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No wonder Ling Daojun would send out such an invitation before leaving, looking at the back of Zhou Zhihao saying goodbye and leaving, Chen Yuan thought of it.

However, thinking that the disciples who had newly entered the sect should now be meeting the new master and meeting new companions, while he was squatting here boringly counting ants, Chen Yuan felt a little like crying without tears.

When immersed in cultivation, time always flies, and when Chen Yuan stopped practicing his finger powers, he found that the sky had darkened unconsciously.

Just when Chen Yuan wondered if Minghe's predecessor was going to miss the appointment again, he found that this senior had come out of the wall out of nowhere.

"Senior, are you alright? Seeing the appearance of his predecessors, Chen Yuan was very happy, after all, it was a long night, and it was good to have someone to talk with.

Moreover, when the catastrophe and thunder were approaching, the formation was so terrifying, Chen Yuan was more or less worried about this senior of Ying Tianzong, and seeing that he seemed to be safe and sound at this time, he also let go of his worries.

"Ahem" Minghe coughed twice, and gave Chen Yuan a greeting as usual, and complained, "That day, I just talked a few more nonsense words with you kid, which caused the old man to be a moment late, and was swept away by the thunderous breath." ”

"In the past two days, I had to squat in the old nest to recuperate, and I don't know how much scenery I missed. ”

As Minghe walked towards the edge of the cliff, Chen Yuan asked, "Senior, are you really a Mahayana cultivator?"

"Of course," Minghe glanced at Chen Yuan, "What, isn't it like that?"

Chen Yuan sneered and said: "It's not like it, the younger generation just thinks that as a Mahayana monk, since he is now at the peak of this world, of course he has the independent demeanor of the immortal wind and Dao bones, but senior, you ...... And he has such a unique hobby, which really overturns the previous imagination of the disciple. ”

"Mahayana, hehe" Hearing Chen Yuan's words, Minghe sneered twice with disdain, and said, "What about Mahayana, it's a fart in front of the Dao, and it's not as good as a fart in front of the Heavenly Dao." ”

"Tsk" Chen Yuan looked admiring, secretly wondering when he would be able to indifferently say such bullish words as "Mahayana is a fart".

"By the way, the way of heaven is left aside for the time being, the devil knows what it is. Listening to the meaning of your words, it seems that my predecessors have seen the power of asking questions, but as far as I know, there seems to be only one great person in the world who can ask questions. Chen Yuan's heart was full of curiosity.

Minghe glanced at Chen Yuan, with a smile on his face: "You kid is still beating around the bush and playing tricks on the old man, the old man will just say it, the only one in the world who asked, Emperor Yizun, who founded Ying Tianzong, is the old man's senior brother." ”

Although there was a guess in his heart, when the conjecture was confirmed, it still amazed Chen Yuan's heart.

The person in front of him who is the same era as the ancestor is an existence that has lived for more than 3,000 years.

In other words, the old man in front of him, who was not amazing, was placed in Chen Yuan's original world, and his whole body was full of ruins, and even earwax could become a precious cultural relic.

"Hey, what are you looking at, kid?" Minghe was so uncomfortable by Chen Yuan's strange eyes that he couldn't help but reward him with another chestnut.

"Hey, if you always have something to say, why do you keep beating people. Chen Yuan rubbed his head and said aggrievedly.

Just when Chen Yuan was complaining, he inadvertently remembered a sentence that the people of Minghe Road once said: An old man also likes to knock on my head like this.

As a Mahayana monk, even if Ming He jokes among friends, there are a few people who can always knock him on the head, could it be that the old man is the Emperor Tianzun?

But why did Minghe's predecessor say, "Now that he's gone, it has to be returned to you"?

Ever since he learned from Gou Yu's mouth that the only monk in this world was his own ancestor, Chen Yuan was very interested in this legendary figure.

After learning from the ruins in Wuyin Village that Emperor Tianzun was the same as himself, and there was no dantian in his body, Chen Yuan felt a little more cordial to this ancestor in his heart.

But even so, Chen Yuan still didn't expect that one day he would have some kind of connection with this unparalleled figure.

Just as Chen Yuan was contemplating and thinking, the people of Minghe Dao seemed to see through what he was thinking, and sneered: "Don't be so suspicious anymore, some things are not as you think, and they are not what you can know now, so why should you bother yourself." ”

In Minghe Daoren's words, there seemed to be a meaning, and Chen Yuan was about to ask a few more words, but he saw that he suddenly made a silent gesture and pointed to the bottom of the mountain.

It turned out that it was time for the bathhouse to open at the bottom of the mountain again.

Chen Yuan couldn't cry or laugh, and silently stayed by his side, but he was thinking about his own thoughts.

But still based on how Chen Yuan thought about it, he couldn't imagine what Emperor Yitian Zun, who had disappeared three thousand years ago, could have anything to do with him.

Since the people of Minghe Road didn't want to say more, even if he wanted to force him to speak, he didn't have the strength, so Chen Yuan had no choice but to bury this doubt deep in his heart.

The people of Minghe Road looked at the "scenery" under the mountain, but Chen Yuan was tilting his head to look at him.

Even the most advanced cultivation cannot resist the invasion of more than 3,000 years, the wrinkles at the corners of Minghe's eyes are very obvious, the skin is no longer smooth and delicate, and there are even a little age spots on the face.

Accidentally looking into the eyes of his seniors, Chen Yuan found that except for a short period of time at the beginning, when he arrived at the back, the people of Minghe Road didn't seem to be looking at the female disciple's bathroom at the bottom of the mountain, his eyes lost focus, and he didn't know where to look.

The eyes of the people of Minghe Dao were full of confusion and melancholy, Chen Yuan hesitated, and then asked bluntly: "Please forgive the disciple for being presumptuous, as an elder of my Ying Tianzong, but you did something to peek at the female disciples of the younger generation, such an act will inevitably lose the demeanor of the seniors." ”

Chen Yuan said this for a while, and he was very worried in his heart, originally he thought that it would make the people of Minghe Dao unhappy or even angry.

Who knew that the people of Minghe Road didn't seem to care much, but just scolded with a smile: "But I can see a few shadows, are you really so anxious as an old man?"

Isn't it, Chen Yuan said in his heart, seeing that you have to come here even if you risk being struck by lightning, is it just to see the scenery?

At this time, the people of Minghe Dao sighed deeply and said, "The old man is just regretting and regretting." ”

Just when Chen Yuan was full of doubts, Minghe looked over and asked, "Chen Yuan, do you know what the old man regrets the most in the past three thousand years?"