Everyone's eyes fell on the old man. Everyone knew that the old man's words were not trustworthy. They just listened to them as stories, perhaps to satisfy their yearning for the affairs of gods.

"It would be ridiculous if you ask this." The old man shook his head, "The Ziyang Sect on Ziyang Mountain is one of the top sects in our human race. It has been tens of millions of years since its establishment. The ancestor Fuyao Zhenren is even more a complete figure. In the battle between gods and demons, Fuyao Zhenren was also showing his power on the battlefield and turning the tide. Just talking about this ancestor, I am afraid that it will be tens of millions of years now. What's so strange about the monks living for tens of thousands of years?"

"Wow, what's so mysterious?" Everyone found it incredible. A buck-toothed man asked, "I said Lao Taro, what you said is the same as it is. Could it be that you are also from the Ziyang Sect? I heard that gods and immortals like to enter the world to practice. Isn't that what you exist like?"

To be honest, this is really a bit of a joke and ridicule.

The old man was not angry, shook his head and said, "How dare I compare with the gods? I'm just a bad old man who relies on helping others..."

At this time, the restaurant owner turned around and looked at the old man in confusion, "By the way, Lao Tao, where did you call me? I don't even know your real name if you only know your name?"

When everyone heard this, they all turned their curious eyes to the old man. The old man has been in Taiping Town for a long time and almost everyone knows him, but no one knows his real name. Originally, in this world where most people are called Amama and Agou, this is not a rare thing, but when the restaurant owner asks, everyone can't help but be curious.

What is the name of this old man? Where did he come from? How do you feel that you know a lot of things? Although everyone doesn’t know whether he is telling the real thing or the story.

"Hahaha……"

When the old man heard this, he suddenly burst into laughter. The dirty beard under his jaw was dancing with the cold wind. "Is the name important? Where is it important? The past is like smoke, and the past has long turned into a dream. Don't ask who to meet by chance, and the children of the world have a drink..."

After saying that, he picked up the rice wine on the table, took a sip, and looked intoxicated on his old face.

Everyone couldn't help but feel disappointed. This old man not only played mysterious things, but also started writing with them. It was really a bit hateful. What's so great about it?

For a moment, it seemed that it was influenced by the old man's emotions, and the restaurant became quiet for a moment. Seeing the old man was like a statue of a god parked for millions of years, full of vicissitudes.

"Time flies like an arrow, but now it is like a big dream. New people don't know each other, old people are no longer there, things are gone, people are no longer there, what are the ambitions of sparrows, swans, and swans, and the thunder are shaking?"

At this time, a sound suddenly sounded, breaking the tranquility in the restaurant.

Everyone couldn't help but look in the sound, and saw a man sitting in the corner of the restaurant. The man was eating hot dough with his back to everyone. Looking at his back, he looked a little young.

After hearing this, the old man suddenly trembled all over, as if he was touched by electricity, and his eyes looked at the back with bright eyes.

Above an old face, full of excitement and disbelief, and then his whole body trembled slightly because of the excitement.

"Yes... it's you... you..." The old man's lips were trembling, and he couldn't even explain clearly.

The diners couldn't help but wonder who this young man is? How could this old man be so uneasy? Could it be that this old man owes them a lot of money?

The young man put down his chopsticks and slowly turned around. A face that was different from the locals appeared in front of everyone.

"Long time no see, do old friends still remember me?" The young man had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes only fell on the old man.

"Su..." The old man was struck by lightning. After a long time of rushing, he stood up and quickly leaned towards the man, "It's really you..."

The young man raised his hand and stopped him, "Let's talk about it in another place."

The old man nodded quickly, and the young man put a few shell coins on the table, and the two men disappeared from the restaurant without warning.

“Wow…”

This scene caused an uproar in the restaurant, and the two of them disappeared in an instant.

A god?

This old taro is really a god?

No wonder he knows so many old stories, but it turns out that they are hidden old gods?

The busy restaurant owner was standing there blankly at this moment. The scene in front of him seemed to subvert his perception. He seemed to have missed a fairy fate in vain?

...

Outside Taiping Town, ten miles away, there is a thatched gazebo next to the road.

"Brother Su, is it really you?" The old man's voice trembled, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

Su Hang sat opposite, looking at the dirty old man, and couldn't help but shake his head, "You have not seen each other for so many years, you have become so old. Should I call you Xiaorong or Fu Yaozi?"

An old man who is too old, called himself a eldest brother, is really weird.

This person is nothing else, but the feather child saved by Su Hang back then, Yu Rong. In a blink of an eye, the child back then has become an existence in the Heavenly Dao Realm, which is really sad.

"Brother Su naturally calls him whatever he wants." The old man smiled bitterly, "It's been 30 million years in a flash. Last time, Brother Su, you appeared in the world. I was unable to meet each other because of seclusion, which led to a regret for life. I thought it would be difficult to meet again from now on, and I didn't expect today..."

Speaking of this, the old man was so excited that he wanted to cry.

Su Hang shook his head, "I said back then that we will meet you if you are destined to be together, but you really surprised me. Unexpectedly, you will become a Fu Yaozi if you say a word."

Yu Rong said, "Without Brother Su, I either died at the mouth of the snake monster in the barren mountain or was destroyed by the Winged Dragon Clan. How could I worship in Ziyang Mountain or under the Ziyang Zhenren? How could I have today..."

As he spoke, Yu Rong talked endlessly and told Su Hang about his experiences over the years.

I have to say that he is really a storyteller. The road to cultivation is long and lonely. Tens of millions of years is enough to change the people around him one by one. Now that he can see an old friend, he naturally talks a lot.
Chapter completed!