Zhang Ruochen didn't know that this semi-holy mansion was not Lu Youcai's purchase of money. In fact, it was originally the industry of the Excalibur.

Entering the bamboo forest, Zhang Ruochen walked through a quiet slate path and followed the direction of the sound of flute.

The quiet sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

"Wow!"

In the forest, only the sound of water flowing from the stream and the sound of bamboo leaves blowing by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of an extremely pleasant woman came out of the bamboo pavilion beside the stream: "The people in the deep forest don't know, and the moon will look at each other."

That voice was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Zhang Ruochen's gaze looked into the bamboo pavilion, and saw a woman with white hair sitting with his back to him.

White hair, as white as snow.

Holding a yellowed bamboo flute in her hand, she said, "Zhang Ruochen, how did you know this poem?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened, as if a landslide and tsunami occurred in his heart, and his ears roared, as if there were sounds of a giant bell and a thunder, sounding in his ears.

This time, Zhang Ruochen heard clearly!

It was indeed her voice.

800 years!

Eight hundred years later, there was still a chance to say goodbye. The once playful and playful girl had ... have gray hair.

"Da da!"

Zhang Ruochen worked hard to restrain his emotions, his mood was extremely complicated, he stepped into the bamboo pavilion step by step, and stood opposite to Kong Lanyou.

Kong Lanyou converged the breath on her body to the extreme, and no one could feel the power fluctuation from her body. She is like an ordinary woman, sitting gracefully there, her eyes slightly raised, staring at Zhang Ruochen.

It is almost like a beautiful picture scroll. The woman in the picture scroll is like a goddess above nine days. It is elegant, leisurely, quiet, and does not eat human fireworks.

Her face has not changed much from 800 years ago, her skin is fairer, her skin is more delicate than her baby's, her red lips are bright, and her eyelashes are long.

The eyes were black and jade, giving people a sense of mystery, but extremely bright, as if they could see through Zhang Ruochen's soul.

Although his face is not old, the blue hair on his head has become white, symbolizing the loss of time.

Things are wrong, red and white hair.

Zhang Ruochen's mood was very excited, but she had to keep calm, restrain her emotions, and tried to move her eyes away from her, afraid to be seen by her.

"How could it be her?"

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to recognize Kong Lanyou. He remembered that he saw Kong Lanyou eight hundred years ago, just before he was killed by Chi Yao.

How could it be so coincidental?

Was his death planned by Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou?

He had always trusted Kong Lanyou, just as he trusted Chi Yao, but ... he died under Chi Yao's sword.

So, can he trust Kong Lanyou?

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the ground, his hands clenched his fists, and he bowed slightly, his voice trembling a little, and said, "The younger Zhang Ruochen, I've seen the older ones."

Once upon a time, Kong Lanyou always took him as an example of learning, and always followed him, lingering on him, tired of him, like a little tail that could not be thrown off.

But now, Zhang Ruochen didn't dare to recognize her, so she could only consider herself a junior.

Kong Lanyou carefully looked at Zhang Ruochen, and did not let go of any of Zhang Ruochen's subtle movements and eyes.

After a while, she said, "Zhang Ruochen, you haven't answered my question yet. How did you know that poem?"

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, completely converging all emotions, hiding deep in his heart, saying, "Is the senior interrogating the younger?"

Kong Lanyou put down the bamboo flute in his hand, his voice was a bit cold, in an interrogative tone, saying: "You have never seen me before, why do you know that I am a senior? In case, I and you are among the peers. ? "

Zhang Ruochen said calmly: "Although the younger generation has a low profile and can't see the seniors 'behavior, they have seen some markets and know that the seniors are extraordinary. Besides, one's eyes cannot hide secrets. The seniors' eyes, It's full of knowledge and knowledge, and it's not the young people who can live through the vicissitudes of the world. "

Kong Lanyou's eyes did not blink, and he stared at Zhang Ruochen's eyes tightly, and seemed to want to see Zhang Ruochen through his eyes.

After a while, she said, "When I say that poem, normal people will definitely ask me how I knew that poem. But you didn't wonder at all, instead you questioned me. Why is this? "

Zhang Ruochen screamed secretly.

Unexpectedly, the playful little girl who had become so smart now. Zhang Ruochen just spoke a word and was caught by her two flaws.

