I woke up after 300 million years

The North Street Street is bustling. The little boy is kneeling on the ground, knocking his head so hard that it bleeds. The little girl stays in the bamboo basket, holding dusty meat buns. She does not understand her brother's behavior or the words of the man in white. , just kept sobbing quietly.

Le Huanhuan, who acted as a guard, crossed his arms over his chest and muttered:

"After a long trip, why did my ancestor fall in love with picking up children?"

She glanced at Cai Xi, who had an excellent appearance, and then at Ji Hongyuan, who was steady and less talkative.

Ji Hongyuan smiled back, gentle and elegant.

Caixi pursed her lips lightly, looked at Le Huanhuan's chest, and smacked her tongue, "It's true that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. This is the scar of my life. I feel uncomfortable standing with her... "

Girls, even fairies who are noble in front of others, still have worries in private.

Caixi is a typical example, she is invincible in front of outsiders in Sanqianzhou and will fight if she refuses to accept it, she is cute and cute in front of Yan Fan, White Rabbit Toffee, and she is a ferocious bitch in front of Ji Hongyuan, and she will do whatever she wants.

The setting sun on the horizon disappeared behind the mountains, and the street lights came on one by one.

The night wind blew Yan Fan's white hair on his temples, and he asked in a gentle tone:

"What are your and sister's names?"

"Yang Jian." The little boy raised his head and answered, then looked sideways at the little girl, "Sister, Yang Rou."

Yang Jian, Yang Rou... Yan Fan recited it silently, and when he touched the boy's head with his right hand, he felt a pure Yang force. The boy was not as ordinary as he seemed on the surface, but had a special physique.

After thinking for three seconds, he smiled and said, "Let's go, follow me from now on and teach you how to practice."

Yan Fan strode forward, clearly out of place among all the other people.

Yang Jian looked at the retreating figure, quickly stood up, carried the bamboo basket on his back, and followed with bare feet.

After a while, the group arrived at the north gate of the palace.

Le Huanhuan immediately noticed something was wrong and looked around. There were many people hiding around.

"Ancestor, there are usually forty or fifty people on duty at the North Gate. Now there are more than two hundred people on duty openly, and there are more than a hundred powerful monks secretly. Something may have happened."

Women's sixth sense is often very accurate.

Before Yan Fan could step in, the powerful Ye Guzhou rushed towards him, followed by Yun Duan who had broken off his left hand.

"Ancestor." Ye Guzhou saluted, then leaned into Yan Fan's ear and said a lot.

Yan Fan's originally content expression gradually faded, his brows gradually furrowed, and finally his brown eyes turned cold, with an invisible murderous intention surging.

"Where are the civil and military officials who know about this matter?"

Ye Guzhou lowered his voice and replied, "We are temporarily under control in the palace. Fortunately, that person did not attack the imperial city. The people are living and working in peace and contentment as always. In recent days, Prince Gu and I have mobilized millions of soldiers to strengthen the protection of the imperial city. Your Majesty." I didn’t express my attitude, I just said I’d wait for you to come back to discuss it.”

Taking a deep breath, Yan Fan calmed down his emotions, turned to Le Huanhuan and asked:

"You take them to the Health Palace to wash up first, and get some food for Yang Jian and Yang Rou."

"Brother..." Caixi grabbed Yan Fan's sleeve with a worried expression.

Yan Fan pinched the girl's cheek and chuckled, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared instantly.

......

The backyard of Wushuang Palace.

The breeze blew, and Yan Fan appeared, his white clothes fluttering, looking at the man practicing swordsmanship in the yard.

Not seen for more than half a month, Mu Changsheng has lost weight. He is wearing a set of gold-edged robes. His rough cheek skin is white and lacks blood color. A pair of imperial eyes are solitary and cold and arrogant. His thin lips are cracked and lack moisture. His back is three-dimensional. Lonely, seven points desolate.

He wielded his sword over and over again, for hundreds of years, and never let up.

A sword and a thousand-year history!

A bloody battle for three thousand states with one sword!

Mu Changsheng restrained his sword intention, let go of the Beihuang Sword, and the sword flew back to its scabbard.

