Chapter 815 The Return of the Gods 99
The two chatted for a while, and 001 stood up to go back. When he turned around, he found someone standing in the tunnel behind him. It was Lord Zero, dressed in white, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
Quan Jiu tactfully said, "I'll go back and see them first."
As soon as she left, silence remained in the air.
Master Ling's expression was as gentle as ever. He knew that he was upset, so he stood still and did not move forward, not putting any pressure on him.
"Do you want to go back?"
001 Looking at him like this, I felt inexplicably sad. But when I thought about it carefully, he seemed to never have any negative emotions and never get angry or lose his temper.
"Does everyone look like a child to you?"
He did not hide the conversation he had just had with Quan Jiu. He had lived for hundreds of millions of years and was comparable to an ancient fossil. In his eyes, cultivators who were thousands or hundreds of years old were probably just little brats.
Thinking of this, 001 suddenly felt relieved. An image popped up in his mind of a white-haired old man with a kind face as he watched a few-year-old child getting into trouble... It turned out that older men have good tempers.
Lord Ling was not surprised that he had guessed his identity. He waited patiently for him to come closer.
“I’m definitely older.”
001 frowned, not happy that his good brother suddenly became his elder:
"In your place, I am also a child?"
The corners of Master Ling's mouth curved gently: "You are different from them."
You are the child I raised with my own hands.
"We definitely have a generation gap."
When 001 thought that there was a moving "ancient fossil" next to him, all kinds of strange thoughts popped into his mind.
Master Zero was always tolerant: "Then talk about what you want to talk about."
001 groped his way along the mountain wall and walked back with him: "Do you think I'm boring?"
In terms of experience, no matter how many records there are in the six realms, they cannot surpass Lord Zero. Lord Zero has experienced everything he knows and doesn't know, and has seen all kinds of prosperity in the world.
He is the thickest book in the world, and he is just a few thin pages in it.
“Not boring.”
He always answered every question he asked seriously.
"Wuhen, I'm just a little older than you, and I've seen more things than you... the passage of time, the overturning of mountains and rivers, the rise and fall of dynasties, the annihilation of civilizations, the rise and fall of the seasons. If you want to see it, I can accompany you to witness it again."
If he was curious about his past experiences, he could also use some magic to take him back in time.
So he doesn't need to feel any sense of disappointment.
001's gloomy mood inexplicably improved: "How many lifetimes have you been looking for me?"
"One hundred and seven."
Without any hesitation, he gave an exact number.
He accompanied him through one hundred and seven reincarnations.
001 lowered his eyes to look at the stones on the road. The light in the mountain tunnel was dim. They tacitly agreed not to use spiritual power for illumination. The two stood side by side, their figures passing through the long tunnel.
"I can only think of the sixth life." 001 frowned.
A smile flashed in Master Ling's eyes: "No rush, think about it slowly."
001: "I don't want to be left behind by you."
It seemed that the more he remembered those shared memories, both good and bad, the more lifelong companionship Master Ling would have, and the less lonely he would feel.
The corners of Mr. Zero's mouth are curved deeper:
"good."
He hasn't felt lonely for a long time.
………
The two returned to the cave, only to find dozens of figures in the cave.
Quan Jiufengzui and his group stood on the left, facing a group of old men on the opposite side. In the middle of the two teams stood Qiu Zhongkui and others.
The stimulation Qiu Zhongkui received today was greater than what he had experienced in the past few decades. Looking at the Palace Master on his left and his ancestors who had suddenly resurrected on his right, he was in a dilemma and didn't know which side to stand on.
Quan Jiu was dressed in red, looking at the group of people walking out from behind the statue with a lazy and sarcastic expression.
"He's been hiding for so many years and still alive. He really deserves the title of immortal."
She lowered her head and fiddled with her fingertips, with the corners of her mouth curled up.
Qiu Yunshan was no less shocked than Qiu Zhongkui. Seeing the person who should have died ten thousand years ago suddenly appear in front of him, he was shocked, but at the same time, he couldn't suppress the fear that was surging in his heart.
“You, you’re not…”
He met He Qingsui's cold eyes and didn't dare to finish the rest of his words.
"Uncle Qiu."
He Qingsui called out this name with complexity.
Before he was taken back to Lingshan by Quan Jiu, he had practiced in the sect for a period of time. According to seniority, the person in front of him was his elder uncle who had been "dead" for thousands of years.
Later, he followed Quan Jiu back to Lingshan to practice cultivation and no longer paid attention to his former sect. He only knew that after a few hundred years, this elder passed away.
The sect disciples present recognized their deceased ancestor one after another, and their faces were filled with shock and confusion. The scene was in uproar, and different names of recognition were heard.
Qiu Tang looked at his great-great-great-grandfather with his jaw almost dislocated. He was sure that he had seen his portrait and tablet in the Qiu family ancestral hall.
"Great-great-great-grandfather!?!"
The old man, dressed in gray, glanced indifferently and looked away, with no intention of recognizing his relatives.
"Isn't this your master's master?" Lan Xiu glanced at Ji Mingye.
Ji Mingye frowned. He was still young. He had not been born when this senior passed away. He only heard from his master that he had a powerful and respected master who went down the mountain to eliminate demons. In order to protect the safety of the people in the city, he fought alone against the twelve demon generals of the demon clan, and finally shed the last drop of blood in his body and died heroically.
He was not the only one who knew this story. Even the new disciples who had just joined the sect knew the legendary story of this ancestor.
But now, this ancestor who is famous in history has suddenly "come back to life".
Quan Jiu looked at the familiar faces, half smiling, but his eyes were cold:
"If I remember correctly, there seem to be a few faces missing. Could it be that it didn't provide you with enough nutrients, and these short-lived ghosts died?"
Qiu Yunshan still looked the same as when he died. Thousands of years had passed, and he showed no signs of aging. Facing the questions of his younger generations, he remained indifferent:
"I was able to kill you then, and I can kill you again now."
A fierce and violent look flashed in Quan Jiu's eyes:
"How shameless! You are just a lackey of the demon clan. If you were not a nightmare, do you really think you could hurt a single hair of mine?"
As soon as she said this, Feng Zui, Tang Lu and the others all changed their expressions.
The people who killed her were actually these highly respected immortal sect elders?!
Lan Xiu moved his thin lips several times before he found his voice: “Sister Shen, is there…some misunderstanding here?”
You can't blame him for being pedantic; it's simply that the brainwashing power of generations past was too strong. Many of the faces before him were the righteous old seniors he had read about in the immortal sect textbooks, who had lived a magnificent life of eliminating demons and defending the way of righteousness.
"Misunderstand?"
Quan Jiu sneered.
"Why, didn't your father tell you that these cowardly losers had already defected to the demon clan?"
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