The director is a god... stick!

The person in front of him was about 30 years old in appearance, with a slender figure and a deep temperament. He could be called Fengshen and handsome.

At first glance, a face looks a bit like Xuan Yi's.

But the more this is the case, the more frightening it becomes.

There was an uncomfortable... aura about this person.

Xuan Yi was secretly vigilant in his heart, one hand was already on the gold-plated hatchet at his waist, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The other party tilted his head slightly, and asked back: "Didn't Father mention me to you?"

Afterwards, he laughed at himself again: "It's not surprising, I'm such an unfilial son, my father definitely doesn't want to mention it in front of you, but you are his precious lump!"

"After all..." He glanced at the gold-plated ax on Xuan Yi's waist again: "Father even gave you the magic weapon that has been with me for most of his life."

Sensing the other party's gaze, Xuan Yi's hand holding the hatchet suddenly tightened: "You mean...my grandpa?"

"Yes, your grandfather, my father..." The man said softly, "My name is Xuanying, and I am your uncle."

Looking at this cheap uncle who suddenly appeared, Xuan Yi did not dare to relax at all.

For some reason, although Xuan Ying's face is full of smiles, Xuan Yi always feels uncomfortable.

Looking at Xuan Yi's eyes full of distrust, Xuan Ying curled her lips and said, "You don't believe that there is an uncle like me? It's okay, you already know it now."

While talking, he approached Xuan Yi: "I haven't seen you for so many years, you have grown up so much, you really look like your father..."

"My elder brother... your cultivation talent is really good, you have such a talent at such a young age, I don't know how many times better than your father's mediocre aptitude, even..."

He took a deep breath and sighed as if intoxicated: "It's even better than my cultivation talent..."

"enough!"

It was obviously just a few ordinary words, but Xuan Yi felt an unexplained shudder, and had to stop immediately.

He immediately jumped a step behind, away from Xuan Ying who was getting closer, and said sharply: "No matter who you are, what is your plan for coming to me now?"

Looking at the nephew who was puffing up like a little leopard, Xuanying realized that his vigilance was getting higher and higher, so she had to smile and raise her hands, and slowly backed away to show that she did not have any malicious intentions .

He said softly: "Nothing else, uncle came to see you today, just to apologize."

"Apologize?" Xuan Yi frowned, and then suddenly realized: "The people who used sorcery today... are your subordinates?"

Having said that, his brows became tighter: "The leader that those people talk about is you?"

Xuanying blinked her eyes, but still spread her hands and said, "It's me, what's wrong?"

"My poor nephew, don't you, like those pedantic and old Taoists, regard the Three Gods Sect founded by your uncle as a cult?"

"Do you know that when I was young, I started teaching, and my elder brother...that is, your father, also strongly supported me."

Hearing the other party mention his father, Xuan Yi's heart moved immediately, but he still didn't speak, his face remained motionless.

Seeing his expression, Xuanying realized immediately: "Your father didn't mention me to you?"

Xuan Yi twitched the corner of his mouth, his face was ugly: "I have never seen my father."

"So that's it, poor boy!" The other party approached him again, tentatively reaching out his hand, as if wanting to touch his head: "I never thought that they would still not let my brother go."

"Unexpectedly, even with my father, my brother's life was not saved...Did my father mention this past to you?"

Xuan Yi looked at it coldly, turned his head to avoid his approaching palm, and said coldly: "If Grandpa hasn't mentioned this past incident to me, it's because he doesn't want to mention it."

Xuanying couldn't help but sneered: "Isn't it because of those pedantic old Taoist priests, these old sesame seeds and rotten millet, do you want to hear about it?"

Xuan Yi: "I don't want to."

Xuanying sighed: "Well, you are really difficult to get close to, a child, much more ruthless than your father, such a hard heart..."

Xuan Yi interrupted him and said, "You came to me specially today, I'm afraid it's not just for apologizing."

"Of course it's more than that. You know, I've been abroad all year round, and this time I'm back in China, it's just for you."

Finally mentioned the important point, the smile on the corner of Xuanying's mouth became deeper and deeper, and she looked at Xuan Yi with a smile: "I founded the Three Gods Sect, but... I lack an heir."

