"City Lord Liang is here again?" Dan Yangsheng held the scroll in his hand and said calmly without raising his head.

"Fellow Taoist, haven't you figured it out yet?"

Liang Yan stood outside the cell and sighed softly: "Now that Emperor Burying Heaven is dead and Tiangong City has been destroyed, everything you followed is meaningless."

After hearing this, Dan Yangsheng put down the scroll in his hand and said leisurely: "City Lord Liang, there is no need to persuade me anymore. My life was saved by Emperor Burial of Heaven. I swore allegiance to him back then. Even if Tiangong City is destroyed and Emperor Burial of Heaven dies,

I will no longer be loyal to any other force."

"Bei Ming went against the grain and caused a loss of life. How many people died tragically on the Antarctic continent, and you turned a blind eye?" Liang Yan said solemnly.

Dan Yangsheng sighed: "What is the meaning of right and wrong? The city lord is dead, I have no intention of arguing. As for this humble life, fellow Taoist can take it at any time, which can be regarded as a pardon for Tiangong City."

"It seems that Taoist friend doesn't want to look back?" Liang Yan raised his eyebrows.

Dan Yangsheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "City Lord Liang is indeed a hero, and you are the only one who is willing to give me a chance. However, I have accumulated a lot of trouble, and it is a remnant of the previous era. It is better not to drag City Lord Liang down, and I just want to give you a chance."

I am so happy..."

Liang Yan said with a smile: "You can see that more than two thousand years of hard work have been wasted, but what about your descendants?"

"Future generations?"

Dan Yangsheng smiled, without even opening his eyes: "How can I have any descendants? People like me don't deserve descendants. City Lord Liang, you'd better take action quickly. Every breath I have left in this world will be torture."

.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a childish voice suddenly sounded in the dark dungeon:

"Grandpa Taizu..."

Hearing this voice, Dan Yangsheng frowned slightly and opened his eyes leisurely.

He turned around almost subconsciously and looked outside the cell.

I saw a handsome boy hiding behind Liang Yan, half of his body exposed, looking at himself in the cell with some fear and some curiosity.

The boy was only seven or eight years old. He was holding a windmill in his hand and his big eyes were flashing, making him look very agile.

Dan Yangsheng felt a strange feeling in his heart, and his expression changed again and again.

After a moment, he said tremblingly: "Good boy... what did you call me just now?"

The boy looked up at Liang Yan and saw the latter nodded slightly, so he mustered up his courage and shouted again: "Grandpa Taizu?"

Danyang was struck by lightning and looked at Liang Yan with disbelief: "He, he..."

"He is your eighty-ninth great-great-grandson, Danyang Ning." Liang Yan said lightly.

"How is that possible? I have no bloodline left in the world at all!"

"Fellow Taoist, you have forgotten that before you started to practice, you once had a wife. However, you encountered bandits later, which caused you to be separated from your family, and then you accidentally embarked on the road of practice."

When Dan Yangsheng heard this, he felt in a trance in his mind.

Memories that have been dusty for a long time gradually become clear at this moment...

"Lan'er? He is the descendant of me and Lan'er?" Dan Yangsheng murmured.

"Not bad." Liang Yan nodded.

"This is impossible. After I established the foundation, I went back to my hometown to see the village. The village had long been razed to the ground by bandits, as had seven or eight nearby villages. How could Lan'er... be still alive?

?”

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "Your wife was not dead. She was rescued by a passing cultivator and brought back to the sect. She was pregnant at the time. She gave birth to a son after ten months of pregnancy. Unexpectedly, she had spiritual roots.

With his outstanding talent, he was accepted as a closed disciple by the then sect leader. After that, the Danyang clan spread out there and gradually became the mainstay of the sect..."

Having said this, he reached out and touched Dan Yangning's forehead, and continued: "This baby's spiritual root was also detected not long ago. In a few months, he will join the sect and learn the method of cultivation."

When Dan Yangsheng heard this, his tiger body trembled and he murmured: "Is it really my bloodline? I, Dan Yangsheng, have done many evil things, but there is still a bloodline left in the world?"

It's no wonder that he is so rude. The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the harder it is for him to have descendants, and they no longer have this idea.

Those Tongxuan True Monarchs and Huajie Ancestors almost never have any heirs.

On the contrary, they value more the bloodline they left behind before practicing Taoism. That kind of flesh-and-blood relationship is their most real human emotion.

"Grandpa Taizu, what's wrong with you?"

