I woke up after 300 million years

Yan Fan still couldn't remember, and he vaguely sensed a force restraining all this.

The only solution to worries is time.

"Changsheng, what do you think I am?" Yan Fan touched the man's head with a kind tone.

This move made Mu Changsheng flattered, and he became more obedient and asked cautiously:

"Ancestor, can you release the true spirit in your body?"

"Real spirit?" Yan Fan blinked, holding his chin with his right hand, and said after a long time, "I don't understand."

Mu Changsheng: "..."

Meng’s first love: “???”

He originally thought that his ancestor would show off his power, but unexpectedly, the word "I don't understand" brought the whole paragraph down.

With a slight cough, Mu Changsheng patiently explained, "Ancestor, a cultivator absorbs the aura of heaven and earth and transforms it into a true spirit within the body. It is a power that is in line with the great road. You just feel the world inside your body and then draw out a trace of the true spirit."

Fit the road?

Inner world?

Yan Fan seemed to understand but still closed his eyes to feel it.

He didn't know if he didn't feel it. He was startled when he felt it. He saw a golden-red flag inside his body. The flag surface was blood red and the flagpole was pure gold. There was a crack on the flagpole and the flag surface was also damaged. A strange force was repairing the flag. Fell into a deep sleep.

In addition, he saw a small golden sun, a divine bird inside the sun, a green sapling with a scarlet eye, and a small blood-red flesh ball, which gave birth to a world.

Divine source, external gods, old days.

For some reason, three words came to Yan Fan's mind.

He seems to understand the importance of what is inside him, it seems to be his root.

"Ancestor..." Mu Changsheng shouted in a low voice.

Yan Fan slowly opened his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"Have you not found the world inside your body yet? It has been an hour..." Mu Changsheng felt inappropriate after saying this, and quickly added, "My children and grandchildren are not urging you, they are just afraid that you will become a demon. After all, your current state It’s not good, the memory loss is severe, and inner demons can easily arise.”

It's an hour!

Yan Fan was surprised. He closed and opened his eyes, but an hour had passed?

After calming down, he shook his head, "I'm fine."

He was not going to ask Mu Changsheng what the source of the gods was and what an external god was. He did not completely trust the two people in front of him. He inexplicably woke up from the coffin and became the ancestor of the emperor of a country. Anyone else would be wary.

He planned to make insinuations and tests to slowly gain more information.

After finding the world inside his body, Yan Fan followed Mu Changsheng's words and pulled out a trace of power.

The handsome and lovely dream first love came closer, elegantly dressed in a white dress, and blurted out, "The cultivation level of the ninth level of the Ascension Realm, but it's so strange, it's not a true spirit, nor is it like the aura of heaven and earth, a kind of power that I have never seen or come into contact with before. , the strength is not as good as the true spirit, and it is not in line with the Dao."

Her analysis was correct. Yan Fan was a cultivator at the peak of Kaitian on earth, and he absorbed spiritual energy diluted by spirit. It was not a power of this world, and naturally it was not in line with the Dao.

Mu Changsheng observed quietly and could not see anything strange, which was beyond the scope of understanding.

Yan Fan didn't care about this, gathered his strength, and continued to ask some questions about the situation in Beihuang Continent.

They chatted for three hours. Outside the main hall, the sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the empty and lonely palace, making it appear quiet and peaceful.

Mu Changsheng waited and saw that it was late, and he saw that Yan Fan's clothes were ragged and his neck and arms were covered in blood, so he suggested:

"Ancestor, I will send someone to prepare a room for you to bathe in. You should go to bed early. Maybe you can remember the past after a good sleep."

"Well, I am indeed tired." Yan Fan leaned back on the imperial chair, lacking energy.

He glanced at Meng Chulian and waved, "You go out first."

The gentle Meng Chulian was startled and didn't understand why she wanted to go out by herself. She had too many secrets and became nervous inside, but on the outside she nodded calmly and turned around to leave the hall.

After a long while, Yan Fan stared straight out of the hall, speaking calmly, and made the point in one sentence:

"You are not a simple apprentice. You give me a sense of conspiracy. Please pay attention."

