I’m Invincible After Signing In For 30 Years

"You are only allowed to be here, are you not allowed to be here with the old man?" Mr. Hua said while drinking.

There was a faint smile on his face, as if an old friend was chatting.

The dark Heavenly Monarch looked at him quietly, and did not speak for a long time, until in the end it was only coldly snorted, and said nothing, turned around and left.

The old painter suddenly stopped him, "Hey, for your sake, do you want old fogey? I will give you a painting so that you don’t have to run around hard every day. Go, and beware of Divine Source Celestial Court from time to time, how tired."

"No, you should save those things for your own use." Dark Heavenly Monarch said lightly, head He returned to the dark Celestial Court without returning.

Hua Lao drank the wine alone, without holding back, and with a low smile, the pilot boat left, parted ways from the dark Celestial Court, and went to a different world.

On the Celestial Court in the dark, divine wood and the others had already noticed the arrival of the old painter. It was only because the dark Heavenly Monarch was chatting with him, so they did not dare to watch and listen.

Until now the darkness of Heavenly Monarch came back and the painting was gone, the gods came forward and asked: "Heavenly Monarch, who was that person just now?"

Can make the darkness Heavenly Monarch is like this... This is the first time he has seen someone treated politely, even the Emperor Light God didn't receive such treatment.

So the gods really have to be curious about that person.

"Have you heard of a bookmaker?" Dark Heavenly Monarch said lightly.

"Booker? Could it be the one in the legend..." God's eyes were a little uncertain, or unbelievable.

"Well, he is the third five realm, the legendary'Tai Xu'." Dark Heavenly Monarch directly answered God's doubts.

"He turned out to be a book writer, he really didn't expect to be like this." The gods were still a little unbelievable.

He has heard of the book writer, the third five realm, the legendary "Tai Xu", but because of his calm nature, he doesn't like fighting. His greatest interest is drawing and writing stories, and he is floating alone. In each world, a world is drawn, and a story is written.

Therefore, almost not many people know his existence. God’s eyes have only heard a few words before knowing the existence of the book writer, but he didn’t expect to see this legend today. The book writer.

It's a bit hard to believe.

He originally thought that the book writer should be a handsome, elegant and easy-going man, but he didn't expect to be a drunk old fogey?

This image gap is really a bit big.

"Then he came to help Divine Source Celestial Court persuade us?"

"If he was willing to help Divine Source Celestial Court, he would have helped as early as four thousand years ago. People who are not on the same road as us, don’t care about him, just do our own thing."

Dark Heavenly Monarch no longer continues on this topic, and the gods wisely did not ask any more. what.

The dark Celestial Court continues to drive calmly in the void...

...

The gloomy sky, like a weaving drizzle, is slightly slanting, and the ground is wet. Hit the body, bringing the slightest coolness.

The sky has entered autumn, and the coolness is overwhelming.

Ye Chuan wears a sash and a hat, and leads the horse on the rural trails, leaving clear footprints on the muddy road.

The fragrance of flowers next to it, with rain moisture, makes the nose itchy.

In the fields not far from both sides, there are farmers in small groups sowing autumn grain. The continuous drizzle cannot stop them.

At the end of the road is a village.

In the village, there are a few houses scattered sparsely, and the smoke and rain are hazy, making the village a hazy mist, like a dream.

Ye Chuan led the horse and walked along the path of the village. Several children playing at the entrance of the village looked at him curiously.

The adults on the side also looked at the stranger from outside curiously.

It has been a long time since there have been outsiders in their village.

Ye Chuan walks step by step in this village. There are not many people, but it gives him a warm and homely feeling. It makes people relax involuntarily and enjoy the rare peace.

This is the hometown of Ding Yuechen.

It took him a month to cross the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, cross the Thousand Rivers and Baihe, and finally came here.

This village that Ding Yuechen is determined to take good care of...

It is rare for an outsider to come to the village, and even the village chief is also alarmed.

The village chief is an old man with white hair. He has a rickety figure, and his skin is as old as a bark. He is holding a cane and tremblingly came to Ye with the help of a middle-aged man. In front of Chuan.

"youngster, I am the village head here. Where do you come from? What are you doing in our village?" The village lifted the head with difficulty, looking at Ye Chuan and asked.

Ye Chuan took the initiative to bend down and said softly: "Hello village chief, I traveled from a long distance, so I passed by here so I came to see it."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Hearing his words, the village head was nodded with confidence, "Good travel, we have not been here for a long time."

" Long, I want to ask one thing, are Ding Yuechen and Ding Yuewan the people here?" Ye Chuan asked softly.

"Who?" The village chief seemed to be a little confused.

Instead, the middle age person next to him heard Ye Chuan say the names Ding Yuechen and Ding Yuewan. He was immediately surprised and said, "They are indeed people from our village. May I ask this How did Little Brother know them? Did Little Brother and Yuechen know them?"

After getting confirmation, Ye Chuan sank a little, and then nodded with a smile said: "Frankly, actually, I and Yue Chen and they are dísciple of the same a small sect."

"In other words, you are also from Cloud Water Sect? When I sent a letter last month, I said that they had successfully joined. A sect called'Cloud Water Sect', we are all happy for them." The middle-aged man's face was a little pleased.

Even now, thinking of the lineup mentioned in the letter they sent back before Yuechen, they still feel excited.

This proves that the people in their village finally have a promising person.

It turns out that Ding Yuechen and the others wrote to the village.

A letter, starting from the moment the pen is written, until the letter falls into the hands of the villagers, perhaps the same as turning over the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, crossing the Qianjiang Baihe, and waiting to return to the village , Two or three months have passed.

"Why Yuechen and the others, why didn't they come back with you?" The middle-aged man looked at the carriage behind Ye Chuan, but there was no silhouette of Ding Yuechen and Ding Yuewan on it.

"They...have no time to come back. I just happened to have a mission to pass here, so I will take a look at you for them." Ye Chuan lowered his head and said softly.

He didn't know how to tell these people in the village that Ding Yuechen and Ding Yuewan were dead.

He can't say it.