"Ancestor, you're back." He picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his forehead, smiling kindly.

Yan Fan opened his mouth but stopped talking.

It can be seen that Mu Changsheng, who looks calm on the outside, is under too much pressure on the inside.

After thinking about it, Yan Fan decided to change his approach. He walked to the stone table and sat down. He waved and took out two bottles of thousand-year-old wine. He was approachable and said, "Chang Sheng, come and have a drink with me."

"Okay." Mu Changsheng nodded happily.

The two sat across from each other. Mu Changsheng poured wine for Yan Fan, then filled it for himself. He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. When the wine passed through his throat, there was a burning sensation. The aftertaste was sweet and refreshing.

"Good wine! Ancestor, it seems that you have gained a lot this time. This wine is probably older than me."

"You know your stuff. This wine is brewed with more than a hundred natural materials and earthly treasures. I only got these two pots. Cai'er said that drinking it will help to regulate the body, relax the muscles and activate the bones, and increase the cultivation level." Yan Fan introduced it with a smile and drank it all in one gulp.

Mu Changsheng was stunned, "Cai'er? Who is it?"

"My sister." Yan Fan said bluntly, pouring wine and talking freely, "My sister is undoubtedly the number one among the younger generation in Sanqianzhou. Her pair of eyes are unparalleled in the world. She can dance for nine days without any rival... ..”

Immediately, Yan Fan vividly described his experiences at Shiwanda Mountain and the saint's ruins.

When talking about Caixi and Ji Hongyuan, there is a kind of gentleness. When talking about killing the enemy's genius, she suddenly becomes domineering. When talking about strange creatures, she is somewhat helpless.

Mu Changsheng listened quietly, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning, sometimes caring.

The night is deep and the night is cold.

After finishing two cans of thousand-year-old wine, Mu Changsheng took out the century-old wine and continued drinking with Yan Fan under the moonlight, feeling at ease.

After three drinks, it was already midnight.

The two people who didn't use their cultivation were already tipsy.

Yan Fan leaned back against the maple tree, raised his glass to the bright moon, and comforted:

"Changsheng, it's not your fault. It's just a coffin. Just give it to me. As for your first love, my ancestor will definitely help you get it back."

"First love..." Mu Changsheng's hand holding the cup trembled, and bloodshot eyes filled his eyes. "I am so useless that I can't even protect my own apprentice. That person saw that she was extremely talented and had great luck. Holding the red coffin in one hand and my first love in the other, I went to the upper world before my eyes."

"Ancestor, do you know, at that moment, I was so powerless!"

"I have laid a solid foundation with the "Book of Beginnings" and am invincible in the lower realm. But when facing a Great Thousand Realm Lord, I don't even have the strength to fight back!"

That's right, Ye Guzhou had already told Yan Fan that someone from the upper world, a major cultivator from the Great Thousand Realm, not only snatched away the red coffin, but also discovered the extraordinary nature of Meng's first love and planned to take him as his disciple. However, the latter did not agree and was sent to the upper world. People are taken away, life or death is uncertain.

Mu Changsheng crushed the wine glass, picked up the jug and drank heavily, causing the iron-blooded man to cry.

"Ancestor, I have been in despair three times in my life."

"The first time, when I was nine years old, a group of robbers massacred Mujia Village. Everyone died, and no one was left alive. I became an orphan and worked as a beggar and a handyman, just to survive."

"The second time, when I was one hundred and one years old, I went to Nine Days with her, and her father had her legs broken, and she was imprisoned in the Ice Hell for three years. She begged for mercy for three years, and I was freed. "

"The third time, eight hundred..."

"Wait a minute." Yan Fan suddenly interrupted the other party, his red cheeks were quite charming, and asked, "Have you been to the upper world?"

You must know that if you want to go to the upper realm, you must cultivate to the realm of earthly immortals, and Mu Changsheng is still in the ninth level of the Ascension Realm. Even if he has unparalleled combat power, he cannot reach the immortal realm and cannot communicate with people in the upper realm.