After all, blood is thicker than water. When the boy saw Dan Yangsheng shed tears, he couldn't help but feel sad.

He boldly walked out from behind Liang Yan and slowly walked towards Dan Yangsheng.

Liang Yan opened the cell for him.

Soon, the grandfather and grandson, eighty-nine generations apart, reunited in this small cell.

"Good boy..."

Dan Yangsheng looked at the timid boy in front of him and burst into tears.

"Grandpa Taizu, please don't cry. The elders in the family are very happy to hear that you are still alive." Dan Yangning shook his knees and laughed in a clear voice.

"Um."

Dan Yangsheng nodded, and the more he looked at Dan Yangning, the more he liked him.

Liang Yan suddenly said at this time: "The Burying Emperor laid out a huge killing array and sacrificed blood to hundreds of millions of living beings in the Antarctic Immortal Continent, forcing these hidden sects to show up. With the strength of the Danyang clan, they could not escape this sacrifice, but

Their sect happened to be located near Wushuang City, and they hid in the barrier left by Linghu Bai before the formation was launched, and thus survived the catastrophe."

"Your descendants have been saved, but what about those who died innocently? They also had loved ones, relatives, friends, and teachers... but now they have all turned into dust. Is someone like the Burying Emperor really worthy of your service?

"

"well!"

When Dan Yangsheng heard this, he sighed, his eyes extremely complicated.

"My sins will never be forgiven without death!"

He looked lonely and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Danyang Shengkong has a lot of abilities, but he has never thought about the truth of this world. Only after experiencing it personally did he understand how stupid he was before..."

Liang Yan did not speak, but stood aside and listened quietly.

Dan Yangsheng was silent for a moment, and then said: "From now on, I will entrust this sinful body to the Lord Liang. As long as the Lord has a destiny, even if I go through fire and water, I will not hesitate!"

"good!"

Liang Yan smiled slightly: "From today on, you are the guest elder of my Wushuang City. I hope you can sincerely repent and help Wu Ci rebuild the Wushuang Domain."

After hearing this, Dan Yangsheng nodded silently and bowed to him.

…………

Half a year later.

In a certain mountain forest in Wushuang City, a small stream flows slowly.

The flowers and leaves beside the stream are colorful and intertwined, and there are swaying willows, caressing the water, which is poetic and picturesque.

A man and a woman were sitting on the shore, with a chessboard in the middle.

The man leaned against the boulder and gazed leisurely into the distance, feeling at ease; but the woman propped her head on her hands, stared at the chessboard, and thought hard about the best strategy.

After a long time, the woman put down the chess piece in her hand and sighed: "Why did you lose again!"

There was a slim girl sitting behind her, who smiled and said: "Brother-in-law, why don't you know how to give in?"

The man and woman playing chess are naturally Liang Yan and Wu Xin.

As for the person sitting behind Wuxin, it is her biological sister, Jia Ruoyan...

Liang Yan glanced at the chessboard and said calmly: "Your sister has something on her mind and her thoughts are not in this chess game, otherwise she would not have lost so quickly."

Wuxin pursed his lips and smiled: "I can't hide anything from you!"

Liang Yan silently gathered the chess pieces together and asked, "What do you want to tell me today?"

Wuxin put away his smile and hesitated for a moment.

Finally, she made up her mind, took a deep breath and said, "I'm here today to say goodbye to you."

Liang Yan's expression remained unchanged and he didn't look surprised.

"Are you leaving?"

"Um."

Wu Xin nodded and said sternly: "In the blink of an eye, it has been more than four hundred years since I fled from the Demon Clan to the Human Clan. The scenes of the tragic death of my clan members back then often flashed through my mind... Now I have escaped

After four tribulations, the cultivation level is equivalent to that of the Sub-Sacred Realm, and it is time to return to the Demonic Continent."

Liang Yan sighed: "This is a difficult and dangerous journey. I should have walked with you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Xin smiled and said, "I know your difficulties. You are now the Lord of Wushuang City and cannot leave here at will. Besides, I had no intention of asking you to accompany me."

Having said this, Wu Xin's face became solemn and he said seriously: "Liang Yan, you have to remember that the human race and the demon race are feuding people. Although you and I don't care, it doesn't mean that others see it that way... With your current cultivation level, once

Once we step into the Demonic Continent, we will immediately be hunted by all forces. Not only will we not be able to protect me, but we will be put in danger."

After hearing this, Liang Yan nodded silently.
To be continued...