Chapter 927

Hearing Jimo Yu's answer, the old man did not show any ecstasy. Instead, he looked at the other party warily and asked, "If that's the case, why didn't you say it five years ago?"

He relied on his own strength, but he didn't take the five people seriously.

I don't think they can harm themselves at all.

The old man was worried about some conspiracy behind it.

Jimo Yu said: "I didn't say it five years ago, naturally because I didn't know it at the time. However, since Shaobai returned from the Holy Land of Mountains and Seas, his divine power has improved by leaps and bounds. The last time he paid tribute to the gods, he unexpectedly met the sages and heroes and received the decree.

. You can also see that the old man is about to die, and the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I don’t know when one day I will completely close my eyes. I have failed the upbringing of my family in this life, and I can’t go into the earth with regrets. While I can still go, I can fulfill my wish.

, otherwise - I would be ashamed to meet the sages!"

Jim Moyu said this very sincerely.

The old man couldn't tell anything unusual from his wrinkled face like bark, and he was convinced.

Even though he scorned ghosts and demons, he had personally witnessed the miraculous methods of the Gongxi tribe back then, and the First Master was from an orthodox Gongxi tribe.

There were some mysterious things that he couldn't help but believe.

The old man relaxed his guard and said in a gentler tone: "Oh, why is your body so ruined?"

You must know that Jimo Yu and the First Master are twins.

Both have similar talents.

Under normal circumstances, living for two hundred years would not be a problem.

It was like him, as long as he was willing, he could return to his prime of youth in minutes. He asked again: "Is there any way to save him? This old man has many treasures of heaven and earth that can extend his life, maybe..."

Jimo Yu waved his hand and declined: "No, dragging this old body around for a long time is meaningless..."

Seeing that Jimo Yu had no intention of living, the old man didn't say anything more. He just said that, a few polite words, with no sincerity. Such things as treasures of heaven and earth can only be encountered but not sought.

The old man turned around and invited the five people into the bamboo house.

Over the past hundred years, countless people have set foot in the bamboo house.

Today, five guests came at once.

Jimo Yu looked at the furnishings in the bamboo house with cloudy eyes.

He praised: "Chehou is elegant."

The furnishings in the bamboo house are very tasteful.

It doesn't look like the residence of a reckless man at all.

The old man sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

"I'm just bored and messing around."

He had been trapped in this deep mountain for more than a hundred years, and he was not used to it at first. He missed his former glory and wealth crazily, and even ordered people to build a palace and mansion halfway up the mountain, and his wife, concubines, and children all moved in. However, time is ruthless, and beauties age easily, even if they have

With the arrival of new concubines, his sense of freshness became shorter and shorter, and he even became less and less interested in women. In the following decades, even power was not so attractive. Only his yearning for freedom became more and more intense.

, it stands to reason that he should be so excited that he is on the verge of losing control, but instead he feels calm.

Even though freedom is right in front of him, he remains calm and composed.

After exchanging a few words, he realized that he had overestimated himself.

Jimo Yu's pleasantries made him anxious.

Seeing that the impatience between his brows and eyes was about to be suppressed, Jimo Yu coughed and said what he wanted to hear most: "Please, Marquis Che, take us to the underground palace and let Shaobai remove your shackles."

The old man's eyes lit up: "Naturally."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Fang Yan and the others: "I remember that they are not from the Gongxi clan, so I took them to the underground palace too?"

The things suppressed in the underground palace are related to the secrets of the Gongxi clan.

Isn't it good for outsiders to see it casually?

Jimo Yu smiled weakly: "It doesn't matter, I brought them here today. The underground palace is unsealed, and this old man's life will come to an end. I have no other worries in this life, except this disciple, who has a six-year-old mind, so I'm afraid of him

Can't withstand the blow."

He took Fang Yan and the others with him just so that they could be behind him to comfort his crying disciple Jimo Qiu.

The old man saw this and said no more.

The secret of the Gongxi clan was revealed and had nothing to do with him.

"Come here with me!"

