Chapter 1529 Ancient Mural

Ling Shiyun was slightly stunned, then stepped aside, smiled and bowed:

"I was rude first, so I won't bother you any more."

"Miss, please do as you please."

Qian Wuhen just nodded and smiled at Ling Shiyun, still in that polite and easy-going manner, and then directly grabbed the spiritual fruit.

Ling Shiyun left.

Ling Baoer's eyes were bright, and she was about to speak to Qian Wuhen, but unexpectedly, the latter spoke first: "Miss Baoer, let's watch the show first."

Qian Wuhen looked forward with deep eyes, eating the spiritual fruit in big mouthfuls.

The affairs of the Ling family had nothing to do with him, and he was not interested in them. He just followed his father to broaden his horizons and might leave in a few days.

Ling Baoer's pupils slightly opened, and she felt that Qian Wuhen seemed to be a lot stranger, and that kind of indifference seemed to be innate...

"Miss Baoer, don't worry, my junior brother is not romantic."

Bai Xinghan chuckled, not avoiding Qian Wuhen, "He has always been this annoying, but it's not against you, don't be surprised."

"Ah~!" Sha Diao echoed beside him, no one knew the temperament of the junior brother better than them.

Back then, he was furious and killed many fairy palace supervisors in Nanyu Continent for his colleagues, but the junior brother seemed to have forgotten those people and never mentioned them.

Even Old Mo was like this. When he passed away, he really built the ancestral hall himself. Later, he rarely went to see him, and even went less often than them.

For example, last time, the sea monkey was squatting in the ancestral hall, and the junior brother was still eating in the dining hall of the school palace.

Even if they could return to the Wuyun Immortal Sect, they were the first to say that they would bring their master with them.

They had long been accustomed to the heartless behavior of the junior brother, but at that time, five out of ten sentences were about his father. This character was quite contradictory, and it was hard to describe the feeling.

At this time, Ling Baoer took a deep look at Qian Wuhen and smiled casually: "This lady didn't care about this matter at all. I just want to say that I feel good when I see that evil girl being humiliated."

"Haha!" Bai Xinghan laughed loudly. His personality has always been very casual.

Qian Wuhen laughed softly and didn't care about the public "slander" of his senior brother. They came all the way like this.

The sea monkey quietly sat down beside Qian Wuhen, his body was only as tall as Qian Wuhen, and he asked curiously: "Wuhen, have you never eaten this spiritual fruit in Wuyun Sect?"

"No." Qian Wuhen moved his body, his eyes flashing with memories, "My father fed me wild vegetable porridge when I was a child."

"That's also a magical medicine!" The sea monkey's expression suddenly became a little excited, "Then you said in front of that old senior that you had never eaten such a good one, and I almost believed it . "

"There really is nothing after going down the mountain." Qian Wuhen said seriously, and then asked in confusion, "Monkey, why are you asking this..?"

"I want to do some rare spiritual medicine business in the Xianzong."

The sea monkey said seriously, "Looking at the family background of the ancient Xianguo, I have a clear understanding of the scale of the Xianzong. When the time comes, you can allocate some spiritual soil and medicinal fields to me, and we will split it 50-50."

Qian Wuhen was stunned and laughed dumbly. The sea monkey really never forgets his business skills wherever he goes.

"Wuhen?"

"Okay."

"Then we have a deal!"

The sea monkey happily jumped back to his seat, and casually took a spiritual fruit on the table into his storage ring, and his eyes gradually turned to the stage.

Buzz-

A grand vision slowly spread from the stage in the middle of the lake, causing Qian Wuhen and the others to hold their breath.

The show begins.

…

Just when the family members of the Ling family were watching a play in the theater.

The ancestor of the Ling family took Chen Xun and the others to an ancient forbidden place of the Ling family. Even if the Tianyun Immortal Emperor came in person, the Ling family would never bring them here.

This forbidden place is not a secret place, inheritance or immortal tomb.

It is a stone wall that is a hundred feet high and ten thousand feet wide, engraved with ancient murals. Those are some ancient stories that are buried in the years and do not exist in the history of immortals...

These ancient murals may be boring for ordinary immortal cultivators, because there is no inheritance and great opportunities, but for immortals, it is just right.

The wind and sand cover it lightly.

Several figures stepped in front of the stone wall less than ten feet away.

"Daozu, please watch."

The ancestor of the Ling family looked into the distance with emotion. Every time he came here, he would feel an inexplicable shock in his heart, "In the ancient times, demons and monsters were in chaos, and our generation of immortal cultivators should be like this..."

The three ancestors of the Yu family had bright eyes and looked solemnly at the murals.

As for why the younger generation was not brought here, it was because the chaff was too fine and they were afraid that they would not be able to appreciate it.

"Three-eared giant spirit, Nether Bird... Floods fell from the sky, the year was very cold, and the immortals were scrambling to cross."

Chen Xun slowly stepped forward a few steps, his eyes trembling slightly inadvertently, "But I'm afraid it's not me who is crossing. The Ling family can actually pass down this mural, which is really amazing."

"Daoist Ancestor, in the ancient times, when the world was first created, this sky..."

"No."

Chen Xun's eyebrows were deep, and he shook his head gently, "Do you know what the pair of eyes covering the sky at the highest point of the mural are?"

The ancestor of the Ling family raised his eyebrows. This was passed down by their ancestors of the Ling family. What else could he not know...

"Does it look like it?" An ancestor of the Yu family tilted his head and took a deep breath slowly.

"It looks 50% like it." Another ancestor of the Yu family responded solemnly.

"Daoist Ancestor, is it the Eye of Heaven?" The last ancestor of the Yu family did not stop until he was shocked.

The ancestor of the Ling family was about to open his mouth to refute, but Chen Xun took the lead: "The Eye of Heaven in the Immortal Court, this is the last masterpiece of the Taiyi Ancient Immortal Court, and all the spirits in the world will go through the great catastrophe of transcendence together."

Ling Gufeng opened his mouth and said, forget it, I won't argue anymore, you have more people, whatever you say is what you want.

The three ancestors of the Yu family had deep eyes and fell into endless silence.

There were some records of this matter in the ancient books of the Yu family.

It seems that it was also during that period that the Changsheng Yu family was unable to recover. Even today, they can still be bullied by the Wujiang Immortal and openly cut off the Feixiantai. The glory of ancient times has long been gone.

Chen Xun looked at the mural carefully. The earth was the sea, the sky was full of ancient evil spirits, and the cultivators of all races roared and killed in the air, but this scene has been frozen in the mural.

The memory of that period of time was also deeply frozen in the depths of Chen Xun's heart.

He took a step forward and strolled along the path of the murals. His eyes became more and more dazed, and he felt a strong shock of being impacted by time. But gradually, he suddenly stopped in front of a mural.

It was a mountain top.

There was a monk with a sword on his back preaching. His sword was like a star and his momentum was like the sky. In front of him, there were exactly ten disciples. They looked serious and respectful.

Tsk...

Chen Xun sneered for no reason, pointed at that place and slowly put his finger down: "Damn, the painting is really ugly..."