The left corner of Mu Changsheng's mouth raised, he came close to Yan Fan's ear and lowered his voice:

"Old Ancestor Wisdom Eyes, I know her situation. She is a reborn person. In her last life, she should have been an existence beyond immortals. There were problems in the encounter with me seven years ago. My children and grandchildren are not blind people. They have already guessed her. what do you want."

"She is too talented and has a physique that I cannot see through. She is such a proud girl. I am reluctant to give up. As long as she does not go too far, I can condone her behavior... As an emperor, I can turn a blind eye. One eye is no longer a matter of a day or two.”

"Reborn?" Yan Fan was confused.

Mu Changsheng was extremely patient with Yan Fan and answered almost every question without showing a trace of impatience. He explained vividly:

"Rebirth refers to some peerless powerful beings who encounter catastrophes due to cultivation, natural disasters, man-made disasters, etc., and are forced to kill themselves. Instead of reincarnation, their souls directly choose pregnant women, enter their wombs, and gain the opportunity to start over again."

"This kind of behavior has pros and cons. If you are born with poor bones and physique, you may not be able to cultivate to the height of your previous life. Some people are born with stronger physiques, plus the memory and cultivation experience of the previous life, and you can cultivate in a short time. Rise up and become a powerful force."

"For example, my first love, she is obviously the latter. She is in the Ascension Realm at the age of 17, which is unique in Sanqianzhou. You know, even a genius like me took 70 years to practice to the first level of the Ascension Realm. I usually call her Keep a low profile and don't expose your strength. Today, unexpectedly, she struck out against the immortal with a sword. Although it was just a casual blow from the immortal, she blocked it, which will make the civil and military officials guess."

This kid is a bit narcissistic... Yan Fan yawned, his eyelids were heavy, and he was ready to take a bath.

Seeing that Mu Changsheng had good eyesight, he immediately clapped his hands. Three seconds later, two petite women with fairy-like appearance entered the hall.

"You wait for the ancestor to change his clothes and take a bath."

"As ordered." The two women knelt down on one knee and then led Yan Fan away.

The hall returned to quiet.

Mu Changsheng sat on the throne, his smile subdued, his eyes gazing at the world, showing no anger or authority.

The Beihuang Sword on his waist spoke, "Master, you should have understood from the moment he walked out of the coffin that he is not the ancestor of the Mu family, and there is no blood relationship between you."

"Does it matter?"

Mu Changsheng did not answer the question.

He overlooked the main hall, and the power of the emperor sublimated, "I have been worshiping my ancestors since I was born. Blood relationship is not important. Sincerity is always a must-kill skill. If I trade my sincerity for the future, my ancestors will not treat me badly."

The Beihuang Sword flew up, and the boy's voice said, "Aren't you afraid of him occupying the magpie's nest?"

"Hahaha!" Mu Changsheng laughed and put down his heroic words, "Beihuang, you are wrong. I am the only one in the Wushuang Dynasty who is unparalleled. No one can replace me. The ancestor seems to have ascended to the ninth level, but I think it is not simple. He must be clumsy. ”

"My ancestor has amnesia, not stupidity. Naturally, he does not completely trust me. Therefore, I must be more sincere. Gradual progress in relationships between people is a necessary process."

The sword spirit of Beihuang Sword was stunned. He was silent for a long time before saying, "You are really good at human nature. There are so many bombs around you. Are you not afraid of playing with fire and burning yourself?"

Mu Changsheng's eyes were lonely and cold, and he tapped the throne with his right hand, "What you see is a bomb, what I see is a glorious future, and it means that I have the qualifications to challenge the Holy Clan!"

"Oh, after 700 years of waiting in the world of mortals, you still can't forget her. How stupid." Beihuang Jian sighed.

In an instant, Chen Yuluoyan's dream first love came, and the Beihuang Sword returned to its owner's waist.

There were no outsiders around, Meng Chulian said straight to the point:

"Master, your ancestor is not simple. He gives me a sense of conspiracy. You should pay more attention."

Listening to the extremely familiar words, Mu Changsheng covered his forehead with one hand and said in a passionate voice, "There are so many conspiracy theories every day. Ancestor is an ancestor, you stinky girl, please show some respect."

"You silly master, I don't care about you anymore." Meng Chulian was furious, with her left hand on her hips and her right hand pointing at the man on the throne and cursing.