The moment the old man stood up, his snow-white hair was instantly dyed black, and his dry and saggy skin filled up in a matter of breaths, becoming smooth and elastic. From an old man to a burly and majestic middle-aged man, he faintly exuded an aura of force as he breathed.

What a powerful person! A pair of tiger eyes with a vague and terrifying light flowing endlessly.

This person is indeed a twenty-level Chehou.

I just don’t know how many years it has been since he entered this realm.

Jimo Yu followed him weakly, lowered his eyes slightly, and suppressed the dark and complicated calculations in his eyes——

He was dying soon, and he had to take away a difficult problem before his death. This was the only thing he could do for Jimo Qiu. If he didn't do this, when the truth of the underground palace was exposed, this person would never spare Jimo Qiu. At the same time, this move was also

Atonement. Don’t expect to gain forgiveness from your tribe, just hope to reduce your sins a little bit.

"Shao Bai..."

Jimo Qiu beside him looked down at him: "Teacher."

The tone was vaguely pitiful and aggrieved.

When he went out today, Jimo Yu repeatedly gave orders that no matter what content he heard talking to others, he could not speak. He could only answer unless the teacher gave him permission.

He was holding back his words just now.

The last time he offered sacrifices to the gods, he didn't meet any sages and heroes. He knew that the teacher was lying.

Blinking his eyes, he kept his mouth shut.

Jimo Yu looked at the entrance to the underground palace under the bamboo house and sighed: "In the future, you must walk steadily."

Jimo Qiu nodded: "Yes."

Jimo Yu warned again: "The food must be delicious."

Jimo Qiu: "Yeah."

"You can't stay up late, don't drink, can't gamble, can't fool around, and can't stay out all night... The matter of getting married will have to wait until the next high priest takes your place. If you have a woman you like in the future, remember to bring it to your master to see her.

You don’t have to shoulder the mission of continuing the Gongxi clan, so don’t have more children. One is good, but it’s okay if you don’t have one..."

The path in the future can only be left to the beloved disciple.

The road leading to the underground palace is very long.

But he still had more to say.

The old man leading the way didn't want to ruin the atmosphere of Jimo Yu's last words at first. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but interject: "No wonder your Gongxi clan has a small population. If you want your family to prosper, you have to sleep with more women and have more children. With him."

With such strength, marrying ten or eight people is not too much. Every woman has two children in three years and three in five years. It won’t take long for the population to rise..."

Speaking of which, the late master also had this virtue.

He kept saying, "How can a man have a home before he has achieved hegemony?" As a result, once he died, the Wu Kingdom that he had worked so hard to conquer was completely over. As long as there were a few children at that time, they, the old ministers, could also guard the young master.

Retreat to one place.

After regaining his strength, he can still complete his unfinished ambition.

How can it be that when the hearts of the people are not united, the trees fall and the hozens scatter?

Therefore, we should have more children.

Jimo Yu said with a dark face: "Is this for breeding?"

The old man said: "It's a pity that such a good seed doesn't deserve it."

He was not used to Jimo Yu at all.

Jimo Yu and the late master's twins were the same age, but he was dozens of years older than the late master. In terms of seniority, it was okay for Jimo Yu to call him great-grandfather. He didn't think it was exciting enough, so he continued to talk: "

Speaking of which, if you and the First Master are twins, if you have children, they are also the First Master's by blood. Huh? Speaking of which, do you have any children? Where are they?"

Jimo Yu asked: "What to do?"

The old man said: "Give Qi Guo to him."

Jimo Yu endured the blue veins on his forehead.

"Aren't the ancestors of Qi Guo the descendants of your old master?"

"It was just an adopted one. If it was really the first master's biological son, those old brothers wouldn't have been torn apart..." the old man said nonchalantly, "After the first master passed away and there was no heir, some people became restless. At that time, a

The result of the deliberation among all the important ministers was to establish an adopted heir, but there were disagreements over the choice of the adoptive heir. At that time, the strength of the Wu Kingdom was severely weakened, and they fought openly and secretly for different heir candidates, and finally broke up."

Everyone chooses his own heir.
To be continued...