My disciples have hidden identities

The bald and fat man replied honestly: "There is no name, no suzerain, and the wandering people make their homes all over the world."

"no name?"

Ji Pingsheng glanced at him in astonishment, and said with disbelief: "There are still people without names and surnames in this world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young Kun next to him tugged at his sleeve, pointed at himself and said, "Me."

Ji Pingsheng patted Youkun casually, and said angrily, "That was a long time ago, and your name is now Ji Youkun!"

"Besides, you're not human."

"Oh."

You Kun responded lightly.

Before she was picked up, she didn't know her name, but after she was picked up, she was called Ji Youkun.

"Isn't it normal not to have a name?"

The bald fat man showed a sad look in his eyes, and said, "My name was Zhang San yesterday, and Li Si today. Who will remember my name after a few years?"

He looked at Ji Pingsheng without any expression of fear, not even panic, as if things falling into the hands of the enemy had become a habit.

"Brother and sister-in-law, tell me, if you have any requirements, I can kneel and kowtow or lick your shoes."

The bald fat man said calmly.

sister in law! ?

Qi Luo's face turned red when she called sister-in-law, and she broke her defenses instantly.

She was still a little impatient at first, and wanted to kill the little fat man casually and go back to sleep.

But now, based on this sister-in-law, she is not going to do it herself.

Qi Luo looked at the miserable fat man in front of her with interest, and she was surprised to find that this man was really young.

Maybe only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The casual cultivator on the [-]th and [-]th, could it be that something happened in the family?

Qiluo thought silently.

But she didn't open her mouth to speak, she just stood quietly beside Ji Pingsheng.

When he was away from home, everything was based on Ji Pingsheng.

Ji Pingsheng also noticed something was wrong. He frowned and looked at the bald fat man in front of him. He thought he was of the same age, but unexpectedly he was just a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

"Kneeling, kowtowing and licking shoes, do you often do it?"

Ji Pingsheng frowned and asked.

The little fat man said lightly: "It's okay, the main reason is that someone caught me."

"If I'm caught by a righteous monk, as long as I kneel down and beg for mercy and kowtow in public, the hypocrites will let me go."

"If you are caught by a monk of the magic way, you will have to knock your head a few times and call grandpa a few times, and you will be beaten."

talking.

He grinned, showing a deadly smile: "As long as you live, isn't it all right?"

This……

Ji Pingsheng looked troubled, he glanced at Qi Luo, a bit at a loss as to what to do.

He originally wanted to capture this fat bald man and kill him.

Now that I heard such a tragic experience, I couldn't help but feel sympathy in my heart.

He is a serious socialist successor, how can he attack someone who is nearly ten years younger than him.

Qi Luo saw Ji Pingsheng's eyes and repeatedly shook his head to refuse.

She gritted her teeth and was able to do it before, but now she can't.

Ji Pingsheng glared at Qi Luo, looked at the little fat man who was calmly waiting for the trial, hesitated for a moment, and then sighed: "Come on, hand over your ring and get out, and don't appear in my sight in the future. "

Selling miserably is selling miserably, but he felt unwilling to let him go directly, so he simply followed the traditional performing arts and took a ring.

The little fat man was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a grateful expression: "Thank you brother and sister-in-law for letting me go, I will retreat three hundred miles in the future."

As he said that, he naturally pulled out the ring in his hand, and handed it to Ji Pingsheng respectfully with both hands.

Looking at the action of his handing over the ring, one can tell how many times he has repeated it.

Ji Pingsheng took the ring and smacked his mouth, feeling a little discouraged.

The little fat man who was caught was too honest, let him do whatever he wanted, and it became spiritual at all, which made him lose interest.

After Ji Pingsheng took the ring, he waved his hand casually: "Get out, and be careful not to get caught again in the future."

Without hesitation, the little fat man turned around and ran away decisively.

"It's really boring to take revenge."

Ji Pingsheng said disappointedly, although it wasn't a big grudge, it just made him a little bit uncomfortable.

Qi Luo gave him a blank look: "You have to bully children to be happy."

"I didn't pay attention either, who knew he was so young."

After retorting, Ji Pingsheng put his attention on the ring in his hand, and after submerging his consciousness to look at it, he felt a little more comfort in his heart.

"It's okay, a pile of materials plus tens of thousands of spirit stones is considered a stop loss."

Ji Pingsheng comforted himself.

At this moment, the young Kun next to him suddenly jumped out, and said crisply: "It's not just these!"

"Then what else?"

Ji Pingsheng was puzzled.

Then he saw You Kun took something out of his pocket and handed it to him.

"It fell out of the fat man's arms after I knocked him out."

Ji Pingsheng took it, and looked at the things that Young Kun handed over under the moonlight.

This is a small shovel about [-] centimeters in length, the whole body is dark gold in color, I don't know what material it is made of.