Zhang Ruochen didn't panic, but pretended to be puzzled, and said, "Did I already say this poem when I was at the Excalibur? Isn't the predecessor the Excalibur?"

Kong Lanyou's brow frowned, there was a feeling of boxing on the cotton, all strength was hidden by Zhang Ruochen.

"Does he really think that I am a holy sword holy man, or does he pretend like this?"

Kong Lanyou was a little confused, and sat back again, asking for a third time: "How did you know that poem?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "This is a secret, please forgive my juniors not to say it."

"What if I had to force you to say it?"

Kong Lanyou's eyes became strong and he spit out his coldness.

An invisible momentum erupted from her, like a tsunami, and surged towards Zhang Ruochen.

She controlled the power very cleverly. The momentum, though it seemed strong, was within Zhang Ruochen's tolerance.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised, "I don't think you should do this. Even if you force me, it will have no effect."

"is it?"

Kong Lanyou smiled slightly and raised a slender white arm like a jade. Suddenly, the surrounding heaven and earth reiki turned into a stream of reiki streams that gathered in the palm of her palm, condensing into a spherical cyclone.

With a simple one-stroke martial arts skill, Whirlwind Palm, under her urging, she became extremely subtle and unpredictable, seemingly more powerful than the ghost-level martial arts.

"Zhang Ruochen is a guest of our Silver Air Mercenary Regiment. If you do something to him, you are not to blame me."

Nie Honglou is responsible for protecting Zhang Ruochen's safety, and of course he will not stand idly by. He immediately took a step forward and rushed forward, spreading his hands as if Dapeng spread his wings.

Flames came out of his hands, and his two arms made a circle, condensing a huge ball of fire, and hit Kong Lanyou.

Kong Lanyou grunted coldly, and waved his arm slightly.

The spherical cyclone held in the palm of his hand flew out and set off the ball of fire and Nie Honglou at the same time.

With a bang, the fireball extinguished and became a plume of smoke.

Nie Honglou fell to ten feet away, and his body, like a bamboo leaf, fell to the ground lightly.

Nie Honglou touched his chest and found that he was not injured, but was pushed away by the opponent's palm, and nothing more.

It is precisely this that makes Nie Honglou even more shocked.

You know, he is the sixth change of the ichthyosaur. How powerful is the outbreak. Even a strong man like Yinyue Rinkong can fight him back. However, after the fight back, it is impossible to be like now. It was intact, without any pain.

It can be seen that the cultivation of this white-haired woman is still above the silver moon, and the control of strength has reached an exquisite level.

Couldn't she be a semi-sacred?

Nie Honglou's heart was terrified and he dared not continue his shot.

If the other party is really hostile, just with the palm of his hand, he and Zhang Ruochen can be beaten into fly ash.

Zhang Ruochen was still calm, glanced at Kong Lanyou, and said, "Even if you force me, it won't do anything. Everyone should have some secrets, right?"

"I don't force you."

Kong Lanyou regained his emanating momentum and said, "Honestly, I'm quite curious about you, and I've checked everything about you. Before you were sixteen, you were frail and sick, and you couldn't even open the mark of gods.

"After the age of sixteen, you opened the mark of Shenwu. In just three or four years, you grew from a thin young man who was lying in a sickbed to a young king of the East. In the year you were sixteen, What did you experience? "

Zhang Ruochen smiled. "

"I do not believe."

Kong Lanyou shook his head and said, "According to the information I got, when you got the Dragon Ball, you were already a very successful practitioner of the extreme environment, but a gifted student of Wushi Academy. When I was three years old, it was n’t the martial arts skills of the Buddhist monks, but the heavenly swordsmanship of the lower grades. I was curious to know, how did you get the swordsmanship?

Zhang Ruochen laughed: "Your intelligence is really detailed. The practice of the previous generation, but it took so much effort to investigate me as a junior, is it worth it?"

"It's worth it! Why not? Not to mention now, even if it takes me another 800 years, it's still worth it, as long as there is a result." Kong Lanyou's eyes were blurred, covered with a mist of water.

There was a pain in Zhang Ruochen's heart. If it was not restrained by hard work, I'm afraid I would rush to tell her that he was the one she was looking for, a relative who was 800 years ago, and perhaps the only relative.

(One more chapter)