My understanding is against the heavens, I create a family of villains with longevity.

Tiansheng Palace.

Behind the fairy gate.

"Elder, has Chen Zhixing agreed to join our Tiansheng Palace?"

Mo Qingyue trotted over excitedly, looking forward to it.

She couldn't wait to see Chen Zhixing join Tiansheng Palace and the two of them practice Taoism together.

The silver-haired old woman didn't reply when she heard the words. Instead, she let out a heavy snort from her nose and moved forward with a puff of sleeves.

"Elder? What happened?" Mo Qingyue frowned and felt a thump in her heart.

"What's the matter?"

The silver-haired old woman paused, sneered, and said in a somewhat sarcastic tone: "Then Chen Changsheng despises our three Immortal Tradition temples and is unwilling to join our Immortal Tradition."

"This is impossible!"

Mo Qingyue couldn't help frowning even more tightly, and said with some doubts: "I once talked with Chen Zhixing about the Immortal Dao Lineage. It can be seen that he is quite looking forward to it. How can he dislike our Immortal Dao Lineage Temple for being too small?"

Don't wait for Mo Qingyue to finish.

The silver-haired old woman waved her hand and said nonchalantly: "Let him go. I have offered all the conditions that our Tiansheng Palace can offer, but he is still unwilling to join. What can I do?"

There was a pause.

The silver-haired old woman hummed: "Without Chen Zhixing, our three immortal traditions will still be immortal traditions, and there will be no changes!"

"Without our three immortal traditions, I would like to see how far Chen Zhixing can go!"

The words fell.

The silver-haired old woman didn't stay any longer and quickly left this void space.

"Elder."

Mo Qingyue opened her mouth, but in the end she had to stop talking and sighed softly.

the other side.

Inside the golden carriage pulled by nine real dragons and with a black sun flag.

"Ancestor, are we, members of the Sikong family, dying like this in vain?"

Sikong Xuanji looked at Sikong Zaichao, who was sitting in the middle of the carriage with his eyes closed to rest, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"fool!"

Sikong Zaichao slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Sikong Xuanji, and said expressionlessly:

"Let me ask you, if I arrive an hour late, what will happen to you?"

Sikong Xuanji thought for a while and said solemnly: "He should be defeated by that owl tiger. Chen Daoyan, with the power of Hunyuan, is indeed not the case."

"Failed?"

A loud sneer interrupted Sikong Xuanji's words.

Sikong Zaichao said in a hoarse voice: "If I had been an hour late, you would have died seven or eight times!"

After a pause, Sikong changed the subject and said, "So, why do you think that the fight could have continued at that time? Do you think that if we had continued the fight at that time, I would have had time to protect you when I fought with that Chen Tianyuan?"

Sikong Xuanji frowned and said, "Ancestor, aren't you known as the number one person in the ultimate realm?"

"You can brag, but don't take me with you."

Sikong Zaichao glanced at Sikong Xuanji, then took a deep breath, his expression became solemn and said:

"Chen Tianyuan was the legitimate son of Chen Xuanfeng back then. Although he was shrouded in the light of Chen Xuanfeng back then, his performance was not outstanding."

"But this person is by no means as simple as we thought. I'm afraid Chen Xuanfeng has inherited a lot of magical powers and secrets."

"and"

"This time when I looked at his aura, he already had the light of a flying immortal. I'm afraid he hasn't even taken that half-step, and he's already not very far away."

As soon as this was said.

Sikong Xuanji was suddenly shocked, and then he finally came to his senses.

It turns out that in the scene just now, it was clear that my ancestor was unsure about the big picture, so he had no choice but to give in!

"Ancestor, so this time our Sikong family has killed so many people, so let's just let it go? I'm afraid this is not conducive to our control over Huaizhou." Sikong Xuanji narrowed his eyes, still feeling a little unwilling.

"never mind?"

Sikong Zaichao sneered, then shook his head and said: "Of course this debt must be settled, but not now."

"Xuanji, you need to know something."

"A gentleman hides his weapon in his body and waits for the time to move!"

Hearing this, Sikong Xuanji's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

Sikong Zaichao said calmly: "Those who plan for great things should hide them in their hearts and act on them. If they don't move, they will stop. If they move, the dragon will swim out of the abyss, stir up the sky, and never see the dusk."

Huaizhou is in a mountain forest.

It was clearly noon at this moment, but the sky was gloomy.

The strong wind roared, blowing branches in the forest and swaying wildly, dust on the ground flying, and stirring up dead leaves all over the ground.

In the sky, pieces of dark clouds were swaying.

Lines of thunder and lightning shuttled through the dark clouds, and occasionally a bolt of lightning flashed past, causing a deafening thunder explosion.

Immediately afterwards, a heavy rain poured down, splashing soil and dust on the ground that had not seen dew for a long time.

An old woman with gray hair and old age, leaning against the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, looked at the heavy rain outside the cave like a bead curtain with muddy and weathered eyes.

"Sister Zhinu, the weather is very cold. I'm afraid your body won't be able to withstand it. You'd better go in and rest."

A beautiful woman in white with a foxy face but a pitiful temperament walked out of the depths of the cave.

She held a stone bowl in her hand, which contained steaming, hot ginger soup.

"Here, this is the ginger soup I made for you to relieve the cold."

Bai Hu'er handed the ginger soup in his hand to Lu Zhinu with a smile.

Lu Zhinu took the ginger soup and didn't drink it in a hurry.

She first glanced at the expressionless men in black robes standing outside the cave in the pouring rain, and then looked at the two figures standing with hands behind their hands in the cave.

One person was wearing linen clothes and carrying a sword coffin on his back.

The other man was short in stature, and his whole body was covered by a black robe.

At last.

Lu Zhinu just looked at Bai Hu'er, and there was no blame or resentment in those eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes of life but were always gentle.

There was only a slight sense of relief and an indescribable regret.

She thought for a moment and then whispered:

"Hu'er, regardless of whether you approached Changsheng with a purpose from the beginning, or whether you have feelings for Changsheng, but since you and Changsheng are considered a couple, can you tell me?"

"Is he still alive?"

Bai Hu'er didn't hesitate and nodded: "Alive."

As these words fell.

The last big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

A soft smile appeared on Lu Zhinu's old wrinkled face.

Alive.

Since Chang Sheng is still alive, everything is enough.

"Hu'er, if you have a chance to see Changsheng, tell him for me."

"He has never owed me anything in his life."

"I have been with him through thick and thin for a hundred years. We have been sad sometimes and angry sometimes, but we have never regretted it."

"In the future, even without me, I have to walk well."

After Lu Zhinu said the last sentence, he glanced at the endless mountains and pursed his lips slightly, as if he had said something.

Then, without any hesitation, she picked up the ginger soup in one hand and drank it in one gulp.

Click!

The stone bowl fell to the ground and rolled outward.

Bai Hu'er stood silently at the door of the cave, looking at Lu Zhinu who gradually closed his eyes and lost his vitality.

The heavy rain poured down, like jade beads falling into a plate, making a splashing sound.

In the hands of the passing Lu Zhinu, even though he is dead now, he still holds tightly in his hands the gown that was mended countless times for Li Changsheng.

There will be more later.