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Zhao House.

The heavily guarded Zhao Mansion welcomed a guest, and the former patriarch of the Zhao family was a close friend.

The pomp is very grand. All the main direct descendants of the Zhao clan are present. There are only two kinds of people who can treat the invisible emperor in the south of the Yangtze River with such courtesy.

The guest was an old man, wearing a sackcloth sackcloth with straw ropes tied around his waist and straw sandals, which was somewhat out of tune with the luxurious costumes of the Zhao residence.

Some young children of the Zhao family saw the other party's rough clothes and straw shoes with disdain, which caused the anger of the old patriarch, and beat those impolite dudes to death, and secretly hated how so many ignorant and stupid people were born in the family.

The old patriarch of the Zhao clan respectfully invited the old man to enter the door and sit in the first place.

The maid served tea.

The old man looked at Zhao's house, and his face became ugly. He saw that although the Zhao family was prosperous, it was facing a great crisis, and it involved a great deal. One bad thing may lead to backlash, and it is very likely to be irreversible.

"If I had known, I would not have come."

Shaking his head, things are very serious.

"Old gentleman, the Zhao family has encountered an unprecedented crisis, please ask the old gentleman to save my Zhao family..."

The old patriarch knelt directly in front of the old gentleman who looked like a country old man, kowtowed, without too much words or nonsense. He clearly knew that the more nonsense he communicated with the masters, the more disgusting he would be. It is best to express his wishes simply and straightforwardly. The family is facing a great crisis, and the millennium foundation of his ancestors may be destroyed.

The room was very quiet, and only the sound of the old patriarch's forehead bottoming out could be heard. The disciples of the Zhao clan, who were accustomed to being aloof, were surprised and confused, not knowing whether to kneel or stand.

The long time at the top made Zhao's children forget how to ask for help. In the past, only others knelt when they knelt.

The forehead smashed and bleed, and the blood stuck to the dust of expensive floor tiles.

dong... dong... dong...

Finally, the old man in rough sackcloth sighed.

"Forget it, whoever makes the old man owe you Zhao's favor, get up."

The Zhao clan chief was overjoyed. He looked up and saw that the figure of the old man on the chair had disappeared. He didn't know when he left the hall and arrived in the courtyard. Every step he took seemed to be very close, but it was actually a few meters away, but he didn't feel any abnormality.

The old man left a sigh in the distance...

"Hey... although the flowers are gorgeous, but for a moment, I can do it myself."

Maybe the old man told the Zhao family not to ask for too much. Unfortunately, human nature is greedy. If you don't see the benefits, you will not ask for it. Once you taste it, it is difficult to give up. The old patriarch just pondered it for a while and then forgot it, he couldn't put it down at all.

When he came, the whole Zhao family greeted him, and when he left, he was alone. The old man was no different from the woodcutter in the mountains.

"Brother under Jiuquan, I'm here to repay your favor, this old bone may not come back, it's too tiring to bear the debt of favor..."

Take out a bamboo ruler inserted in the straw rope belt.

With a swipe of the empty hand, the bamboo ruler turned into a phantom shadow of a hundred feet, lying prone on the ground and suddenly erected to point towards the sky.

"A thousand miles of rivers."

"Second Quantity Wanjun Mountain."

The ruler is constantly changing, and the surrounding mountains and rivers are also changing. It seems to form another world. There is not much spiritual power fluctuation.

Walking to the barren mountains, the old man stopped out of breath, took out a hatchet and chopped wood, and he was skilled.

Birds and beasts in the mountains walked peacefully, no difference from the past, only the mouse ants that lived below came out of the crypt and refused to return to their nests, and even the queen ants ran out...

The old man built a thatched hut and surrounded the fence, as if he wanted to live here and wait for someone.

After half a month...

A huge rain cloud floated from the sky, and the drizzle was drizzling.

The raindrops fell on the hat and slipped again, but the hat might have been blackened and rotten after being exposed to the rain for a long time, and there was a little moss growing on the edge, which looked very strange.

On the way, Bai Yujun made another mink jacket. After walking for too long and soaking in too much rain, a few grasses grew on the shoulders of the mink jacket.

Walking, walking, suddenly stopped.

He raised his hand to take off the grass growing on the shoulders of the shroud, raised his hat, and glanced at the mountain forest in front of him and the thatched hut among the grass and trees. When he saw the old man under the old umbrella-like canopy, his black pupils unconsciously turned into vertical lines.

"The old man is very powerful, but he is not as powerful as the old man Yuan. I haven't been able to find his grave for so many years. I am depressed."

After thinking about it, he took out an oil-paper umbrella and held it in his arms, being cautious for fear of getting wet, completely forgetting that paper umbrellas are waterproof, and a certain snake has the habit of protecting every product.

Walk towards the old tree.

The old man was sitting under the tree and smoking a hookah on the root of the tangled old tree, looking at the drizzle and not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, a girl with an oil-paper umbrella walked up to her.

"Old man, do you want to buy an umbrella? My oil-paper umbrella is very good. It can prevent rain and ward off evil spirits. It only takes a tael of silver."

Bai Yujun looked at the old man with a sincere expression, and handed over the exquisite oil-paper umbrella in his hand. The oil-paper umbrella is really well-made, carefully processed with high-quality bamboo materials, and even the paper has been reinforced with some special methods. Formation, not afraid of ghosts.

The old man was stunned, forgetting to exhale the smoke from his mouth.

"Cough, no need, the old man is strong and strong and wears a straw hat."

Hearing this, Bai Yujun's pretty face showed disappointment.

"That's it... all right."

Gloomy and put away the oil-paper umbrella, I felt uncomfortable after not being able to make a deal for several days in a row, even if I earned a copper, the days when I didn't make money seemed to be full of weakness.

The old man sitting on several sticks looked at the girl, and felt as if he was looking up at countless lofty mountains and rivers and lakes!

So strong! She must be the one who shot the Zhao family.

"Girl, stop it, the world is unstoppable, and if it suffers backlash, it may be wiped out."

Bai Yujun smiled, smiling indifferently.

"The Great Dao is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine. There is one lack of Heaven, but there is a ray of life left. I have found where that line is. In addition, don't worry about the chaos of the world. No matter what changes, the time will still flow, and it will not change much."

"A silver lining... Are you really not afraid of God's punishment?"

"Of course I'm afraid~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and I'm scared to death, but I will take advantage of the loopholes, as long as I toss within the rules, I won't anger the gods. Scum."

The old man was a little frightened, and it was admirable and sighing that someone actually committed suicide to such a state.

Don't you think it's hard to fight against someone who takes death as the highest goal of life? The old man was lost, completely unaware that the person in front of him was not at all.

"Old man, do you want to stop?"

"Yes."

"It's really too much to stop the road without buying an umbrella."

The old man was speechless, and he felt very rude when he said it, but he still had to do what he had to do, the most difficult thing to pay off a debt of gratitude, and it might cost him his life...

"It's better to have a try here." The old man suggested.

"OK."