Chang Xi looked back and saw a sloppy old man sitting on the ground near him, his little finger stuck in his ear and stirring him constantly, he took it to his mouth and blew it, looking at Chang Xi's eyes and grinning.

"Thank you for helping me for helping me." Chang Xi held his disciples' courtesy to the end.

The sloppy old man was full of fun and touched his stubble chin and said, "Hey, boy, are you not afraid at all?"

The old man in front of him looked like that, but if he used spiritual power to sense it, it would be empty. Chang Xi stood up and smiled bitterly: "If you want to hurt me and kill me, it's all in one thought. Even if you are afraid in your heart and don't show up, you can still appear tougher."

The sloppy old man was stunned when he heard this and laughed: "It's interesting and interesting. You guy is really interesting. You haven't answered the question I asked you just now. Are you looking for a fight?"

Chang Xi answered truthfully.

"Tianxiufeng? I haven't heard of a peak in Qingyun Mountain decades ago?" The sloppy old man said with a straight face: "Are you little devil fooling me?"

Chang Xi was amused and laughed. Tianxiufeng had just started this year. Not to mention whether the name Tianxiufeng was found decades ago, it may not even be able to enter the realm of Transformation of Gods at that time. How can outsiders know about it?

The sloppy old man glanced at the disciple's nameplate hanging on his waist by Chang Xi. The specifications of various nameplates in the Immortal Dao Alliance are of particular importance and cannot be counterfeited. They are a real nameplate of the disciples of Qingyun Mountain inner sect. One of the breaths is also consistent with this kid, and there is no doubt.

The sloppy old man shook his head slowly, and memories emerged in his eyes, and sighed, "Is that old man OK?"

"Moran? Senior, are you talking about Mr. Mo from Zangdao Peak?" Chang Xi's mouth appeared in a warm arc, and the hunched figure in his memory, who was a little disrespectful but caring for him, appeared in front of him.

The sloppy old man slapped his thigh and cursed, "That's right, that's that old man, tell me what's going on with that old man Mo?"

The sloppy old man saved himself his life, and his tone should be that he had a good relationship with Mr. Mo. Besides, Mr. Mo really has no secrets worth hiding. Chang Xi simply talked about the things that he met with Mr. Mo before becoming a friend of his age.

Since he can call himself "old man", the sloppy old man is naturally similar to that of Mr. Mo. Maybe he hasn't talked to others for a long time, and the old man's laughter and scolding all his emotions on his face. Although he is old, he can see the temperament of a child in his heart at a glance.

The sloppy old man slowly stood up. Chang Xi reached out to help him, but his hand passed through the old man's figure and was suddenly shocked. The old man shook his head and waved his old sleeves. The stars surrounding the sky fell down with the flow. The starlight condensed into a training look and spread out into a painting in front of the old man.

It was a magnificent picture of the thriving Mangshan Mausoleum decades ago.

"About forty years ago, the demons invaded Jiuzhou. Mangshanling took advantage of the supreme formation technique and established long-distance teleportation formations in various realms of Jiuzhou, so that the army of sects in each state can siege and support each other, and wiped out most of the arrogance of the demons invading Jiuzhou. After this battle, Mangshanling completely established the position of the leader of the first-grade sect of the Immortal Dao Alliance, and only ranked below the top five sects."

The memories of the past are the most bitter. The sloppy old man looked at the lush and lush mountain mausoleum on the scroll. He wanted to touch the scroll's fingertips but suddenly retracted, and his back to Chang Xi's figure became a little desolate again.

Chang Xi looked at the scroll spreading across the sky without saying a word. He knew that all the sloppy old man needed was a loyal listener at this time.

The old man spat out thick phlegm and sneered: "At that time, the five sects in the Immortal Dao Alliance were so arrogant that they could be as worried as long as they had their five major sects in the entire Jiuzhou Immortal Cultivation World. Especially for the Wanxian Sect, if my family was not as wealthy as others, I really wanted to twist off the heads of the idiots in the Wanxian Sect."