Recalling the past, Mu Changsheng smiled bitterly and told calmly:

"I have been... In this life, I only owe one woman. Our encounter was ordinary. At that time, she was eighteen years old and had cultivated to the Tianyi realm. She was besieged by a group of sanctimonious monks. I was a hero and saved the beauty. She met her in person, it can also be said that it was love at first sight that lasted forever."

"We live in a mountain village and help each other. Our life is ordinary but very fulfilling."

"Five years later, she told me that she was actually a member of the Jiutian Saint Clan, and her parents had a high status in the Saint Clan. She came to the lower world just for fun. One day, the upper world would send people to look for her... I understand her worries. She is afraid that the Saints will not agree to our being together. On the contrary, I am not afraid of the Saints as I am crazy about love. My earthly immortal cultivation is invincible in the Three Thousand States. I am called the number one immortal. I am confident that I can do it. Her parents approved, so... we went to the upper world."

Speaking of this, Mu Changsheng was full of melancholy and laughed at himself, "I overestimated myself. It was my first time to visit the Holy Clan and I was completely humiliated. Her father's words hurt my heart. The superior man said to me: The ascended ones have gone through thousands of hardships, proud of the lower world, and climbed to the sky step by step. In the end, they are just one of the millions of immortals of the saint race, gatekeepers."

Mu Changsheng would also feel confused when he thought of these words.

What is the purpose of practicing? Create an era of your own? Looking for the end of the illusory road? A stage that ascends to nine heavens?

But in Jiutian, immortal? Haha, there are millions of immortals in the Saint Race, and the ascended ones are only qualified to be gatekeepers. The efforts and training in the lower realm are like a joke, meaningless!

"So, you never made a queen, and you never had a relationship with a woman, just for her?" Yan Fan looked at Mu Changsheng with much softer eyes.

Mu Changsheng stood up, looked up to the sky and drank, staggered two steps, and whispered sadly:

"She begged for me for three years, and that man finally let me go. He knocked me down to the first level of the Ascension Realm with one palm, dragged me to the passage between two realms, and threw me back to the lower realm. He also threatened me, if I If you dare to fly to the nine heavens again, you will definitely take my head and burn my soul. I will never be as good as reincarnation."

"When I was thrown into the passage, I saw her coming and yelling at me to wait for her in the lower realm, so I... I waited seven hundred years in the world of mortals and returned to the lower realm without becoming an immortal. "

Mu Changsheng could have broken through to the Immortal Realm again a long time ago, but he did not choose to break through. Once he reached the Immortal Realm, he would be targeted by Jiutian's orthodoxy.

He founded the Wushuang Dynasty, on the one hand, to develop his own power, and on the other hand, he waited for the person he loved most to come back.

After listening to the touching love story, Yan Fan shook his head:

"Why do you keep waiting? In the nine heavens of the upper world, I don't believe that the saints can cover the sky with one hand. You can go back to the upper world, hide your strength and bide your time, and wait until you have the power to rival the saints and overthrow them in one fell swoop!"

"Ancestor, I am not a person who likes to wait. Only taking the initiative will have a chance of winning. Passivity will always be sad."

Mu Changsheng swayed and squatted at Yan Fan's feet, lying on his knees, burping and saying:

"Ancestor, you say it easily. Do you know that there are nine great saint clans in Jiutian, and it is not an exaggeration to cover the innocence with one hand. Even if I can hide and practice to the world master realm, to the life and death realm, the problem is, the stronger the cultivation level, the less likely it is to keep a low profile. A strong cultivation level requires countless resources to support it. When snatching resources, it is easy to be calculated by the enemy and cannot be concealed..."

"In the eyes of the saints, I am just a bug, a bug that can be crushed to death at any time."

Yan Fan stretched out his hand and patted the man's back, correcting him seriously, "You are not a bedbug. You are extremely outstanding in the eyes of our ancestors. You have been working hard."

The more comfort he received, the more aggrieved Mu Changsheng became.

I shed tears for the first time in seven hundred years.

He held Yan Fan's hand tightly, his body was shaking violently, and his voice was whimpering:

"It won't work if you don't work hard. If you don't work hard, you won't be worthy of her. After all..."

"A person from a humble background like me is not even qualified to play."