"Young Master, I'll let you go there." The voice of the servant came from outside.

"Has the old man's cultivation recovered?" Zhan Wuque immediately walked out.

Zhan’s house, main hall.

The old man from the Zhan family, the big golden sword, sat on the top, with most of his white hair turning into black hair, as if he had been dozens of years younger overnight, and his breath was as deep as the sea, unfathomable.

Zhan Wuque's eyes lit up as soon as he entered the door, and he said happily: "Grandpa's injury is recovering?"

When the old man of the Zhan family saw Zhan Wuque, he smiled on his face. He felt that the grandson in front of him became more and more satisfied as he looked at him. He immediately said, "It's just that he has returned to the eighth level of the Great Martial Arts. Thanks to your spiritual cultivation pill, but I have already stepped on the way of King of Martial Arts with one foot."

"The Way of King Wu"? Zhan Wuque was surprised, which means that as long as the old man spends some more time, it will be a foregone conclusion to break through King Wu.

"Wuque, you can sit for a while first, and guests will come to visit later," the old man from the Zhan family said with a smile.

Zhan Wuque nodded and sat down casually when he heard this.

After a cup of tea, a middle-aged man with a majestic face walked in. Judging from his breath, he looked like a master at the level of a great martial artist.

"Old Master Zhan, boy Lu Yuan is polite." The middle-aged man first looked at Zhan Wuque in surprise, and then respectfully saluted the old man Zhan.

"Boy Lu, it's been ten years since I left for the last time," Mr. Zhan sighed, as if he was remembering him.

"Yes, my father used to talk about you," Lu Yuan nodded and said yes.

"Your father is injured better," asked the old man of the Zhan family.

Lu Yuan smiled bitterly when he heard this: "It's still good. It has begun to deteriorate in recent years and is now unconscious."

When the old man of the Zhan family heard this, a trace of pain and remembrance flashed through his eyes, and nodded and said, "I asked you to come here this time mainly for your father's illness."

"Has the old man found the Tianshan Soul Flower?" Lu Yuan said excitedly.

Tianshan Soul Flower? Zhan Wuque's heart moved. This is a fourth-level spiritual medicine that can cure the injuries of the soul and is quite precious.

The old man of the Zhan family shook his head slowly and pointed at Zhan Wuque and said, "I don't have the soul flower of Tianshan, but I can let him give it a try."

"He"? Lu Yuan frowned and said, "Who is this little brother? He is only fourteen or fifteen years old. Could it be a young miracle doctor?"

"He is my grandson Zhan Wuque, and he cured my injuries." The old man of the Zhan family slowly stood up, and his powerful aura suddenly dissipated. Even Lu Yuan couldn't help but take three steps back in a row.

What surprised Lu Yuan the most was not that Mr. Zhan recovered from his injuries, but that Zhan Wuque sat in the same place without changing his face, and leisurely picked up a cup of tea and took a few sips, but he had no response to the old man's aura.

The old man was also surprised, but when he thought that the gods had all dreamed, he immediately felt relieved. What else could be more incredible than the gods with dreams? Even if Zhan Wuque breaks through King Wu of Wu, the old man is not surprised.

But Lu Yuan didn't think so. He looked at Zhan Wuque with caution. In addition, the fact that the old man of the Zhan family recovered from his injuries was in front of him, his mind began to shake.

"Then I'll have to worry about Brother Zhan," Lu Yuan clasped his fists to Zhan Wuque.

"Wuque, his father and I are friends with Forgetful Years. They were once the strongest man of King Wu. Their souls were severely damaged in their early years. When you go there, you try to help them. Not only that, this person is also the old master of the temple, a temple that believes in the God of War." The old man from the Zhan family secretly sent a voice to Zhan Wuque.

The soul transmits the voice, which can only be used by the strong King of Wu. The old man of the Zhan family was once the half-step King of Wu. After this break, he was one step closer to King of Wu, so he could barely exert it.

Zhan Wuque was also shocked when he received the message. He didn't expect that there would be his own believers ten thousand years later. How pious is this. Even if the old man didn't speak, he wouldn't sit idly by.

Zhan Wuque stood up and left with Lu Yuan. When he was about to leave the door, Zhan Wuque thought about it and sent a message to Mr. Zhan: "Grandpa, don't worry, grandpa, go back if grandson goes."

"puff"!

"Cough cough", all the tea that Mr. Zhan had just drunk was sprayed out, and he was choked and cursed in his heart: "Of course, how could this kid send a divine sense to his voice?"!

Let’s talk about Zhan Wuque, followed Lu Yuan all the way to the west of Qingyang City.

Most of the people in the west of the city are ordinary people, and there are many slums. Beggars begging everywhere on the streets.

"Lord Palace Master"!

"Hello, Lord Lu"!

Passers-by on the street saw Lu Yuan greeting him, which surprised Zhan Wuque slightly. It seemed that the Lord Lu had a high level of friendship.

The people-friendly level is high, and the influence of the Temple of War was accidentally spread, and more believers can be summoned.

It didn't take long, and the two soon arrived at a dilapidated hall.

It is said to be a main hall, but it actually covers a very small area and is not as large as a small family in the city.

The hall was very dilapidated, with cracks everywhere, and there were many traces of man-made destruction on it. It can be seen that the hall was repaired later, otherwise it would be even more terrible.

"I laughed at you", Lu Yuan led the way, with helplessness in his eyes.

Soon, the two came to the center of the hall.

A statue of god stands quietly in the center of the hall, only a few feet high. Compared with other temples, statues of gods that are hundreds of long and small seem very shabby.

"This is the statue of the God of War." Lu Yuan's eyes showed deep respect and said in a tone of admiration.

Zhan Wuque silently stared at the eyes of the statue, as if he was looking at himself in another time and space.

Time flies, and it has been ten thousand years. Zhan Wuque never expected that he could still see his statue in the world.

The face of the statue was very vague, and there was no trace of Zhan Wuque at all. I believe that future generations have forgotten his appearance.
Chapter completed!