Zhang Ruochen didn't know that this semi-saint mansion was not bought by Lu Youcai at all. In fact, it was originally an industry of the Divine Sword Holy Land.

Walking into the bamboo forest, Zhang Ruochen walked through a quiet stone path and followed the direction of the sound of the flute.

The clear sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

"Wow!"

In the forest, there are only the sound of water flowing from the stream and the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of an extremely pleasant woman came from the bamboo pavilion by the stream: "The people in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to shine."

That voice was both familiar but also a little strange.

Zhang Ruochen looked into the bamboo pavilion and saw a white woman sitting with her back facing him.

White, as white as snow.

In her hand, she held a yellowed bamboo flute and said, "Zhang Ruochen, how did you know this poem?"

Zhang Ruochen's eyes widened, and his heart felt like a tsunami collapse and a roar of ears, like a giant bell and the sound of thunder sounded in his ears.

This time, Zhang Ruochen heard it clearly!

It was indeed her voice.

Eight hundred years!

Eight hundred years later, there is still a chance to see you again. The playful and playful girl she used to be...is already white.

"Da da!"

Zhang Ruochen tried hard to restrain his emotions, and his mood was extremely complicated. With heavy steps, he walked into the bamboo pavilion step by step and stood opposite Kong Lanyou.

Kong Lanyou restrained her breath to the extreme, and no one could feel the fluctuations of power from her. She was like an ordinary woman, sitting there gracefully, with her beautiful eyes slightly raised and staring at Zhang Ruochen.

It is like a beautiful picture scroll. The woman in the picture scroll is like a goddess above the nine heavens, elegant, leisurely, quiet, and uninhabited by the fireworks of the world.

Her face has not changed much from eight hundred years ago. Her skin is fair and delicate than that of a baby's skin, bright red lips and slender eyelashes.

The eyes were pitch black like jade, giving people a feeling of unpredictable intelligence, but it was extremely bright, as if they could see through Zhang Ruochen's soul.

Although his face is not old, the green green on his head has become snow-white, symbolizing the loss of time.

Things change, and beauty changes.

Zhang Ruochen was very excited, but he had to keep calm, restrained his emotions, and tried to turn his eyes away from her, afraid that she would see the clues.

"How could it be her?"

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to recognize Kong Lanyou. He remembered that eight hundred years ago, just before he was killed by Chi Yao, he saw Kong Lanyou.

How could it be such a coincidence?

Could it be that his death was planned by Chi Yao and Kong Lanyou?

He has always trusted Kong Lanyou very much, just like he trusts Chi Yao, but... he died under Chi Yao's sword.

So, can he still trust Kong Lanyou?

Zhang Ruochen stared at the ground, clasped his fists with his hands, bowed slightly, his voice trembling, and said, "Junior Zhang Ruochen, I have seen senior."

Once upon a time, Kong Lanyou always took him as a role model to learn from, always following him, pestering him and getting tired of him, like a little tail that could not be shaken off.

But now, Zhang Ruochen dared not recognize her, and could only regard herself as a junior.

Kong Lanyou looked at Zhang Ruochen carefully, not letting go of any subtle movements or any look of Zhang Ruochen.

After a while, she said, "Zhang Ruochen, you haven't answered my question yet. How did you know that poem?"

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, completely restrained all his emotions, hid them deep in his heart, and said, "Senior is interrogating the younger generation?"

Kong Lanyou put down the bamboo flute in his hand, his voice became a little colder, and said in a questioning tone: "You have never seen me before, why do you know I am a senior? What if you and I are among the same generation?"

Zhang Ruochen said calmly: "Although my younger generation has a low level of cultivation and cannot see through my seniors' cultivation, I have seen some markets and know that my seniors are definitely not ordinary people. Besides, a person's eyes cannot hide secrets. The seniors' eyes are full of knowledge and knowledge, and have experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and cannot be possessed by young people."

Kong Lanyou's eyes did not blink, staring at Zhang Ruochen's eyes tightly, as if he wanted to see through Zhang Ruochen through his eyes.

After a moment, she said, "When I say that poem, normal people will definitely ask me how I know that poem. But you are not surprised at all, but instead question me. Why is this?"

Zhang Ruochen screamed inwardly, it was amazing.

Unexpectedly, the playful little girl has become so smart now. Zhang Ruochen just said one sentence and she caught two flaws.

