? "Sir Xian, Xiaomin hasn't offended you, you'll never remember the villain, so let me let Xiaomin go!" The gray-clothed boy spoke with a smile on his face.

"Isn't it slipping?" Han Ming said with a smile.

"I won't be sloppy!" The gray-clothed young man answered honestly.

"Are you a member of the Zhu family?" Han Ming continued to ask.

"I dare not hide the immortal chief. Xiaomin is half a member of the Zhu family. He is an illegitimate son who had an affair with a maid with a Jiazi black guard!" The young man in gray nodded and responded.

"Hmph, you kid are still tearing around, and you won't cry until you see the coffin!" Han Ming snorted when he heard this, and his magic power increased by half, and he flew away in the distance.

Seeing Han Ming like this, the young man in gray begged for a moment. However, Han Ming was unmoved at all. In desperation, he changed his tone and threatened with exaggeration, saying that his uncle is so powerful that he also leaves among immortal cultivators.

After threatening for a while, Han Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him. The young man in gray began to struggle again and tear Han Ming's clothes hard, but he didn't expect that Han Ming's clothes were all robes. After tearing them for a while, he didn't find any wrinkles.

Half a day later, Han Ming stood before he caught Chun'er's ancient tomb and sighed silently. The scene of entering the ancient tomb with his senior brother was still vivid in his mind. In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred years have passed, and the ancient tomb has been built into a secret refuge by the Zhu family!

"Run, run!" The gray-clothed boy immediately opened his throat when he saw the stone mountain where the ancient tomb was located, and shouted with one of the Zhu family's unique skills.

Han Ming shook his head and smiled, and carried the boy directly into the stone mountain. He didn't go in from the secret passage at all. He directly used the earth escape talisman to enter the mountain, and reached the space where he fought with Chun'er.

In the middle of this empty tomb, there was a man sitting cross-legged in the middle. His head was sparsely covered with white cubes, folds were stacked together layer by layer, and there were only three or four teeth in his slightly opened mouth.

Han Ming could see at a glance that although this man was still alive, he was already in a state of dissatisfaction. His life span was almost exhausted, and he was in a daze and drowsy. It was a matter of heaven.

Han Ming and the gray-clothed boy appeared in the tomb, but the person sitting cross-legged there couldn't move at all, as if he was dead.

"Dad!" The young man in gray immediately shouted when he saw the person in the middle, and struggled all the time.

After looking at the young man in gray in his hand and looking at the old man in front of him, Han Ming let go of his hand.

After the gray-clothed boy was released, he immediately ran to the corpse not far away, knelt in front of him, and wanted to hold the old man with both hands, but he was reluctant to act, for fear that he would use too much force and would break up the old man's weak body.

"He is going to die." Han Ming walked up and spoke slowly.

"I know." The young man in gray lowered his head and said in an extremely low tone. Then he saw Han Ming, and immediately grabbed the straw like a drowning person. He immediately crawled over on his knees, grabbed the corner of Han Ming's clothes, and prayed: "Sir God, please save my father. If you want to know, I will tell you everything. I am the Zhu family, the head of this generation, and you know everything!"

"Sure!" Han Ming showed a clear look on his face, and then shook his head: "I have no choice. If his life is just around the corner, I can still cast spells to delay him for a few years, and help him initiate and build a foundation in the past few years to help him survive. But his energy is too much loss now, his soul has almost disappeared, and the pills are ineffective! He has been seriously injured at one level of Qi training before, but he has been nearly 120 years old, which is enough!"

When the young man in gray heard Han Ming's words, he felt as if he was exhausted. He became listless and shed tears silently for a while. Then he crawled to the old man continuously and gently supported the old man's thin body.

"I can give you a chance to say goodbye!" Han Ming walked up, patted the old man's head lightly, twitched a faint phantom, and gently vomited the essence and merged into the phantom.

With the integration of Han Mingjie's essence in the Dan stage, the phantom suddenly condensed a lot, and slightly condensed into the middle, forming a light and shadow exactly like the thin old man. There was a certain figure in the eyes of the light and shadow.

"Dad!" The young man in gray pounced on him, but he was in vain.

"This is his soul, a ghost, you can't touch it. Say goodbye to you two, hurry up, I'll ask you something if I have something to do!" Han Ming said lightly.

The old man glanced around in confusion and saw the young man in gray robe with tears on his face. His eyes were filled with joy, but he seemed to think of it. His face became serious and he scolded coldly: "Zhu Lingqin, you are the head of the Zhu family now. The Zhu family will be entrusted to you. What does it look like crying like!"

"Zhu Lingqin?" Han Ming originally planned to wait a moment and let the father and son say apart, but when he heard the old man scolding the name of the gray-clothed boy, he suddenly showed an unexpected look and turned around and stared at the old man: "You said his name is Zhu Lingqin, then what are your name? It's the ling generation!"

The old man had already felt Han Ming before, and knew that this was an unfathomable existence and was definitely a senior master in the world of immortal cultivation. But he didn't know why Han Ming came here, so he didn't dare to talk casually. He just thought about delaying for a while and thought of a countermeasure, but now that Han Ming took the initiative to speak, he naturally did not dare to neglect it.

The old man is a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi training. He has seen the world of immortal cultivation, so he is naturally not as fearless as Zhu Lingqin. He lowered his head tremblingly and was respectful. He didn't dare to look up at Han Ming: "The younger generation is indeed the name of the Ling generation, and his full name is Zhu Qingming, and he is the head of the previous generation of the Zhu family!"

When Han Ming heard the old man called Zhu Liming, his face became a little strange, and then he said, "Zhu Liming, who is your father? It's not Zhu Yiwen!"

"My younger father is indeed Zhu..." The old man spoke, and secretly glanced up at Han Ming. After this glance, he was stunned for a moment, and even forgot what happened later.

The old man raised his head and looked at Han Ming's face carefully. His shock could no longer be concealed. His soul was a little unstable because of his incredible emotions.

"My nephew, I'm here to see my uncle!" After thinking for a while, the old man knelt decisively on the ground, gave a big gift, and shouted to Zhu Lingqin: "I'm not here to pay homage to my uncle. My uncle can just take care of his old love, and he can save your life!"

Zhu Lingqin was stunned by his father's actions. Although she didn't know why she wanted to worship this man in green robe, after all, her father asked her to do it, so she should do it obediently and then gave Han Ming a big gift.

Zhu Lingqin muttered to herself, if this man in green robe could call his father a master uncle, wouldn’t that be older than his father? He looked younger but was a hundred-year-old guy. No wonder he was so cautious that he could not compare with him, and he didn’t eat much!

Seeing this scene, Han Ming felt very strange. He had been separated from his senior brother for more than 160 years. Logically speaking, the Zhu family had to pass on their inheritance for seven or eight generations, and their blood relationship had faded a lot, but he didn't expect to meet the senior brother's parent-child.

Han Ming originally planned to take care of the Zhu family and ensure that the Zhu family would not leave after extermination. After all, the bloodline connection was much weaker, but he did not expect that such a thing would be born. Within three generations, if the eldest brother was alive, he would definitely care about these two people.

"I left the Zhu family early in my life. So many years have passed, how do you recognize me?" Han Ming gently held up the old and the young.

"My father has a collection of paintings, which are painted with a portrait of his uncle. Although he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, he is 80% similar to his uncle!" The old man said with a glance like a bean, "When he was young, his father had told his nephew about his uncle's experience many times. By the way, his father also said that this ancient tomb was told by his uncle."

"So that's it!" Han Ming nodded, and then said with interest: "Tell me about your father's experience after I left."
Chapter completed!