The night is quiet, and a breeze blows through the mountains, as if with pleasant laughter. The huge Guhong Mountain is quietly squatting north of the Wushan Mountains.

The clouds surround the mist, like a fairyland on earth.

There are staggered palaces in front of the mountain, with figures flashing, but behind the mountain there is a quiet and peaceful state.

It's probably thousands of years? This inconspicuous little Guhong Sect has become another giant that is comparable to Tianzong and Shaolin.

It’s just that the Guhong School has always been hidden outside the world, and few people are walking around the world.

What kind of heritage is this that it has been sealed for thousands of years, but it has always been incense?

The figure quietly pushed open the old wooden door. On the plaque, the three big characters Qixuanju are filled with the sedimentation and mottledness of time, and record the past.

The evening breeze blew, and under the tree outside the courtyard, two women were sitting on a red fruit tree that had grown for thousands of years, tasting the sweet and sour red fruit that was the size of a baby's fist.

"I didn't expect that people are old and trees are old and spirited. These two old guys can actually grow some spirituality."

"It's not bad, it's still the taste. Do you want to take it away? I'm afraid my dad will disagree."

Xia Ying and Chuntao chatted one by one, breaking the quiet night.

The moonlight was as bright as water, and Tian Qi walked into the familiar courtyard, and his impetuous mood also calmed down.

The feeling of things being different has never been so clear. When I pushed the door and walked into the main hall, all the decorations seemed exactly the same as before, and the whole room was spotless.

Above the old wooden furniture, there is patina formed by years of exploration, revealing the crystals of time solidification.

On the table, there was an open picture book, half a dim oil lamp, a little cold tea, half a saucer of osmanthus cake, and a half-full white porcelain tea cup, and a vague lip mark.

Tian Qi laughed silently, and in a trance, he seemed to see Ali sitting here holding her head and looking at the notebook.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind me, my breath was empty, but my tone was extremely dissatisfied.

Tian Qi did not turn around, but sat down calmly, the woman's voice was a little angry.

This place is the forbidden land of Guhong Sect, the former residence of the ancestor. Who is this person? How can I feel so blasphemy about this place?

Tian Qi looked up, his bright eyes flashing in the darkness with a bright light of divineness.

He chuckled and said, "Who is Zhang Jinghua you?"

The woman in front of her looks like an old friend between her eyebrows and eyes, so it is not difficult for Tian Qi to guess the identity of this person.

The woman's face changed, but for a moment she was a little surprised and confused. She couldn't help but turn her gaze to the west wall where several portraits were hung.

What surprised her was that the man in front of her seemed exactly the same as the man in the portrait, without any difference.

"Who are you……"

The woman's voice trembled and her cuffs trembled slightly unconsciously. She looked at the woman who was only in her thirties or forties, but some of her hair was already hidden deep in it.

"It's me, Zhang Jinghua is your mother?"

Tian Qi smiled calmly, but the woman was shocked and sweated all over. She hurriedly looked to her side and soon became cramped again. After thinking about it, she silently knelt in front of Tian Qi.

"Disciple Zhang Zilan, pay homage to... to the ancestor."

Zhang Zilan suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in her heart, but she looked at her head and felt a little lost.

The ancestor? Tian Qi smiled slightly, touched his nose, and then gently picked up the osmanthus cake.

The taste is light, and Ali likes to eat sweeter ones.

"Get up."

Tian Qi waved his hand, and Zhang Zilan seemed to be blown by a breeze. In her old body, the deep dusk air disappeared in an instant.

Zhang Zilan was surprised, sighed at the magical methods of Tian Qi, and also felt that she was in her twilight years, but she still had such luck.

Being in front of Tian Qi, Zhang Zilan seemed to be back at her mother when she was young, with a faint warmth.

"Zhang Jinghua is my grandmother and has been dead for five hundred years."

After passing away? Tian Qi was a little surprised. In the three hundred to five hundred years after his ascension, the passage between the two realms had been opened and the void could be freely broken.

The inheritance of Guhong School directly leads to the Yuan Dynasty, how can one not be broken?

"Five hundred years ago, I became the master of this world, the twenty-four worlds returned, the channel was closed, and Bai Ran broke through. Now the channels of the two worlds have been closed for another five hundred years, Dad."

"As far as I know, there are less than ten people in total that break the void, but these people have not descended to Zhenwu through the two realms."

Tian Zihuan walked in and smoothly took out an iron box from under the bed, all of which were written by books she wanted to read but couldn't read in the past.

Zhang Zilan turned around and saw a phantom walking back and forth in the room. When she turned her head, there were two more women with a vague aura beside her.

The two looked like girls of seventeen or eighteen years old, not at all old.

Tian Zihuan groped in the iron box with satisfaction, just about to open it to make up for the regrets of childhood and reminisce about the lost youth.

Tian Qi put it away without hesitation and touched his cuff unnaturally.

Tian Zihuan was a little dissatisfied, but after seeing Tian Qi's gaze, she had to give up.

“Born.”

Tian Zihuan rolled her eyes and turned to look at Zhang Zilan in front of her with great enthusiasm.

"Is Zhang Gutang your mother? Where is her?"

Zhang Zilan's eyes turned red and she felt a little sad, "After grandmother sat down, three hundred years later, and her mother also sat down."

Xia Ying shook her head, "Your powerful true energy has at least a thousand years of skill. You can clearly break the void, but you have been staying in this world for a long time. Why?"

Zhang Zilan shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Grandmother passed her skills to her mother. Before her mother left, she passed them to me and told me to guard Gu Hong. It has been four hundred years now."

"No, Zhang Jinghua has good qualifications. I think you have good qualifications. Even if Zhang Jinghua can break, I have seen that little guy from your mother, and her qualifications are extremely high. How can you not break the void? Even if the channels between the two realms are closed, but your vitality has recovered, it should not be difficult to enter Zhenwu."

Xia Ying vaguely remembers the little girl who likes to ride a statue of a lonely horse in the front hall. She once said that she would ride this thing to the sky when she grows up.

Zhang Zilan's eyes were a little lonely, but Tian Qi stopped Xia Ying from continuing to interrogate.

Not everyone in this world is pursuing the peak of martial arts. The world is rolling and ties with people's hearts. In terms of heaven and earth, there is actually no difference in a hundred years and a thousand years.

"Has there ever been something uneasy?"

Tian Qi asked out loud, Zhang Zilan shook her head, then nodded again, "Gu Hong has not broken the three realms for two hundred years. After the ancestor Tangning and the ancestor Suyi were broken, the Gu Hong Sect suffered a crisis and was almost cut off. It has been four hundred years, and I don't know after leaving..."

Zhang Zilan didn't say it, but the three of them understood what she meant. The world had disappeared for a hundred years, and it seemed that someone had to sacrifice the inheritance of the sect.

This persistence imprinted in the bones eventually turned into belief, which is so moving.

Tian Zihuan was silent, while Xia Ying was a rare person to shut up and did not comment on anything.

Tian Qi sighed deeply. He didn't know how to describe his mood. He felt that under the years, some things were buried, but some of them were particularly precious, but they were so dazzling and bright.

The love story is really unpredictable and unpredictable. A different kind of aura flows through Tian Qi's body.

Xia Ying exclaimed lightly, waved her hand, and quietly exited the room with Tian Zihuan and Zhang Zilan.

I was speechless. What bonus does this place have? How could I have an epiphany?
Chapter completed!