Zhang Ruochen was not panicked, but instead pretended to be puzzled and said, "Didn't I have said this poem when I was in the Divine Sword Saint Land? Could it be that the senior is not from the Divine Sword Saint Land?"

Kong Lanyou frowned, and she felt like she punched the cotton, and all the strength was avoided by Zhang Ruochen.

"Did he really think I am from the Sacred Sword Land, or did he pretend to be like this on purpose?"

Kong Lanyou was a little confused and sat back and asked for the third time: "Where did you know about that poem?"

Zhang Ruochen said: "This is a secret. Please forgive me for not being able to tell me."

"What if I must force you to say it?"

Kong Lanyou's eyes became strong and he exhaled a cold light.

An invisible aura burst out from her body, and it rushed towards Zhang Ruochen like a tsunami.

She controlled her power very cleverly. Although that momentum seemed very strong, it was within Zhang Ruochen's tolerance.

Zhang Ruochen was calm and unsuspecting, "I think you shouldn't do this. Even if you force me, it won't work."

"Yeah?"

Kong Lanyou smiled slightly and raised a slender white arm as white as jade. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around him turned into a stream of spiritual energy and gathered towards her palms, condensing into a spherical cyclone.

A simple human-level low-grade martial arts, the spiral palm, became extremely exquisite and unpredictable under her urging, and seemed to be even more powerful than the ghost-level martial arts.

"Zhang Ruochen is a guest of our Yinkong Mercenary Group. If you attack him, don't blame me for being polite."

Nie Honglou was responsible for protecting Zhang Ruochen's safety, so of course he would not stand by. He immediately took a step forward, rushed forward, spread his hands, like a big roc spreading his wings.

Flames emerged from his hands, and his arms swirled around, condensed a huge ball of fire, and hit Kong Lanyou.

Kong Lanyou snorted coldly and waved his arm lightly.

The spherical cyclone held in the palm of his hand flew out and drove the fireball and Nie Honglou at the same time.

With a bang, the fireball disappeared and became a wisp of smoke.

Nie Honglou fell ten feet away, and his body fell lightly to the ground like a bamboo leaf.

Nie Honglou touched his chest and found that he was not injured at all, but was pushed away by the opponent's palm force, that's all.

It is precisely this that Nie Honglou even more shocked.

You know, he is the sixth transformation of Yulong's cultivation level, and his power is so powerful that even a strong man like Yin Yue Linkong can repel him, but after repelling, it is impossible for him to be as intact as he is now, without even a trace of pain.

It can be seen from this that the white woman's cultivation is still above the Silver Moon's Sky, and her control over her power has reached a level of ingenuity.

Could it be...she is a semi-saint?

Nie Honglou was shocked and dared not continue to take action.

If the other party is really hostile, just the palm just now can beat him and Zhang Ruochen to ashes.

Zhang Ruochen was still very calm, looked at Kong Lanyou, and said, "Even if you force me, it won't work. Everyone should have some secrets, right?"

"I won't force you."

Kong Lanyou retracted the momentum that had scattered out and said, "To be honest, I am quite curious about you and I have checked everything about you. Before the age of sixteen, you were weak and sick, and you could not even open the divine mark."

"After the age of sixteen, you opened the divine martial arts mark. In just three or four years, you grew from a thin boy who had been lying on a bed in a hospital all year round to a young king in the East Region. What did you experience when you were sixteen?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Don't everyone spread it. That year, I was accepted as a disciple by the Golden Dragon and became the descendant of the Buddha Emperor. Therefore, my cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds and become a dragon among humans."

"I don't believe it."

Kong Lanyou shook his head and said, "According to the information I received, when you got the Dragon Ball, you had already had a great perfection in the Earthly Realm. You were a genius student from the Wushi Academy. Moreover, when you were sixteen years old, you were not practicing Buddhist martial arts, but the spiritual-level low-level Tianxin Sword Technique. I really want to know, how could you know Tianxin Sword Technique?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Your information is really detailed. The cultivation level of the previous generation has spent so much energy. Is it worth investigating me as a junior?"

"Worth it! Why not? Not to mention now, even if it takes me another eight hundred years, it is still worth it, as long as there is a result." Kong Lanyou's eyes were blurred and covered with a layer of mist.

Zhang Ruochen felt ache in his heart. If it weren't for the efforts to restrain himself, he would probably have rushed up to tell her that he was the person she was looking for, and his relatives eight hundred years ago, and perhaps the only relatives.
Chapter completed!