I woke up after 300 million years

The old man is quite old, wearing gray cloth, with gray hair, and holding a high-quality huanghuali stick in his hand, which is both a cane and a weapon.

That wrinkled face was filled with disbelief.

Mu Changsheng suddenly became alert. Judging from the two words "It's you", the old man must know him. However, when he ascended to the upper world, he only visited Void City during the day, because the Liu family of the saint clan lived above Void City. In other words... the old man may have witnessed the tragic situation in which he was humiliated by the saints.

Now... an enemy? Also a bystander?

All kinds of thoughts flashed by. Mu Changsheng stood in front of the bed, his right hand subconsciously holding the Beihuang Sword at his waist, ready to kill the two people in front of him at any time and escape with his ancestor.

He didn't want to be discovered by the Liu family. Once exposed, the consequences would be disastrous!

Mu Changsheng sensed for a second that the auras of the two of them were not strong, the girl was not in the immortal realm, and the old man was probably in the main realm of the Xiaoqian Realm.

Seeing the man holding the sword, the old man immediately stood in front of his granddaughter and quickly explained:

"Sir, don't be nervous. I don't mean any harm. Have you forgotten?"

"Back then in Void City, a poor scholar was bullied. You and Miss Liu passed by, rescued each other, and gave the scholar some cultivation resources."

Poor scholar?

Mu Changsheng's brows furrowed little by little, and his unruffled and intimidating eyes made people dare not look directly at him.

Since more than two thousand years had passed and it was still just a one-time relationship, Mu Changsheng thought for a long time, looked the old man up and down, and asked in an uncertain tone:

"You...are you Liu Erlang?"

The old man knelt down and kowtowed to Mu Changsheng, "Sir, I was twelve years old back then. My family was poor and I was thin. Although my parents could barely raise money for me to study, I was often bullied by people in the academy. If If you hadn't come to my rescue, I would have been beaten to death by them."

"Later, I took the resources you gave me, said goodbye to my parents, and went out to work. Three hundred years later, I achieved some success. I walked on the path of a doctor and returned to Void City. I only found out after asking around... Sigh." Liu Erlang I was emotional, burst into tears, and sighed.

The girl was confused, and it took her a long time to ask, "Grandpa, is he the benefactor you call him?"

Liu Erlang took his granddaughter's hand and scolded:

"Kneel down quickly and kowtow to your benefactor."

"Huh? Oh." The girl was startled by her grandfather's tone and quickly knelt down and kowtowed.

Mu Changsheng let go of the Beihuang Sword, raised his hand in the air, and the grandfather and grandson were lifted up by a force.

He was neither happy nor sad, and shook his head, "At that time, I was a hot-blooded young man who could not bully others. Saving you was purely accidental, and you did not need to pay such a big gift, but... you are at the Realm Lord level after all. In just two thousand years, why have you become so senile?"

Liu Erlang took a step forward and said bitterly:

"My benefactor, you also know that the journey of cultivating the Taoism is full of thorns and it is impossible to be smooth sailing. I was wandering outside, offended many people, and was hunted for millions of miles. In desperation, I burned my life and part of my soul and survived by chance. This is also As a result, my life span is now less than 10,000 years."

"My qualifications are mediocre. I have reached my limit after practicing as a Little Thousand Realm Master. I cannot break through. I will always be a pile of dirt after ten thousand years."

"Grandpa..." The girl hugged the old man's hand and said resolutely, "Don't worry, when your granddaughter marries a Supreme Being and asks him to help you improve your cultivation, you will definitely live for a million years!"

Mu Changsheng exchanged a few words with Liu Erlang, but his heart was not disturbed much.

With birds chirping outside the window and flowers fragrant, Mu Changsheng got straight to the point and pointed sideways at the man on the bed, "This is my ancestor. He was injured and suspected of being poisoned. I am helpless. Please take a look."

"No trouble, no trouble, your ancestors are my elders." Liu Erlang waved his hand quickly.

He walked to the bed, lifted up the quilt, and took a breath of air.

"What a vicious knife, it broke flesh, bones, and souls. The monk who made the move must be extremely powerful... Benefactor, I want to check the situation in other places of my senior."

Mu Changsheng understood immediately and took off Yan Fan's red clothes, revealing his blood-stained skin.

The girl Liu Mengmeng stood on tiptoes to peek, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and she couldn't bear to look directly.

After Liu Erlang inspected it, his expression changed from shock to shock, and then from shock to trembling.

"impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Mu Changsheng asked nervously.

Liu Erlang covered Yan Fan with a quilt, looked back at his granddaughter, and then closed the door tightly.

