"Sure enough, my Li family is really a descendant of the ancestor witch."

The old village chief looked at the "Ancient Genealogy" in his hand and muttered something, as if he was crazy.

After a long time, the old village chief came to his senses and turned the books in his hand back to the first page.

Under the "Ancient Genealogy", the seven words "Li Taibai, a descendant of the Li family," fall below the genealogy, and the pen is like a dragon and snake, which seems to have created a swordsman who sings with his sword and long songs out of thin air.

This is not beyond the old village chief's expectations. It was this ancestor who nailed Lijia Village here, and he was the ancestor of the Lijia Village lineage.

If Lijia Village has a clan history that has never been known to ordinary people, then only this ancestor will know it.

"The ancestors seemed to have expected that when later generations awaken their ancestor's bloodline, someone would come to the ancestral hall to find information about their ancestors."

"I just don't know if my ancestors have any warnings?"

The old village chief quickly turned the "Ancient Genealogy" in his hand, and the flames swaying in the void gradually expanded.

In the study behind the ancestral hall, all the books became clear.

Under the fire light trembling in the void, the old village chief finally saw what he wanted to see.

Just like a piece of calligraphy woven in gold, lines of handwriting like dragons and snakes are written like this:

Since ancient times, whenever the ancestral witch line appears, there must be friends of the ancestral witch to find descendants of the Li family.

Just like my Emperor Gaozu, the grand occasion eight hundred years ago, like my listening to the tide on Dongting Lake, two fingers of the divine scenery of the Cang River.

The Li family will prosper for a hundred years, and we will be proud of our genius.

After leaving the characters, the ancestor of the Li family also left a picture of an immortal drinking, and the old man Li flipped the pages of the book.

Under the old sycamore tree, a man in white stood in his sorrow and smiled faintly.

He was holding a wood carving that had not been carved yet, which seemed to be some kind of wood carving for sacrifice.

The color was mottled, and it seemed like I had just painted it.

It seemed that the man looked at the old village chief through these three hundred years.

"This is………"

The old village chief opened his eyes wide and stared blankly at the portrait above the golden family tree.

The exquisite painter and the temperament that is almost impossible to imitate makes it difficult for the old village chief to recognize that this is the doctor at the entrance of the village.

When Mr. Li came just now, he wondered why Mr. Li liked carving, but he didn't ask in the end.

But at this time, the old village chief was stunned.

His heart was beating "bang bang", and the surging blood showed the excitement of the old village chief.

That person... is the friend of the ancestor witch?

The ancestor, Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai, was a man three hundred years ago, and Emperor Gaozu was a man one thousand three hundred years ago. So how many years ago is Mr. Li?

How long has he lived? His ancestors passed away and Emperor Gaozu passed away. Even the ancestor witches seemed to be no longer above the world.

Could it be that he has lived from the time of the ancestor witch to the present?

The old village chief felt that he had discovered something.

"No...I'm going to ask."

The old village chief waved his hand to extinguish the flames above the void, turned around and stuffed the golden classics into his arms, then walked out of the bookstore behind the ancestral hall, and closed the room with his backhand.

After walking into the courtyard and looking at the people from the Demon Cult all over the yard, the old village chief spoke:

"They will talk about what to do when I come back. I'm going to meet someone now."

"Who do you see?" Old Man Li asked subconsciously.

"A friend of an ancestor."

The old village chief hurriedly walked past Old Man Li.

"Friends of ancestors?"

Old Man Li was stunned. His ancestors were already from three hundred years ago. He didn't know how many rounds of grass on the cemetery had grown?

Are you so unhappy when you are only seventy years old?

"I'll tell you when I'm back, and you'll look at people first."

The old village chief didn't want to explain anymore, but just said this in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Old Man Li looked at the old village chief's leaving figure and was a little confused.

He walked out of the ancestral hall, but saw the old village chief head heading towards the entrance of the village.

Is this...who went to find?

As soon as Old Man Li's thoughts arose, Li Chunqiu's voice sounded in his ears again, as if he was always paying attention to Old Man Li.

"Don't worry too much!"

Although the voice was invisible, it seemed like a thunder blew up in Old Man Li's ear, which made Old Man Li tremble.

Looking at the figure of the old village chief disappearing in front of him, Old Man Li finally didn't muster up the courage to follow him.

I could only watch the old village chief disappear into the vast night.

………

Li Chunqiu was still carving against the wooden door, after all, for him, he didn't need to rest.

From morning to night, unless someone from Lijia Village comes out for medical treatment, he basically carved it.

After all, carving is the simplest practice for him. Although it is not that fast, there are no obvious disadvantages at present.

In the evening, the cool breeze was blowing, and the carved wood carving in Li Chunqiu put it at his feet, then picked up the new sculpture, and the carving knife in his hand turned again.

"Since you're here, why do you still hide in the dark?"

Li Chunqiu slowly rang in the night, but there was no response in the vast night, as if no one was outside at all.

Li Chunqiu smiled, and then said two words without raising his head: "Showing!"

Suddenly there was a twist in the void, and the figure of the old village chief fell out of it.

The old village chief turned around and stood up in a panic, then looked at Li Chunqiu awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Still called Mr. Li?

If the old village chief had known the truth, the old village chief could still call the exit, but now, he really couldn't.

After all, he knew that this person was probably an old monster who had lived for many years.

"you……"

The old village chief subconsciously used a respectful word, and then asked slowly:

"Are you a friend of the ancestor witch?"

Li Chunqiu kept carving knife in his hand, and he didn't raise his head, just said lightly: "Didn't you see the genealogy written by Li Taibai?"

"Do you know?" the old village chief couldn't help but be stunned.

Li Chunqiu smiled faintly and said:

"If I want to know the whole world, I will know everything."

After saying that, he paused and continued:

"You can think about the matter about the Demon Cult for yourself. The Li family will be in the world in a hundred years. You can't live in this Lijia Village."

"As for what I have about me, it's good that you only know. It's like this for you Li's generation, and only the elders of the clan know about me."

Then Li Chunqiu raised his head and looked at the old village chief seriously and said:

"If you haven't thought about what you want to ask, then leave first. I will stay until I need to leave. You have plenty of time."

"Ah? OK!"

After the old village chief came to his senses, he lowered his head and thought about it. When he came just now, he mainly wanted to determine whether Li Chunqiu was the friend of the ancestor witch, but he did not think of what to ask.

It's really embarrassing now.
Chapter completed!