"What, he's dead?"

The cute eyes of the woman in plain clothes suddenly opened wide, full of shock.

Princess Yanyang nodded extremely calmly: "I just learned about this a while ago."

When the woman in plain clothes heard this, her eyes couldn't help but darken. She was silent for a few seconds, and turned into a sigh:

"Oh, when I think back, I still remember the cute look of introverted blushing when he saw us. In fact, at that time, I already knew that he would become the indirect furnace of the Fire Emperor. Unfortunately, we were young and could not stop us. Later, he was locked in the underground palace and practiced in seclusion. After a long time, we forgot about this. Unexpectedly, when we mentioned it again, he was already dead."

"I have never forgotten!" Princess Yanyang's eyes closed slightly and she responded lightly.

"What?" The woman in plain clothes suddenly widened her eyes and said in surprise: "Then... why don't you stop it?"

"Because my father wanted to go further, and Xu Que was the most suitable candidate at that time, that is, he had the Tianhuo Spiritual Root and had no relatives or relatives, so my father asked Concubine Huan to pretend to me for six years and accompanied Xu Que for six years. Finally, when he entered the Golden Pill stage, he sucked away the Tianhuo Spiritual Root in his body. I think this is a kind of compensation for a wandering orphan who should have starved to death on the street." Princess Yanyang said, her voice was dull.

"It turns out that Concubine Huan pretended that you were accompanying Xu Que over the years. It was indeed not difficult to deceive the Golden Elixir stage with her charming skills and changing skills. No wonder I have rarely seen her appear in the palace in recent years. But... I still think that Xu Que is very pitiful." The beautiful eyes of the woman in plain clothes were full of unbearableness.

Princess Yanyang was unmoved, her expression did not fluctuate at all, and she said indifferently: "Everyone has a fate, and there are far more than one pitiful person in the world. Besides, his death is not worthless. After sucking away the spiritual roots of the heavenly fire in his body, she transferred it to her father. Now the father has begun to sprint to the seventh level. If it succeeds, it will be a good thing for the Fire Yuan Kingdom."

"Oh..." The woman in plain clothes closed her eyes lightly, sighed slightly, and stopped talking.

After counting breaths, she suddenly opened her eyes and said in surprise: "Wait, do you think this Xu Que and that Xu Que are the same person? Otherwise, I will go and ask if there is a portrait of that Xu Que, and also see what kind of person he is!"

Princess Yanyang shook her head: "There are so many people with the same name, so there is no need to make a big deal. Besides, Xu Que in the palace is dead, and all his cultivation is absorbed before his death. Even if he survives and has no spiritual roots, he will not be able to practice again."

"That's true. After all, there is no medicine in this world that can make people grow spiritual roots again." The woman in plain clothes nodded suddenly.

...

...

At this time, Xu Que had already left the small teahouse and continued to set foot on the road to the imperial city.

He didn't know that the person he had ever had was just a fake princess and was also a concubine of the emperor.

Along the way, he hummed a small song and used three thousand thunder to move his body from time to time, crossing mountains and ridges.

Whenever he encounters some large jungle, he will stop immediately, walk in and hunt monsters, and catch a few ordinary beasts and roast them to eat.

Over the past few days, Xu Que's experience value increased a lot, but he gained little in his pretense value. On the way, he met several weak cultivators, who were shocked by his black robe and Xuan Chong Ruler, and brought him dozens of pretense value.

However, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still fleshy, so Xu Que cannot dislike it.

Until this day, Xu Que passed by the foot of a mountain and saw a village in front of him. He immediately lit up and rushed up quickly.

Where there are people, there is a chance for him to show off!

But after approaching the entrance of the village, Xu Que suddenly found that there were some monks appearing in the village, and it was not one or two, but a large group!

"I'll go, it's so lively, it's time to pretend!" Xu Que immediately came over.

As a result, he realized that things were not simple, and that the old and the young were kneeling on the ground.

It was an old lady, holding an eleven or 2-year-old child tightly, begging for mercy with tears in her face.

"You let my grandson go, please, his parents told you before they died that they should never let their children practice immortality, and just let them spend their entire lives in an ordinary way. I beg you, don't take him away..." The old man cried very sadly.

A middle-aged man in the Jindan stage said, "Old man, you don't know anything. This child has a rare spiritual root talent in a century. If he joins my Wuxiang Sect, he will definitely make a difference in the future and will be stronger than his parents."

"No, no matter how strong you are, don't want to go." The old man became a little excited.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly sank: "Old man, so many of us come here because of your dead son and daughter-in-law. After all, they were my disciples, but if you are so unreasonable, don't blame us for stealing people."

"You want to steal people unless you step over my body." The old man hugged the child tightly.

The child also opened his arms and protected the old man behind him. He stared at the group of monks in front of him and shouted: "Don't bully my grandma, you are all bad people. My parents were killed by you. They told me before they died, don't talk to you."

"Haha, Tongtong, your parents' death was just an accident, but we were also very guilty, so we wanted to take you back to the Wuxiang Sect and cultivate you well, which can be regarded as a make-up for your parents. Come and go with uncle." The middle-aged man smiled.

The child immediately shook his head: "I won't go."

The smile on the middle-aged man's face disappeared, a hint of impatientness flashed in his eyes, and he said directly to the monks next to him: "Forget it, grab the people, try not to hurt the old man."

"Yes!" Several monks in the Jiedan stage responded at the same time, and walked towards the old man and the child.

The old man hugged the child tightly and cried, "No, I can't take him away. I have let you kill your only son. I must not give you grandson."

"You can't help!" Several monks snorted coldly, reached out to break the old man apart.

...

This scene fell into Xu Que's eyes, making his mood suddenly worse.

Damn, you bully the elderly in broad daylight and rob children, you scumbags!

"Stop it all!" Xu Que shouted loudly, wearing a black robe, carrying a Xuan Chong ruler, and striding over.

Many monks were stunned and turned their heads to look over.

The middle-aged man happened to walk out of the crowd, looked at Xu Que a few times, and frowned and said, "Fellow Taoist, this is my family business of the innocent school. Please don't meddle in other people's business!"

"Who said I'm going to meddle in other people's business?" Xu Que glared and shouted.

"Then what's the point of doing?"
Chapter completed!