More than that, he raised a barrier, as if he was worried that the ensuing conversation would be overheard.

After doing all this, Liu Erlang solemnly spoke:

"Benefactor, if I guessed correctly, the strong man who attacked the senior is a saint!"

"Saint! Saint!" Liu Mengmeng exclaimed.

When her grandfather looked at her and frowned, the girl realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly covered her mouth.

This Liu Erlang, after only three minutes of examination, it was determined that he was a saint, and his medical skills were indeed not weak... Plant good causes and bear good fruits. The fate is really wonderful... Mu Changsheng sighed with emotion and nodded. road:

"Yes, it was a saint who seriously injured my ancestor with a knife."

After receiving a positive reply, Liu Erlang stroked his white beard and said seriously:

"Benefactor, forgive me for my incompetence... Although the senior survived in the hands of the saint, the knife wound contains the ten-day soul-destroying poison. This poison can be said to have no cure. It is a soul poison that will kill the soul in ten days." It will corrode the monk's soul and completely obliterate it. The senior should have been poisoned for two days, and there are still eight days left."

No solution!

Eight days left!

Mu Changsheng's face turned pale, he staggered back two steps and almost fell.

Fortunately, the girl had quick eyesight and quick hands, so she supported him and comforted him, "Uncle, my condolences."

Condolences? How can I grieve? He is a relative who dotes on me unconditionally! Lead me to fight for nine days and rescue Xiao Meng'er... Mu Changsheng clenched his fists, his heart felt heavy, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"benefactor!"

"Uncle!"

Liu Erlang and Liu Mengmeng panicked. Fortunately, Liu Erlang had great medical skills. He condensed the fairy spirit into a needle and pierced Mu Changsheng's heart to stabilize his blood and relieve his mood.

After a while, Mu Changsheng asked with red eyes and a hoarse voice:

"Really...is there really no other way?"

"This..." Liu Erlang hesitated, and finally couldn't bear it. He sighed and told, "It's not completely impossible. As the saying goes, everything is interdependent, and wherever there is poison, there must be an antidote within ten steps... ....As far as I know, the Ten-Day Soul-Destroying Poison grows in extremely cold places, above the void, and the accompanying antidote is called Soul-Reviving Grass. During the whole day, there is only..."

After speaking for a while, Liu Erlang took a deep breath, "Only the land of void of the Liu family, the saint clan, can grow."

Mu Changsheng's gloomy eyes regained radiance. Without saying anything or covering up, he unchained the coffin, picked up Yan Fan and put it in. Then he sealed it again, carried the coffin on his back, and strode out of the house.

He suddenly stopped at the door, turned around, took out all his belongings, 120 million fairy stones and two supreme swordsmanship books, and threw them to Liu Erlang.

"Thank you."

"Benefactor!" Liu Erlang was anxious, "You can't go to the Saint Clan, they will kill you!"

Mu Changsheng turned his back to the old man and waved his hand, "In my life, the people I feel most sorry for are Ruyan and my ancestors. If I can save my ancestors, so what if I exchange one life for another!"

Looking at the retreating figure and listening to those decisive words, Liu Erlang understood that it would be useless to talk more.

Liu Mengmeng was confused, "Grandpa, why do you want to stop uncle? Uncle has a grudge against the saint clan?"

"You don't understand." Liu Erlang shook his head, took the immortal stone bag, opened it and was stunned.

After pondering for three seconds, he said to himself, "You gave me your entire family fortune. Do you think you can't come back?"

"Grandpa, how many fairy stones did uncle give you?" Liu Mengmeng was like a curious baby.

Liu Erlang put away the fairy stones and sword skills, thought for a moment, and made arrangements:

"Mengmeng, go and ask your parents to pack their things now, and our family will leave for the day."

"Ah? Why?" Liu Mengmeng was surprised.

Liu Erlang raised his head and looked up at the light blue sky outside the window, "A man who dares to set foot on Nine Heavens after being humiliated in all kinds of ways will either fight his way out of the world or completely perish. The Saints will not let him live a second time." Chance."

"My benefactor went to ask for medicine. Once the Saints track him down, we will be in danger."

"Why?" Fifteen-year-old Liu Mengmeng was still puzzled.

"The world is dangerous. You are still young and do not understand these things, but you must remember that if you achieve something in the future, if your benefactor is still alive, you must help him unconditionally, repay your kindness, sow good causes and reap good results." Liu Erlang solemnly said He said solemnly.

Liu Mengmeng nodded obediently.

Under the sun, on the street, Mu Changsheng, who was carrying a coffin, gradually walked away and left Shanshui City.

Only eight days left!

This is a race against death!