Reborn Wang Yuyan

In the wooden house.

"Yu Yan, I feel that my end is coming, maybe today."

Wang Yuyan couldn't help but be surprised: It is said that people will feel something secretly when they are about to complete the journey of life. Could it be that Wu Yazi is like this now?

"It's good that you captured that traitor Ding Chunqiu. At least the great hatred is gone. However, I have to leave with regrets after all." Wu Yazi said, "I'm sorry for Qiu Shui and Xingyun."

Although Wang Yuyan believed that this was indeed the case, what could she say at this time.

"This is a painting, you hold it."

"This is?"

"If you have the chance, show them the painting and they will understand."

Wu Yazi did not explain specifically who "them" were, but Wang Yuyan knew that they were Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun.

The two of them had been fighting for Wu Yazi all their lives, and Wu Yazi wanted her to resolve the hatred between them. It was a pity that the result of their fight was like this. Wang Yuyan didn't know whether she should feel sorry for them or for them.

not worth.

Wu Yazi said and motioned to Wang Yuyan to go over and get the painting.

However, when Wang Yuyan stretched out her hand, Wu Yazi suddenly dropped the painting and struck with both palms.

"This is?"

When Wang Yuyan was startled, her instinct was to greet her with both palms. But midway through the wave, she suddenly realized that Wu Yazi could not possibly harm her. Moreover, even if Wu Yazi wanted to harm her, with his current disabled body, he would not be able to do anything against her.

Can't do it either.

The moment Wang Yuyan hesitated, Wu Yazi's palms had already struck.

With the four palms connected, Wang Yuyan did not want to compete with Wu Yazi's palm strength, but Wu Yazi seemed to be about to die, and the powerful internal energy surged forward like a river.

"Concentrate your mind and guide us back to the fields!"

Wang Yuyan was at a loss when she suddenly heard Wu Yazi talking about the key points of "Beiming Divine Skill", and she suddenly understood: he wanted to pass the skill on to herself, but because she had always insisted on not agreeing,

That’s why he adopted this tactic of sudden attack.”

Thinking of this, Wang Yuyan knew in her heart that even if she wanted to refuse now, it was already too late.

Wu Yazi's internal energy was already flowing into her body continuously. If she insisted on resisting, the result would only be harm to both parties. At this point, she could only accept it.

She quickly concentrated her mind, imagining herself as the sea. And the internal energy instilled by Wu Yazi was like all the rivers returning to the sea.

Both of them practice Beiming Zhenqi. They are of the same kind and come from the same source. There is no obstacle at all when they merge together.

For a moment, Wang Yuyan felt that her whole body was floating lightly, as if she were flying through the nine heavens on clouds and mist, and she felt extremely comfortable.

This hearty feeling did not last very long, that is, within a quarter of an hour, she opened her eyes.

Wu Yazi was sitting there fixedly at this time, sweat dripping all over his body and face, and it kept dripping on his body, and there was still sweat seeping out from everywhere on his cheeks, head and neck, and the roots of his hair. It was originally white.

His handsome face was covered with criss-crossing deep wrinkles, all his thick hair had fallen out, and his long, shiny black beard had turned into white beards.

"Grandpa!" Wang Yuyan saw his gray-haired and old appearance. Although she was prepared in her heart, her eyes still couldn't help but get wet.

Hearing Wang Yuyan's uncontrollable cry, Wu Yazi squinted his eyes, smiled feebly, and said: "Finally, we're done. I originally planned to find a good-tempered and smart disciple to pass on the skills of more than seventy years.

His, but I have been looking for it for decades and have not found it. You are my granddaughter, you can crack the 'Zhenlong Chess Game', you are smart enough, if not to you, who else can I pass it on to?"

"I..." Wang Yuyan's eyes were red and she hesitated to speak.

Her own skill is about fifty years old, which is slightly worse than the Four Heavenly Dragons. However, after acquiring Wu Yazi's more than seventy years of pure skill without any loss, she can be said to be the best in the world. It's just that she

There is no joy at all now, I just feel infinite sadness filling my heart.

"Everyone is bound to die. I have lived for almost a hundred years, and I have finally passed away. Moreover, it is a great comfort to be able to see your descendant before I die, so don't be too sad." Wu Ya.

Zi smiled and nodded.

After death, everything disappears, and now he is very open-minded about everything.

"Yes!" Wang Yuyan could only nod her head and replied.

There was some joy on Wu Yazi's face. He took off a gem ring from his left finger and said, "This is the Xiaoyao sect's leader's token, the Xiaoyao Immortal Ring. Now I'll teach it to you. In fact, I'm barely surviving for this long."

After so many years, I have never fulfilled any responsibility for the Xiaoyao Sect. The Xiaoyao Sect has long ceased to exist in name only. If you like it, just inherit the position of leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. If you don’t like it, just treat it as a relic. Xiaoyao Sect

Pie, let it run free."

"Yeah." Wang Yuyan nodded and replied.

"Okay, Yuyan, go out and call Xinghe in." Wu Yazi said, his energy was already a little low.

Upon seeing this, Wang Yuyan hurriedly stepped forward and lost some energy to him, then walked out of the wooden house and told Su Xinghe Wu Yazi's instructions. In fact, Su Xinghe already understood five or six points as soon as he saw the ring in Wang Yuyan's hand.

After hearing Wang Yuyan's words, it was very clear. His face was filled with sadness and joy, and he hurriedly rushed into the wooden house.

After a while, Su Xinghe's sad cry came from the wooden house.

Eight friends of Hangu, Qin Dian Kang Guangling, chess demon Fan Bailing, bookworm Gou Du, painting madman Wu Lingjun, miracle doctor Xue Muhua, craftsman Feng Asan, nymphomaniac Shi Qinglu and theater fan Li Puppet were all shocked when they heard Master's cry.

, but they did not get Master's permission and did not dare to enter the wooden house. They just knelt outside the wooden house, crying and kowtowing.

Those members of the Yuanxingxiu sect who have changed their portals, look at me and I look at you, they are also kneeling on the ground, but they all have a look of bewilderment on their faces.

As for Ding Chunqiu, he was already breathing more out and less breathing in, and his life was on the line.

"Sister Yuyan, who is the Patriarch?" Azi asked in a low voice when she saw that Wang Yuyan also had a sad look on her face.

Wang Yuyan didn't answer, just nodded.

"What about me?"

"Go and kowtow a few times."

"oh."

Azi's expression was dull and a little confused after hearing this. She walked silently outside the wooden house, kowtowed three times, and then came back with her forehead red.

To say that Azi has any feelings for Wuyazi is sheer lies. A few kowtows are enough as a courtesy.

"Sister Yuyan, what should we do next?"

"We will make plans after your ancestor's funeral is over."