao Alliance are exquisite and cannot be faked, it is a real nameplate of the inner disciple of Qingyun Mountain, and a wisp of breath is also consistent with this kid, there is no doubt about it.

The sloppy old man shook his head slowly, there was a memory in his eyes, and he sighed and said, "Is Mo Ran's old horseman okay?"

"Mo Ran, senior, are you talking about Mo Lao of Tibetan Dao Peak?" A warm arc appeared at the corner of Chang Xi's mouth, and the rickety figure in his memory who was a little disrespectful to the old man but cared for him appeared in front of him.

The sloppy old man slapped his thigh and scolded with a smile: "That's right, that's right, it's the old horseman, tell me how the old horseman is now?"

The sloppy old man has a life-saving grace for himself, listening to his tone, it should be a relationship with Mo Lao, and Mo Lao really has no secrets worth hiding, Chang Xi simply said to the old man that he and Mo Lao first met and then became a year-old friend.

Since he can call Mo Lao a "old horseman", the sloppy old man is naturally similar to Mo Lao regardless of his age and realm. Maybe it's been a long time since I've talked to anyone, and the old man's laughter and scolding are all on his face. Although he is old, he has a childlike temperament that can be seen at a glance.

The sloppy old man slowly stood up, Chang Xi stretched out his hand to help, but his hand passed through the old man's figure, and he was startled. The old man shook his head, only waved the shabby sleeve robe, and the stars in the sky around his head fell, and the little starlight condensed into a horse training appearance, and spread out in front of the old man into a painting.

It was a magnificent picture of the prosperity of the Bishan Mausoleum a few decades ago.

"About forty years ago, the demons invaded Kyushu, and the mountain tomb rose with the supreme formation technique, and established a long-distance teleportation formation in various realms of Kyushu, so that the armies of the sects in each state and realm could encircle and support each other, and the arrogance of the demons who invaded Kyushu was wiped out. ”

The memories of the past are the most bitter, the sloppy old man looked at the lush mountains and mausoleums on the picture scroll and was full of life, and the fingertips that wanted to touch the picture scroll stretched out but retracted suddenly, and the figure with his back to Chang Xi was a little bleak.

Chang Xi looked at the picture scroll stretching across the sky, and did not make a sound, he knew that what the sloppy old man needed at this time was just a loyal audience.

The old man spat on the ground and sneered: "At that time, the five sects in the Immortal Dao Alliance can be called one eye above the top, as if the entire Kyushu Immortal Cultivation Realm can be worry-free as long as there are their five major sects." Especially the Wanxianmen, if it weren't for the fact that the old man's family background was indeed not as solid as others, the old man really wanted to screw off the heads of the fools in Wanxianmen. ”

Speaking of Mo Lao, there was an obvious smile on the old man's face, "But after making contact with Qingyun Mountain, I found that this sect is a bit interesting, not domineering and not looking at people from the crack in the door, which makes people comfortable." Especially Mo Ran's old puppet and I are like-minded, and we can't talk a few words, so we bowed down. ”

The old man tore the big hole in the Shanghai bowl of his old robe and looked at it with Chang Xi, and said with a smile: "Speaking of other people's and friends' gatherings, they are all sitting under the green pine, and the sencha is in the first place, talking about the world's affairs." Only the old horseman wanted to lead me up the mountain to catch pheasants and roast chicken wings, and asked me if I was comfortable in some complicated brocade clothes all day long.

The old man gritted his teeth and jumped to his feet and said: "Then this old man insisted on cultivating a little higher than me, picked off the old man's brocade robe, and changed me into such a broken robe." But don't say it, taking off the complicated brocade robe, it's really a lot more comfortable, and you don't have to worry about dirty sleeves when you throw off your arms to eat and drink. ”

The old man smacked his lips and tasted back: "The taste of roasted chicken wings is really delicious when I think about it now." Just take a sip of wine, take a bite of meat, and talk about the world, most of them are arguing about which female cultivator's buttocks are the most upturned, and also comparing which fairy's chest is heavy. Mo Lao Pifu said that he was anxious, so he drew a big circle with chicken bones. I laughed at the time, if that fairy is really as round as a full moon, and is looked at by you bad old man, can't you be so bad?"

The sloppy old man said and danced and was obsessed, and his old face full of traces of time was happy or angry, and he didn't know that he was wetting the corners of his eyes.

Reminiscing about the past, it is all true temperament.

After a long time, the sloppy old man said in a heavy tone: "Maybe this mausoleum in the Bishan Mausoleum is destined to carry a catastrophe, the demon clan did not hesitate to suffer a lot of vitality, and forcibly sacrificed blood to the elite soldiers to open the void crack and drag the Bishan Mausoleum into it, and there will be no more Bishan Mausoleum in the future." And the demon clan will not hesitate to pull my mountain mausoleum forever can not turn over, it must be a big plan, and the next time the demon clan invades, it will be the day of the great disaster in Kyushu. ”

Chang Xi was stunned when he heard this, when he heard the anecdote of Bishan Mausoleum before, he subconsciously thought that the destruction of Bishan Mausoleum was only because of the revenge of the demon clan. However, the old man's words alerted him that the seemingly reckless behavior of the demon clan in eradicating the Bishan Tomb back then may have been just to pave the way for the next attack.

Recalling the pride in the old man's words, Chang Xi had a hidden guess in his heart, and asked in a trembling voice, "Dare to ask the name of the old-timer?"

There was pride on the old man's face, "Sect Master of Bishan Mausoleum, Xiao Yishan." ”

Chang Xi Huo Ran was in awe, the old man with a true temperament in front of him was the true hero who saved the Kyushu Mansion from the time of the collapse for decades, how many lives in Kyushu were spared, and there would not be many people in the world who could be more worthy of his admiration than the old man in front of him.

Xiao Yishan nodded secretly, this Qingyun Mountain came out of the afterlife, but it really has some meaning of Mo Ran's old horseman, and the black and gold armor guard in the Bagua Array of the Great Hall is attached to him A wisp of divine thought, Chang Xi's move is very familiar to him, and it is Mo Ran's favorite move when he snatched the chicken wings in his hand.

Looking at the dragon blood dragon bone sword spirit root and the moon rainbow heavenly desolation in his eyes, Xiao Yishan couldn't help but pull his mouth and said: "Your kid's fortune is really first-class and profound, you just go on step by step, as long as you don't die young, you can make a lot of achievements in the future." But since you met the old man, and you were the offspring brought out by the old horseman, and you didn't give you some benefits, wouldn't you want to say that I was stingy when I met him in the underground Yellow Spring in the future?"

Xiao Yishan was arrogant, "Just mention it, what do you want?"

Chang Xi was overjoyed, knowing that the opportunity had come, and immediately put forward his small request to Xiao Lao.