When she's angry, she's even cuter and makes her more protective.

Mu Changsheng rolled his eyes, "Take care of yourself, I don't need you to."

He is very thoughtful and sees through too many things, and he just sees through them without telling them.

Mu Changsheng occupies a high position and is strategizing, which is enough to win a victory thousands of miles away. This time the Immortal Lower Realm of the Yuhua Palace may be related to the Proud Dynasty, so he must take precautions in advance to avoid being attacked by a surprise attack.

The master and apprentice stared at each other.

Seeing that the master was silent, Meng Chulian asked in a low voice, "Master, the ancestor has left the coffin. Can you borrow my coffin to learn the runes on it?"

Mu Changsheng stood up, walked to his apprentice step by step, and answered the question:

"The moonlight is nice tonight, I'll go for a walk outside, and you can play in the palace by yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared.

I... dreamed of first love and a hundred dirty words stuck in my throat.

Xiaota sent a message, "You are too impatient. This is not your character. You have been dormant for seven years. Why can't you hold back all of a sudden?"

Meng Chulian stayed alone in the main hall, exhaled, stroking the few braids on her chest with both hands, and spoke in a soft and watery tone:

"That Yan Fan gave me a sense of danger. He deliberately pushed me away. He must have seen through my background. Maybe he was plotting some plan with Master to catch me by surprise. Now I just want to get the red coffin and leave as soon as possible. Beihuangzhou, strive to break through the immortal realm before the age of 25, go to the upper realm, and regain everything lost!"

Xiaota: "The idea is good, but being impatient can lead to chaos. You have to stay calm. In this life, you are becoming more and more like a little girl, which is not good."

Meng Chulian raised her chest and raised her head, and whispered softly:

"Xiaota, you are wrong about this. At any age, you should have the mentality and consciousness of that age. Being too mature is not a good thing. Being more than ten years old and having a mind that is hundreds of years old is a curse. , Such people will most likely not live happily, and they will not be able to go far."

"I have myself, and I am extremely free. I have myself, and the road is at my feet!"

After saying that, the girl turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Where are you going?"

"Health Palace, meet the ancestors."

"...You are seeking death. You promised me to stay away from Yan Fan!"

"No, I changed my mind. Since Master listens to Ancestor unconditionally, then as long as I attack Ancestor and be a good girl and Ancestor speaks, Master will definitely give me a red coffin."

......

The night is slightly cool, and the clouds and mist sometimes cover the moon and sometimes drift away.

In the backyard of the Health Palace, Yan Fan was wearing a luxurious white dress after bathing. His waist-length white hair was tied with a piece of red silk at the end to prevent it from being messed up by the wind.

Two maids served on the left and right, one poured the wine and the other handled the fruit.

Picking up the wine glass, Yan Fan's brown eyes were tender and his whole person was handsome and unrestrained.

He was absentmindedly stroking two silver-white rings with his left hand. He suddenly heard footsteps and waved to the maid.

The maid understood instantly and bent down to retreat.

Meng Chulian hid behind the big tree, stuck out his head, blinked his eyes, and whispered in disbelief:

"My dear, is this the ancestor?"

"The stunning figure under the moon, with white hair and red silk, holding a glass of wine in his hand, is more handsome than the immortals in heaven."

Fortunately, the dream of first love does not belong to a nymphomaniac. I immersed myself in it for a moment, as if I were waking up from a dream. I walked over lightly, with the posture of a little girl, and sweetly shouted:

"Ancestor, it's so boring for you to drink alone. Your children and grandchildren will accompany you."

Yan Fan stared straight at the girl. Her fair and tender skin, her exquisite and soft facial features, and her sweet but not greasy voice all proved the girl's stunning beauty.

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Yan Fan shook his head:

"It's too late, no appointment, just tell me if you have anything to do, and come back if nothing happens."

No date? I don’t want to date you... Meng Chulian complained in his belly, his brain quickly organized the words, half-crouched beside Yan Fan’s legs, and whispered:

"Ancestor, my master is not simple, you should pay more attention."

The night wind blew the peach trees, and the peach blossoms flew down from the sky, causing ripples on the water.

Three people, two weapons, eight hundred minds.

If this were placed on Earth, they could create ten group chats.