On the front and back of the small dark gold shovel, there are still words engraved.

Qi Luo was so curious that she leaned over, set her eyes on the characters on the front and back of the small shovel, and muttered.

"Gold Nuggets genre..."

"Thirty thousand..."

Chapter 148 60 Years of Inheritance!

You asked with a dark face.

"No."

Qi Luo shook her head, her brows were furrowed and she fell into deep thought. After searching through her childhood memories, a dazed expression appeared on her face.

"I remember!"

Qi Luo stared at the small shovel with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said: "A long time ago, I saw the word Nuggets in an ancient book. It seems to be a very old school in the Xuanshen Realm. The source is unknown."

"Nuggets genre?"

Ji Pingsheng was slightly taken aback, he had never heard of this school, and asked curiously: "What is this school for, is it very powerful?"

Qi Luo replied: "The gold-digging school mainly digs tombs, explores ruins, travels in various places in the Xuanshen Realm, and searches for heavenly materials and earth treasures. It is not clear whether it is strong or not, but this school has not appeared in the Xuanshen Realm for a long time. It has long since disappeared.”

Excavating the tomb...

Ji Pingsheng looked speechless, where did the tombs come from in the Xuanshen Realm? Could it be the ancestral graves of some bigwigs or even major forces?

Isn't this the genre of tomb robbers? ? ?

Reappear the Nuggets after touching the gold?

"So, that little fat man is a grave robber? No wonder he is always caught and beaten. If you dig someone's ancestral grave and don't kill him, you've met a good person."

Ji Pingsheng curled his lips. If it was really a grave robber, then he didn't need sympathy at all, and he deserved it if he was beaten to death.

It's like the body of the old suzerain is still buried in the back mountain of their Shangqing sect. If someone digs up this one day, he will probably explode in anger.

"I'm not too sure if it's a tomb robber. After all, this ancient school has long since fallen, and I didn't expect there to be a successor alive."

Qi Luo said with a regretful expression.

The successor of an ancient school has fallen to such a point, the long river of time can really take away all the glory!

Ji Pingsheng turned over the golden shovel in his hand, he always felt that the formation of this golden shovel was a bit strange.

There are several irregular gaps on the handle of the golden shovel, a bit like a key or something.

"Then the [-] engraved here is the inheritance age of the Nuggets School."

Looking at the 3 characters engraved on the other side, Ji Pingsheng couldn't help but marvel: "It has been passed down for [-] years and hasn't disappeared. This genre is really strong enough."

Just as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from another direction.

"No, this is not 3 years, but [-] generations."

Ji Pingsheng and Qi Luo were slightly taken aback, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice.

The little fat man who had run away before came back in a dog skin that he didn't know about that sect.

His eyes were fixed on the golden shovel in Ji Pingsheng's hand, obviously he came back to get this very important thing.

"The Nuggets genre has been passed down to this day, and it has been [-] generations."

Although the little fat man's tone seemed calm, he could still hear a bleak voice.

This kind of bleakness may be normal to say from the mouth of an old monk.

But speaking from the mouth of a young monk, there is always an inexplicable sadness.

"Thirty thousand... generations?!"

After Ji Pingsheng was taken aback for a moment, his eyes widened sharply, showing an expression of disbelief.

Not only him, even Qi Luo and the ignorant You Kun next to him were shocked by the word [-] generations.

"That's right, I am the [-]th generation disciple of the Nuggets School, and the only single disciple."

The little fat man didn't hide anything, and admitted very frankly that his eyes were relatively small, and it was like squinting when staring at something.

"Is it Ji?"

The little fat man walked over with a fat body that looked very safe, looked at Ji Pingsheng, and said with a pleading look: "Ji Zongzhu, can you give me back that golden shovel, it is the inheritance of our gold digger school token."

"You wait!"

Ji Pingsheng covered his dazed head, he shook the golden shovel in his hand vigorously, and looked at the little fat man as if he was watching a psychopath.

"Thirty thousand generations? Do you know how many years thirty thousand generations are? Calculated according to the most common generation of 100 years, thirty thousand generations is three million years! Are you fooling others and fooling yourself?"

Ji Pingsheng had an expression of disbelief written all over his face, even Qi Luo was the same, looking at the little fat man with weird eyes.

On the other hand, You Kun fiddled with her little finger with her head down, and then she calculated how much 300 million years would be.

But no matter how she counted, ten fingers were not enough for her to fiddle with.

"It's Sanwandai."

The little fat man said blankly: "To be precise, it has been passed down for 60 generations in [-] years."

This is a piece of history, a history that is too long to go back.

"60 years!?"

"60 years?!"

Ji Pingsheng and Qi Luo exclaimed in unison, even the well-informed Qi Luo was shocked by this huge number.

The two looked at the little fat man approaching them in shock, and were too shocked to speak.

What is the concept of 60 years?