God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen didn't know that this semi-saint mansion was not bought by Lu Youcai. In fact, it was originally the property of the Holy Sword Land.

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

The clear flute sound suddenly stopped.

"Huahua!"

In the forest, there was only the sound of the stream flowing and the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo leaves.

Then, an extremely pleasant female voice came from the bamboo pavilion by the stream: "No one knows in the deep forest, the bright moon comes to shine on me."

That voice was familiar, but also a little strange.

Zhang Ruochen looked into the bamboo pavilion and saw a woman with white hair sitting with her back to him.

White hair, as white as snow.

In her hand, she held a yellowed bamboo flute, and asked again: "Zhang Ruochen, how did you know this poem?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened, and his heart was like a landslide and tsunami, and his ears were roaring, as if there were the sounds of a huge bell and thunder in his ears.

This time, Zhang Ruochen heard it clearly!

It was indeed her voice.

Eight hundred years!

Eight hundred years later, there was still a chance to see each other again. The playful and playful girl in the past was actually... already gray-haired.

"Da Da!"

Zhang Ruochen tried hard to control his emotions. His mood was extremely complicated. He walked into the bamboo pavilion with heavy steps and stood opposite Kong Lanyou.

Kong Lanyou restrained her aura to the extreme, and no one could feel the power fluctuations from her. She was like a woman from an ordinary family, sitting there elegantly, with her beautiful eyes slightly raised, staring at Zhang Ruochen.

It was just like a beautiful painting. The woman in the painting was like a goddess above the nine heavens, elegant, leisurely, peaceful, and not worldly.

Her face has not changed much from eight hundred years ago. Her skin is white, more delicate than that of a baby, her lips are bright red, and her eyelashes are long.

Her eyes are as black as jade, giving people a mysterious feeling, but also extremely bright, as if they can see through Zhang Ruochen's soul.

Although her face is not old, her long green hair has turned snow-white, symbolizing the passage of time.

Things have changed, and the beauty has turned gray.

Zhang Ruochen was very excited, but he had to stay calm, restrain his emotions, and try to look away from her, fearing that she would see the clues.

"How could it be her?"

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

How could it be such a coincidence?

Could it be that his death was planned by Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou?

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

Then, can he still trust Kong Lanyou?

Zhang Ruochen stared at the ground, clasped his hands, bowed slightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Junior Zhang Ruochen, meet the senior."

Once upon a time, Kong Lanyou always took him as a role model, always followed him, pestered him, and stuck to him, like a little tail that could not be shaken off.

But now, Zhang Ruochen did not dare to recognize her and could only regard himself as a junior.

Kong Lanyou looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, not missing any of Zhang Ruochen's subtle movements and any of his eyes.

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

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, completely restrained all his emotions, and hid them deep in his heart, and said, "Senior, are you interrogating me?"

Kong Lanyou put down the bamboo flute in his hand, and his voice was a little colder. He asked in a questioning tone, "You have never seen me before, how do you know I am a senior? What if we are of the same generation?"

Zhang Ruochen said calmly, "Although I have a low level of cultivation and cannot see through your cultivation, I have seen some of the world and know that you are definitely not an ordinary person. Besides, a person's eyes cannot hide secrets. The eyes of the senior are full of knowledge and learning, and have experienced the vicissitudes of the world. They are not something that young people can have."

Kong Lanyou stared at Zhang Ruochen's eyes without blinking, as if he also wanted to see through Zhang Ruochen through his eyes.

After a moment, she said, "When I said that poem, a normal person would definitely ask me how I knew that poem. However, you were not surprised at all, but questioned me. Why is that?"

Zhang Ruochen secretly exclaimed, amazing.

I didn't expect that the playful little girl back then has become so shrewd now. Zhang Ruochen just said one sentence, and she caught two flaws.

Zhang Ruochen was not panicked, but pretended to be puzzled and said, "Didn't I say this poem when I was in the Holy Land of the Divine Sword? Isn't the senior from the Holy Land of the Divine Sword?"

Kong Lanyou frowned, and felt like punching cotton, and all the force was dodged by Zhang Ruochen.

"Does he really think I am from the Holy Land of the Divine Sword, or is he pretending to be like this?"

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

Zhang Ruochen said, "This is a secret, please forgive me for not telling it."

"What if I must force you to tell it?"

Kong Lanyou's eyes became strong, spitting out cold light.

An invisible aura burst out from her body and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen like a tsunami.

She controlled her power very skillfully. Although the aura seemed very strong, it was within Zhang Ruochen's ability to bear.

Zhang Ruochen remained calm, "I think you shouldn't do this. Even if you force me, it won't have any effect."

"Yeah?"

Kong Lanyou smiled slightly and raised a slender arm as white as jade. Suddenly, the surrounding spiritual energy turned into streams of spiritual energy and converged towards her palm, condensing into a spherical cyclone.

A simple low-level human-level martial skill, the Whirlwind Palm, turned out to be extremely sophisticated and unpredictable under her urging, and seemed to be even more powerful than the ghost-level martial arts.

"Zhang Ruochen is a guest of our Yinkong Mercenary Group. If you attack him, don't blame me for being rude."

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, flew up, and spread his hands like a roc spreading its wings.

Flames burst out of his hands, and he spun his arms in a circle, condensing a huge fireball and hitting Kong Lanyou.

Kong Lanyou snorted coldly and waved his arm lightly.

The spherical cyclone held in the palm of his hand flew out, lifting the fireball and Nie Honglou away at the same time.

With a bang, the fireball disappeared and turned into wisps of smoke.

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

Nie Honglou touched his chest and found that he was not injured at all. He was just pushed away by the opponent's palm, that's all.

It was precisely this that made Nie Honglou even more frightened.

You must know that he is the sixth fish-dragon transformation, and the power he bursts out is so powerful. Even a strong man like Yinyue Linkong can repel him, but after he is repeled, it is impossible to be like now. So intact, not even a trace of pain.

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

Could it be that...she is a semi-saint?

Nie Honglou was horrified and did not dare to take action anymore.

If the other party was really hostile, just that slap could turn him and Zhang Ruochen into ashes.

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

"I won't force you."

Kong Lanyou retracted the aura he exuded and said: "To be honest, I am quite curious about you and have checked everything about you. Before you were sixteen years old, you were so weak and sick that you could not even activate the divine mark."

"After you were sixteen years old, you opened the mark of Shenwu. In just three or four years, you grew from a thin boy who was bedridden all year round to a famous young king in the Eastern Region. When you were sixteen years old, What have you experienced?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Isn't it true that everyone is telling me that that year, I was accepted as a disciple by the Golden Dragon and became the successor of the Buddha Emperor, so my cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and I became a dragon among men."

"I do not believe."

Kong Lanyou shook his head and said: "According to the information I got, when you got the Dragon Ball, you had already reached the perfection level of the Earth's End Realm, and you were a genius student of Wushi Academy. Moreover, you were in the Sixteenth Century When I was young, I didn’t practice Buddhist martial arts, but the low-grade Tianxin swordsmanship. I really want to know, how do you know Tianxin swordsmanship?”

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said: "Your information is really detailed. Is it worth it to spend so much energy investigating a junior like me with my senior's cultivation?"

"It's worth it! Why isn't it worth it? Let alone now, even if it takes me another eight hundred years, it will still be worth it, as long as there is a result." Kong Lanyou's eyes were blurred and covered with a layer of mist.

Zhang Ruochen felt a pain in his heart. If he hadn't worked hard to restrain himself, he would have rushed up to tell her that he was the person she was looking for, his relative from eight hundred years ago, and perhaps his only relative.

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