The story made up by Yang Wushu is very wonderful and tragic, Wu Cong thinks about his own life, and completely brings himself into the role of Qian Xiaoyun, when he talks about his father being ambushed and killed, he has tears in his eyes, and Chu Jiuzhou can't help but wipe his eyes with that sad look.

He said that when he was hiding everywhere and wandering the world, his face was lonely and sad, and anyone who saw him at this time would believe that it was something he had personally experienced.

"What happened later?" Chu Jiuzhou asked in a soft tone as he evaporated the tears in his eyes with his spiritual power.

"Later, I inadvertently broke into an ancient ruin, and then I was trapped somewhere, but fortunately, there was no shortage of food in the ruins, and I couldn't get out, so I was at ease to practice the martial arts taught by my father inside, and it wasn't until recently that I realized the spatial ability, and I didn't get out of it. Wu Cong raised his head, looked at Chu Jiuzhou and said, "Why did the seniors ask about me?"

"Don't call me senior, you have to call me grandpa, my good grandson, you...... suffered. Chu Jiuzhou flashed in front of Wu Cong and hugged him, there were tears in his eyes, this time he didn't use his spiritual power to evaporate, and let the tears flow down his face.

Wu Cong's heart was shocked, but he continued to perform exactly according to the jade slip, his body froze instantly, and the next moment his whole body began to tremble, he pushed Chu Jiuzhou away, shook his head vigorously and said: "No, you are not, I saw my grandfather die in front of me with my own eyes, you are not my grandfather, no, absolutely not!"

When Chu Jiuzhou saw Wu Cong like this, he didn't even have a trace of doubt in his heart, he knew that the grandfather in Wu Cong's mouth was the one who adopted Qian Longyun.

"Silly boy, he is not your grandfather, I am, your father is not called Qian Longyun, it should have been called Chu Longyun, I put your father in the immortal cultivation world back then......" Chu Jiuzhou told Wu Cong the original story of the year, and did not miss anything at all.

Wu Cong listened to Chu Jiuzhou in a daze, and a fear suddenly appeared in his heart. Yang Wushu arranged for him to become Qian Xiaoyun, obviously asking him to come to the gods to recognize his relatives, why did Yang Wushu know Qian Longyun so well, and why did he know that Qian Xiaoyun was the grandson of Chu Jiuzhou, the lord of the divine realm?

There is only one possibility, Qian Longyun was killed by Yang Wuyi, since Yang Wushu knew Qian Longyun's identity, why did he dare to ambush him, Wu Cong suddenly felt that the water here was very deep.

He had an urge to escape, but he had already stepped in, and it had become impossible to get out easily, so he was even more cautious and meticulously acted according to the jade slip, for fear of revealing a flaw.

"Are you really my grandfather?" Wu Cong still had a dumbfounded expression, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing that Wu Cong was still dumbfounded, Chu Jiuzhou gently patted Wu Cong's shoulder, and said in a gentle tone: "I, a god realm lord, will not deliberately make up stories to deceive you, I am indeed your grandfather, my own grandfather!"

"Grandpa!" Wu Cong took two steps forward and hugged Chu Jiuzhou, tears flowing down.

"Good grandson, don't cry, don't cry, it's already been a robbery of immortals, you should be like a man, don't cry. Chu Jiuzhou was infected by Wu Cong's emotions, and while wiping away his tears for Wu Cong, he comforted Wu Cong not to cry, but he had tears in his eyes.

......

An inn in Shendu, upper room.

Yang Zhen leaned against the window, looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, and felt a little angry in his heart.

Wu Cong said that he was taking her to find Liuyun, but for so long, Wu Cong always used various excuses to perfunctory, and also brought her to the Shendu, after coming to the Shendu, Wu Cong behaved extremely high-profile, and went out from time to time to make trouble, this is the base camp of the Flying Immortal Dynasty, and he Wu Cong is not afraid of being shot to death by the masters of the Flying Immortal Dynasty.

Yang Zhen's realm has reached the peak of the Nine Mirrors of the Transformation Gods, but she can't break through the bottleneck and break through the Immortal Tribulation, originally she was injured by Liuyun and should have become an ordinary person, but she still has illusions in her heart, thinking that Liuyun may just have something to leave, rather than deliberately escaping.

She thought this because she couldn't figure out why Liuyun wanted to run away, she thought that Liuyun had no reason to escape, and before that, Liuyun was still like a lover with her, how could she leave without saying a word?

The knock sounded, Yang Zhen's divine sense probed, but she didn't detect any breath at the door, so she didn't pay attention to it, after a while, there was a knock on the door again, Yang Zhen frowned, walked to the door, and his divine sense shrouded the door again, still nothing, now she was a little nervous, and she didn't dare to open the door.

"May I ask if Miss Yang is there?" a crisp female voice sounded at the door, and Yang Zhen once again launched a divine sense investigation, but still failed to detect the slightest breath.

She had the courage to open the door, and outside the door stood two rows of high-ranking female robbers dressed in the costumes of the Flying Immortal Dynasty.

Why do you say that it is a robbery of immortals, or a high-level robbery of immortals? Because Yang Zhen can't sense their breath, she is already a god nine mirrors, even if she is below the three turns of the robbery immortals, she can't escape her perception, these people can make her unable to perceive the breath, and the realm is definitely more than the three turns of the robbery immortals.

"Something?" Yang Zhen asked boldly.

"Your Excellency, please. There were eight people standing at the door, and the woman who spoke had a beautiful mole on the corner of her mouth, highlighting a different kind of beauty.

"I don't know you, lord. Yang Zhen panicked in his heart, in this god, he dared to call the lord, except for the god lord of the lower realm, there could be no one else.

The beauty mole respectfully saluted Yang Zhen and said, "Lord Black Wind Lord of the Nether Realm of the Divine Realm, please go and see Miss Yang." ”

Although the beauty mole had a respectful attitude, there was a hint of undoubtedness in her tone, and she maintained the movement of bowing, but there was an invisible momentum emanating from her.

Yang Zhen glanced at the group of female robbers who were standing quietly on both sides, knowing that if they insisted on not going, they might have to make a strong move, so he could only nod and say, "Lead the way ahead." ”

"Miss Yang, please!" the beauty mole led the way, and seven people followed behind her.

"What are you lords looking for me?" Yang Zhen asked as he walked.

The beauty mole ignored Yang Zhen's question, and only led the way in front in silence, Yang Zhen saw that she didn't answer, so he had no choice but to do it, and silently followed behind the beauty mole, all the way into the palace, and came to the temple of the gods.

The beauty mole led her to the main hall and turned around and left, there was no one in the main hall, Yang Zhen sat on a chair on the left and waited.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Yang Zhen hurriedly got up, but saw Wu Cong coming in from outside the gate.

"Wu ......" Yang Zhen just said a Wu character, Wu Cong instantly flashed, came to her side, and pressed her mouth.

Yang Zhen struggled, Wu Cong even covered him tightly, his eyes shot a fierce look, and his divine sense said: "You remember, from now on, my name is Qian Xiaoyun, if you can't remember, we all have to die." ”