"The reason why my ignorant subordinates want to harm you today is because they know that I want to pass on the position of the future leader to you. These people are not convinced, so they want to strike first."

"After all..." He sighed: "There are too many people who want this position."

Hearing what he said, Xuan Yi was unmoved: "You still look very young, and you don't look like you need an heir."

Hearing what he said, Xuanying sighed again: "I will eventually grow old...everyone will eventually grow old..."

Xuan Yi moved the corner of his mouth stiffly, and continued: "Since we are looking for an heir, why must it be me? Go and have a child yourself, can't you?"

"A good proposal, but unfortunately, I'm not interested in women." Xuanying said slowly.

Looking at Xuan Yi's shocked expression, he shrugged helplessly: "What's so surprising about this, if you don't like women, you just don't like them. I always do whatever I want, so why should I wrong myself?"

"So, why can't my heir be you? My brother's son, the blood of the family, an absolute Taoist genius...Of course I want to choose you."

In the last sentence, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But Xuan Yi's vigilance never let up: "Thank you, but I refuse."

Xuanying was slightly taken aback, but the smile on the corner of her mouth deepened: "You refuse?"

Xuan Yi looked cold and serious: "Yes, I refuse."

Xuanying laughed deeper and deeper, but the smile never reached her eyes: "You refuse... really don't think about it anymore, do you know the benefits that this future leader position can bring to you..."

"I've thought it through very clearly, and I refuse." Xuan Yi said coldly, with no room for relaxation.

So, gradually, the smile on the corner of Xuanying's mouth also slowly disappeared.

He took a deep look at Xuan Yi, and only when he stared at Xuan Yi until his whole body was hairy, he said: "My good boy, you will change your mind in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness of afterglow.

There is no trace of his remaining breath here, it is as clean as if he has never been here.

This kind of martial arts is really advanced, I'm afraid only seniors like my grandfather can do it.

Xuan Yi suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly took out his mobile phone, and contacted his grandfather Xuan Cangshan first without caring about other things.

"Hey, my dear grandson, what else is there to call grandpa at such a late hour?"

The phone was connected, and Xuancangshan's voice came, as gentle and steady as ever.

So inexplicably, Xuan Yi's high-pitched heart also involuntarily relaxed.

He asked on the phone: "Grandpa, do I have an uncle?"

As soon as this remark came out, there was a long silence on the other side of the phone.

After a while, Xuancangshan asked back: "Who did you see today?"

"A middle-aged man, in his thirties, looks a bit like me. He claims to be my uncle, and his name is Xuanying."

Facing the grandson's narration, Xuancangshan was silent for a long time, and then sighed faintly: "He...he's back?"

Xuan Yi was slightly surprised: "Could it be that this man is really my uncle? What happened between him and my father before?"

But Xuancangshan avoided answering his question, just asked: "He came to see you?"

Xuan Yi: "Yes, he left just now, and he said he needed an heir."

"Don't promise him!" This time, Xuancangshan's reaction was very quick, and his tone was even more firm: "No matter what he asks of you, never promise him, let alone trust him."

Xuan Yi was taken aback by such a violent reaction.

After all, in his impression, grandpa has always been optimistic and humorous, smiling all day long, and rarely rejects someone so thoroughly.

Just when he was in a daze, the voice on the other end of the phone continued to ring: "He's watching you. You have to protect yourself recently. If you have time, find a chance to go home and go back to grandpa."

"Grandpa, I..." Xuan Yi wanted to say something more, but at this moment, Xuan Cangshan on the other end hung up the call.

Looking at his blacked-out phone screen, Xuan Yi was a little dazed.

Judging by Grandpa's reaction, Xuanying...it seems that she is really not easy to mess with.

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While Xuan Yi was still in a daze, Xuancang Mountain was thousands of miles away. After hanging up the phone, he turned around slowly and looked back at the person behind him.

Xuanying stood behind him with her arms folded, with a half-smile on her face.

He said: "You know from just now that I have been standing here, but you still speak ill of me to the child so openly, is that okay?"