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"Senior, what's the name of that apprentice?" Chen Muyu asked a little nervously.

The old man looked away and took a deep breath, "He took my last name, Chen, and named himself Chen Qingzhi!"

"Ahem..."

Chen Muyu almost choked on his own saliva.

Isn't Chen Qingzhi his ancestor?

"Senior, are you kidding?"

How could Chen Muyu believe it just by saying, "Chen Qingzhi is my ancestor, a figure from seven hundred years ago. If the senior can accept him as his disciple, he is probably far older than seven hundred years old, and his strength is probably far higher than that of my ancestors. I don’t know what state senior is in, why are you here?”

If you can be the master of your ancestor, you must have become an immortal. This old man looks like an immortal?

Even if he didn't show his true face, how could an immortal come to such a remote place?

The old man chuckled and put his hand between Chen Muyu's eyebrows.

Chen Muyu instinctively wanted to hide, but he couldn't do it.

A piece of information instantly rushed into Chen Muyu's mind, and pictures passed before his eyes.

In just a moment, Chen Muyu felt as if he had watched a long movie. In the movie, in troubled times, a ragged little boy was adopted by an old man, practiced martial arts, grew up, and went down the mountain to assist the son of destiny. , Conquering the South and the North...

…

Maybe it was just a moment, maybe it took a long time before Chen Muyu woke up from the huge message and looked at the old man in front of him, his eyes changed.

"That person is my ancestor?"

Although he was already sure in his heart, Chen Muyu still asked.

The old man smiled slightly, "How's it going? Do you believe what I say now?"

The protagonist in that piece of memory information is Chen Qingzhi, the ancestor of the Chen family. Almost all his life experiences have been recorded. Because the amount of information was too large, Chen Muyu could not digest it for a while.

But one thing is certain, the old man in front of him is indeed the one who adopted Chen Qingzhi, and Chen Muyu can feel that his ancestor Chen Qingzhi is in great awe of the old man in front of him.

Showing such a hand and directly passing on the memory, this old man's strength can only be said to be magical, which is terrifying.

"Senior...you..."

Shocked, Chen Muyu didn't know what to say for a moment.

The old man sighed, "As an apprentice, I have limited qualifications. At that time, it happened to be the Blue Star War. I originally wanted him to assist the emperor of the world and take advantage of the fate of the human race to ascend. It was a natural thing. Unexpectedly, this child was so naive that he was People calculated it, and instead of borrowing luck, they incurred a lot of karma. Later, they suffered a blow, abandoned their cultivation, and died in depression..."

The old man spoke eloquently and talked a lot.

Regarding his ancestors, Chen Muyu also listened carefully, and his emotions fluctuated accordingly.

Chen Muyu felt that he had to digest it carefully. There was too much information shoved at him at once.

It took a long time.

"Senior, you said that my ancestor was plotted by someone. Who was it?" Chen Muyu asked.

The old man waved his hand, "This matter has been in the past for a long time, there is no need to pursue it anymore!"

Chen Muyu said sarcastically, "To be honest, the karma inherited from my ancestors seems to be weighing on me now!"

wry smile!

I went to Liujiatun not long ago. Chen Muyu basically took over the massive karma generated by the ancestors of the Liu family who cut off the spiritual veins of heaven and earth.

This matter was so confusing that Chen Muyu was quite speechless.

The old man heard this, but he didn't care. "If you press it, press it. Everything in this world has cause and effect. The people of the past will have the consequences of their descendants. Who made you his descendant?"

Do I have a choice?

Chen Muyu complained in his heart.

"So, are you really the master of my ancestor Chen Qingzhi?" After a long while, Chen Muyu asked again.

"How else would I know so much about you?"

The old man was too lazy to answer him, "I came to you today because I wanted to meet you. It is rare for Qingzhi's descendants to be passed down to your generation. Compared with Qingzhi, you little guy is more qualified and thoughtful. There needs to be more, and it can barely be considered a workable material..."

"Senior, you don't want to say that you want to accept me as your disciple, do you?" Chen Muyu interrupted him.

He had heard a lot of similar foreshadowing.

The old man smiled, "What you think is quite beautiful. I have only had three disciples in my life. Except for your incompetent ancestor, the other two are all top-notch figures in the immortal world..."

Chen Muyu looked up at the sky, as if there were a herd of cows flying in the sky.

Why do these words sound so good? This old man's ability to brag is truly admirable. His appearance makes him look more and more like a charlatan.

"Senior, do you want to say that I got lucky?" Chen Muyu asked.

The old man touched his beard and pointed to the sky, "Look there!"

Chen Muyu looked up and saw that there were no clouds in the sky.

Snapped!

The old man snapped his fingers.

It got dark instantly!

That's right, it got dark instantly, just like when someone touched the light switch at night, it suddenly went dark, so dark that you couldn't even see your fingers.

Chen Muyu was shocked.

It’s not that I’m blind, it’s that I’m really dark!

Jumping from day to night in an instant.

"Snapped!"

The old man snapped his fingers again, and the dark sky suddenly lit up again!

"What kind of magic is this?"

Chen Muyu stuttered for a long time before uttering a sentence.

"Magic? Are you kidding me?"

The old man was happy, "This is called covering the sky with one hand, it's just a small magical power!"

While speaking, the old man snapped his fingers again.

There was a bang, heavy rain poured down, and wind and thunder broke out.

Snapped!

Another snap of the fingers, the clouds cleared and the rain fell, the sun was warm, the birds were chirping and the flowers were fragrant. The bamboos in the courtyard actually sprouted new buds, it was actually full of spring!

"Snapped!"

The sun is scorching in the sky and the heat is unbearable!

"Snapped!"

The autumn wind rustles, and the courtyard is filled with fallen leaves!

"Snapped!"

It's snowing heavily and the wind is biting!

"Snapped!"

The world instantly returned to its original state!

Hallucination, this must be an hallucination!

Chen Muyu was completely shocked and speechless. In a blink of an eye, he acted out the four seasons of spring and autumn. What kind of terrifying magical power this was.

There was a pop.

Chen Muyu knelt directly in front of the old man, "Master!"

A loud shout made the old man embarrassed.

"What did you call me?" The old man raised his eyebrows.

"Master, please bow to my disciple Chen Muyu!"

This guy is definitely a great god. How could a person with such no moral integrity like Chen Muyu let go of such an opportunity?

The old man stretched out his hand to stop him, "I didn't say I wanted to accept you as my disciple!"

How could Chen Muyu be willing to do this? "Master, didn't you say that I am a talent that can be made? Besides, I have to kneel down for you!"

"I didn't ask you to kneel down!"

The old man waved his hand, "Your ancestors are already my disciples. If I accept you as my disciple again, wouldn't it mess up the hierarchy?"

"Master!"

Chen Muyu laughed dryly, "Ancestors return to ancestors. After so many years, in terms of seniority, I don't know what to call you. Your ancestors have passed away long ago. I have the obligation to renew this master-disciple relationship for you on behalf of my ancestors... "