Speaking of Mr. Mo, the old man had a clear smile on his face, "But after contacting Qingyun Mountain, he found that this sect was interesting. He was not arrogant and did not look at people through the cracks of the door, which made people feel comfortable. Especially the old man Moran was in a similar mood with me, and we could not talk a few words and we would like to pay our respects."

The old man pulled the holes of the old robe as big as a bowl in Shanghai and looked at Chang Xi, laughing and said, "When talking about the gathering of friends from others, they all sat cross-legged under the green pine, and held the tea and fell into the line, telling the world about everything. Only the old man wanted to lead me up the mountain to catch pheasants and roast chicken wings. He also asked me to wear some complicated clothes all day long, so that your waist would be comfortable?"

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Then this old man took advantage of his cultivation a little higher than mine, took off his brocade robe and replaced me with such a torn robe. But let alone, taking off the complicated brocade robe is really comfortable. He can throw his arms around and eat and drink and no longer have to worry about his sleeves."

The old man smacked his lips and said, "The taste of roasted chicken wings is really delicious and tight when I think about it now. Just a sip of wine, a bite of meat, and talk about the whole story. Most of them were arguing about which female cultivator had the most upright buttocks, and also gestured at which fairy's chest was heavy. Old Man Mo said he was anxious and forced to draw the big round with the chicken bone. I laughed at that time. If the fairy's breasts were as round as the full moon, he would be looked at by you, the old man, wouldn't he be so worried?"

The sloppy old man talked and danced and was confused. His old face, full of traces of time, was either happy or angry, and he didn't know that he was wet with his eyes.

When recalling the past, it is all true.

After a long time, the sloppy old man said in a heavy tone: "Maybe the word "Mingshan Mausoleum" is destined to be a disaster. The demon clan spared no effort to damage his vitality and forced a million elite soldiers to open the cracks in the void to drag the Mingshan Mausoleum into it. Then there will be no more Mingshan Mausoleum. The demon clan spared no effort to pull my Mingshan Mausoleum forever. It must be a big goal. When the demon clan invades next time, it will be the day when the disaster in Jiuzhou is coming."

Chang Xi was frightened when he heard this. When he heard the anecdotes about the Mangshan Mausoleum, he subconsciously thought that the destruction of the Mangshan Mausoleum was just because of the revenge of the demons. However, the old man's words alerted him that the seemingly reckless behavior of the Mangshan Mausoleum back then might have been to pave the way for the next attack.

Recalling the pride in the old man's words, Chang Xi felt a guess in his heart, and asked with a trembling voice: "Dare you ask about the name of the old senior?"

The old man had an unconcealed pride on his face, "Zhangshan Mausoleum, Xiao Yishan."

Chang Xi suddenly felt respectful. The old man with true nature in front of him was a true hero who had saved the Jiuzhou Building for decades and was about to fall. He saved many people from Jiuzhou from suffering. There were not many people in the world who could be more worthy of his admiration than the old man in front of him.

Xiao Yishan nodded secretly. The young man from Qingyun Mountain really had the meaning of Mo Ran. Just now, a trace of his divine thought was attached to the black and golden armored guards in the Ximen position in the Bagua Formation of the Hall. Chang Xi's moves were very familiar with the destruction attack between the opening and closing of Chang Xi's moves. It was the move that Mo Ran liked to use the most when he snatched the chicken wings in his hand.

Seeing the Dragon Blood Dragon Bone Sword Spirit Root and Yue Hong Tianhuang, Xiao Yishan couldn't help but whisper: "Your kid's blessing is really deep. You just go along step by step. As long as you don't die, you can make great achievements in the future. But since you meet me and are the young man brought out by me, I won't give you any benefits. If you meet him in the underground underworld in the future, wouldn't you say I'm stingy?"

Xiao Yishan was so proud that he was very proud, "I would like to mention what you want?"
Chapter completed!