1414: C1414 Your Father's Friend

C1414 Your Father's Friend

Ten minutes later.

At this moment, no one could be seen by the side of the mountain forest where everyone had been earlier. Suddenly, Sun Tu emerged from the ground.

No one had expected that he would remain in this place the entire time.

At this moment, Sun Tu could not help but look in the direction of the few Grandmaster's auras in the distance with a gloomy expression. He swore to himself that when he came to the Blood God Hall again, he would make these people pay the price.

At this moment, his Qi had changed slightly. In old rascal's previous words, this guy was a shameless and lazy guy. However, the scary part was that ordinary people couldn't compare to him.

Just thinking about it made him understand. Being born with a disability had caused Sun Tu to be much more difficult than normal people on the path of martial arts. But back then, he had still forced himself to this step.

However, when he had broken through to the Grandmaster realm back then, he had somewhat lost himself. Now that he had experienced many things, it was as if he had regained his former self.

A look of determination gradually appeared on Sun Tu's face, which could not bear to look at him directly. Then, he immediately headed out of the Jiangnan area without even turning his head.

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"You're almost there."

Knowing nothing about what had happened in Jiangnan, Mo Nan waved his hand impatiently.

Ever since he was called back by Yang, he had been told by this old man that he should not go out in the near future.

Reasoning, fortune-telling, that kind of thing. old rascal did not believe it. Therefore, seeing that Yang was still giving him an analysis, Mo Nan quickly interrupted him.

"Stop! Yang, I was almost knocked out by you. I called you here because I have something important to do."

"Huh?"

Yang Zifong was surprised. He remembered what Mo Nan had said when he asked him to go down the mountain. He still did not understand what Mo Nan meant.

What spiritual knowledge, what new body, and so on...

"Chang Xu!"

Mo Nan did not really understand these things. He immediately shouted for Chang Xu to come out himself and lend him his body so that he could communicate with Yang.

"En."

Chang Xu naturally wouldn't refuse. He waited and waited until the day he could regain his body. Almost as soon as old rascal's voice faded, he rushed out.

old rascal felt dizzy. When he woke up again, he had already become a spiritual sense that no one but Chang Xu could see.

On the other side.

Yang did not know what had happened. He only saw Stinky's body twitch in front of him, as if he had epilepsy. Then, he changed into a different person with a solemn expression. He cupped his hands towards Yang and said,

"I am Chang Xu. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Qingfeng."

Yang Zifong was stunned at first, then his mouth twitched.

Fellow Taoist?

You bastard, it's fine if you don't call me master now, but Yang doesn't even want to continue calling me 'friend'. Are you going to be on the same level as me?

"I'm your father's Fellow Taoist!"

Yang Zifong's expression changed. He raised the dust in his hand with a dark expression and prepared to land it on Mo Nan's head.

However, at this moment, Chang Xu made a hand gesture at Mo Nan.

Yang Zifong was stunned. He recognized that this hand seal represented the person who had achieved immortality. When he achieved immortality, he would leave his body and ascend, throwing away his original smelly skin.

This was an excuse. Yang Zifong did not believe in a Ancient Martial Warrior. However, he was puzzled that Mo Nan didn't even bother to read the scriptures that he had sent to him. How did he learn such complicated hand seals?

When he contacted Mo Nan and asked him to go down the mountain, he said those strange words.

Yang Zifong came back to his senses and said in shock,

"Soul?"

"That's right."

Chang Xu nodded with a smile.

However, just when he thought Yang Zifong had finally understood his existence.

Unexpectedly, Yang Zifong's face turned black. The dust that was floating in the air finally fell down. His chest was heaving up and down in anger. "You bastard, how dare you make fun of me? I think you're tired of living..."

In the end, Ancient Martial World did not have a soul.

Therefore, just like how Mo Nan almost collapsed back then, Yang Zifong also subconsciously chose not to believe it.

Chang Xu's head was hit, and his face turned black as well. He was also very helpless.

The main thing was that the inheritance of the lower realm was almost about to be cut off. As a result, many inheritances other than martial arts were already unknown.

Of course, it was also because his existence was too special. Even in the higher realm, if one wanted to live for a hundred years purely in a spiritual state, not many people could do it.

He was a fantastical person. In addition, the Spirit Gathering Bead did indeed have an incomprehensible ability.

It seemed like purely relying on negotiation was no longer possible. Chang Xu raised his hand to stop the furious Yang's head. He lowered his head and thought for a while. Then he came up with a way. He dipped some tea in the cups on the stone table between the two of them and instantly wrote some things on the table.

Before Mo Nan got to the main topic, he saw the ghost drawings that gave him a headache.

Speaking of which, it was also because the alchemists had learned a lot. Chang Xu's drawing inspiration for certain parts of the Life and Death Array came from Taoist charms...

One was serious, and the other was serious. It was not something that Mo Nan could draw with just a glance.

At this moment, even though Yang Zifong still didn't want to believe it, he had to accept that the person controlling Stinky's body was at least an old monster of the same age as him.

Although he understood, there was doubt in Yang Zifong's eyes.

There was no such thing.

Firstly, he was questioning why Chang Xu was hiding in Mo Nan's body.

Secondly, he might be able to help such a strange being regain his freedom and body, but once he released it, no one could predict what would happen.

Yang was very cautious. At this moment, he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and thought carefully. At the same time, he kept observing his surroundings, hoping that Mo Nan, who had gone somewhere, would give him some hints.

Puff!

Suddenly, Chang Xu, who was enjoying the tea openly, suddenly saw something and spat out a mouthful of tea.

Yang Zifong was puzzled. He looked down at the tea and said unhappily,

"I personally planted this tea in the Dao Institute. It took me a lot of effort. Although it's not some expensive tea, it's better to cultivate it carefully."

"As for the water, it's also a spring in the mountain stream. It's sweet and delicious. Why do you feel that it's not good to drink tea brewed like this?"0

No one liked their own efforts being ruined.

Yang Zifong was naturally the same.

Fortunately, Chang Xu understood that he was being rude. He might even offend the Taoist grandmaster who could help him regain his health. He hurriedly waved his hand and explained in a serious manner.

"Tea is good. You can see that Fellow Taoist is also a carefree person."

What nonsense was that? There was no leisure at all. They were all Martial King Stage warriors. Who would personally go and plant tea?

Yang Zifong immediately rolled his eyes.

The old Taoist usually had three bags and sixty-five days a year. It was rare for him to leave the mountain, so there was no need for him to say that he had nothing to do.

However, for some reason, he kept feeling that Mo Nan's expression was very secretive and very strange.

Fortunately, he did not pester this matter any further. He nodded his head as a way of ignoring Chang Xu's rude behavior and did not pursue the matter any further.

Seeing this, Chang Xu heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he raised his head slightly and looked at Yang Zifong's head. His expression changed slightly. He hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, afraid that he would not be able to hold it in for a while and spit out the tea.

After putting down the teacup, he felt very tired.

This Stinky...

At this moment, in his line of sight, Mo Nan, who had turned into a spiritual sense, was sitting on Yang Zifong's head as if he was venting his anger.

Not only that, he also learned to do whatever Yang Zifong did.

This was a childish act that had not yet grown up. Mo Nan had already done it. Chang Xu, who had seen this scene with his own eyes, looked back and forth. He didn't laugh on the spot and told Yang Zifong about it. This was already giving Yang Zifong face.

Otherwise, he would really want to see what kind of expression Yang Zifong would have when he found out about this.

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