Bank of The Universe

Gods!

Duanmujia!

The prince-killing incident, which was so violent during the day, has made the entire emperor's dynasty nervous.

The gods are busy all over, consolidating corpses, clearing ashes, and cleaning the battlefield.

At night, it came to an end.

Ordinary people are asleep, God is a big family, but the Duanmu family is brightly lit.

When Si Ya's husband returned, he was called by his ancestors.

The Duanmu family has an ancestor who has lived for many years and has experienced countless years and has not died. Each generation of the head of the Duanmu family must accept the guidance of this ancestor for some time.

The next generation of family heads, Duan Muyue, Siya’s husband, can be said to have grown up with his ancestors since childhood.

In Duanmuyue's view, the ancestors have broad knowledge and long-term knowledge, and they have become superb. They are the biggest cards of Duanmujia.

Squeak!

Duan Muyue pushed away the ancestral cabin.

Simple decoration, a bookshelf is placed in the center, the wooden house is very beautiful, not too big or small, suitable for a family to live in, but only living in an old man, it seems a bit lonely.

Duan Muyue knows that some old people do not like loneliness and want to be full of children and grandchildren.

His ancestor is different. He loves to be alone.

There is a stone wall in the wooden house, there is a fireplace where you can burn, there is a rocking chair in front of the fireplace, an old man lying on the rocking chair covered with a blanket quietly.

The flames were still burning in the fireplace.

The old man is not too old, and he looks a little younger than those who will die.

But the appearance of youth can't hide the decay inside.

Duan Muyue pushed the door in and stood at the door for a quarter of an hour. Without moving, he stared at his ancestor like this.

The ancestor lay motionless, lying in a rocking chair, covered with a white blanket, his breath was weak, like a corpse.

Duan Muyue suddenly had a sore nose, not knowing why, he wanted to cry.

Duanmuyue was brought up by his ancestors from a young age. His parents died for his family. Duanmuyue, who was only three years old, was valued by his ancestors. He was brought by him and cultivated carefully. Homeowner.

This is also the reason why Duanmuyue is different from other family children. He was cultivated by his ancestors.

Patriarch is the closest person in his heart.

In fact, even his wife was appointed by his ancestors, and said that Si Ya would help him and let him have two people in his life.

The ancestor's instructions, Duan Muyue never dared to forget, so he married Si Ya, never bothered, nor concubine, husband and wife love, gave birth to a son.

Duanmuyue was kicked out by his ancestors as an adult, but he would come back every once in a while to see.

He watched his ancestors become quieter and older with his own eyes.

Not the appearance of the ancestor, but the inner, temperament, and even that heart.

The grand ancestor's limit is here!

This is the fact that Duan Muyue is neither willing nor willing to think.

But reason told him that this is true.

Duan Muyue walked over slowly, reached out to add a piece of firewood in the fireplace, and then looked at the ancestor and looked at it.

Patriarch is the biggest hero in the world.

"Duanmuyue, you are here." The ancestor slowly opened his eyes and saw Duanmuyue smiled leisurely, his tone calm.

"Ancestor, disturb your sweet dream." Duan Muyue apologized.

"I just had a beautiful dream." Ancestor smiled.

Duan Muyue whispered: "Long Zu share with me?"

"I dreamed that when I was young, at that time, I was as handsome, handsome, and ambitious as you. I wanted to compare with Tiangong." The ancestor slowly said.

"Ancestor is very powerful now." Duan Muyue said from the heart.

"No, I'm getting older. My limit is coming." The ancestor smiled and waved his hand, telling the fact that Duan Muyue's heart sank.

"How come, Patriarch still has a long time." Duan Muyue said softly.

"You kid is really flattering, do you know how old I am this year?" Patriarch asked.

Duan Muyue shook his head, he really didn't know.

"I seem... thirty thousand years old." The ancestor whispered.

Duan Muyue looked at his ancestor in surprise, thirty thousand years old?

"Amazed?" Ancestor smiled.

"Well, as far as I know, even if it is a thirty-three-step legend, it can't live for thirty thousand years old?" Duan Muyue hesitated.

"If you can't live, even if you are in your early 20s, it will be very good. The practice of keeping in good health can last for a thousand and eighty years, but you can't live for thirty thousand years." The ancestor shook his head.

"How did the ancestor live so long?" Duan Muyue asked, cursing his sadness.

"Do you see the tree outside the window?" Patriarch reached out and pointed.

Duan Muyue looked at it immediately. He was familiar with the tree. When he was young, he played under the tree.

This is a black tree with no branches, like a piece of wood, standing here, I don’t know how long it has been.

"This is a soul tree, that is, it has been nourishing my soul and body, so that I can continue to live." The ancestor said lightly, looking at the soul tree, thinking.

"Spirit tree?" Duan Muyue surprised.

"Where did you get it?" Duan Muyue asked.

"I'll tell you a story." The ancestor said.

Duan Muyue listened and listened.

"Thirty thousand years ago, there were two young people with great talents and blood, and wanted to start a career."

"So they rebelled!"

"Rebel with the oppressed people of the world!"

"The two young men finally succeeded, but at the last minute there was a gap and gap because of the throne."

"In the end he won. He became the emperor. I created the Duanmu family and settled in the god capital."

The ancestor said, telling his story.

Duan Muyue listened silently.

"But after he became the emperor, his suspicion became heavier and he wanted to get rid of my Duanmu family. If it were not for me, the Duanmu family would have disappeared." The ancestor calmly said.

"That person is Taizong, the founder of the Emperor Shen Dynasty?" Duan Muyue asked.

"It's him, you know? He's not dead yet." Patriarch said lightly.

"What?" Duan Muyue looked in surprise.

"The ancestor used moisturizing wood to moisten himself to the present. What did Taizong use?" Duan Muyue asked.

"I don't know, but it is probably from the same place as my soul-cultivating wood." Pao sighed softly.

"Where?" Duan Muyue asked curiously.

The ancestor wanted to answer. Anyway, the limit has come, and there is nothing to say.

But at this time, bang bang, knocking on the door sounded.

The ancestor froze, looking at the door, looking through everything, seeing a familiar thing, he was silent, saying, "Go open the door to the messenger!"

"Messenger, where did the messenger come from?" Duan Muyue was puzzled and very puzzled, but he went to open the door.

Opening the door, I saw a macho, holding a blood-red pocket watch, and looked at the ancestor.

The blood-red pocket watch is still ticking.