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Duanmu home!

The incident of killing the prince, which caused a lot of noise during the day, has made the entire Yuhua Shen Dynasty nervous.

The gods are busy, converging the corpse, cleaning the ashes, and cleaning the battlefield.

At night, it was over.

The ordinary people are asleep, the gods are a big family, but the Duanmu family is brightly lit.

After Siya's husband came back, he was called by his ancestors.

There is an ancestor of the Duanmu family. I don’t know how many years he has lived. After countless years, he has not died. Every generation of the Duanmu family has to accept instructions from this ancestor for a period of time.

The next generation of Patriarch, Duan Muyue, Siya's husband, can be said to have grown up next to his ancestors.

From Duanmuyue's point of view, the ancestors had broad knowledge, long-term knowledge, and superb cultivation. They were the biggest trump card of the entire Duanmu family.

Squeak!

Duan Muyue pushed open the old ancestor's cabin.

Simple decoration, with a bookshelf in the center, the wooden house is exquisite, not big or small, suitable for a family to live in, but only an elderly person living in, it seems a bit lonely.

Duan Muyue knows that some old people don't like loneliness and want to be full of children and grandchildren and lively.

His ancestor is different. The ancestor likes to be with loneliness.

One of the walls in the wooden house is made of stone. There is a fireplace for burning. There is a rocking chair in front of the fireplace. On the rocking chair, an elderly man is lying quietly under a blanket.

The flame was still burning in the fireplace.

The old man is not too old, he looks a bit young compared to those who are about to die.

But the youthful appearance cannot conceal the decay inside.

Duan Muyue pushed the door in, and stood at the door for a quarter of an hour, staring at her ancestor without moving.

The ancestor was motionless, lying in the rocking chair, covered with a white blanket, breathing very weak, like a corpse.

Duan Muyue's nose suddenly sore. For some reason, he wanted to cry.

Duanmuyue was brought up by his ancestors since childhood. His parents died for the family. Duanmuyue, who was only three years old, was valued by his ancestors. He was taken with him and cultivated carefully, and he designated Duanmuyue as the next Duanmu family. Homeowner.

This is also the reason that Duan Muyue is different from the children of other aristocratic families. He was cultivated by his ancestors.

The ancestor is the closest person in his heart.

In fact, even his wife was appointed by his ancestors, and he said that Siya would help him and make him a double for life.

Duan Muyue never dared to forget the instructions of the ancestors, so he married Siya, never bothered, and did not take concubines. The husband and wife loved him and gave birth to a son.

Duan Muyue was kicked out by her ancestors when he became an adult, but he would come back every once in a while.

He personally watched the ancestor getting quieter and getting older.

It does not refer to the appearance of the ancestors, but the inside, temperament, and even the heart.

The ancestor's limit is here!

This is a fact that Duan Muyue is unwilling to think about.

But reason told him that it was true.

Duan Muyue slowly walked over, put a stick of firewood in the fireplace, and then looked at the ancestor with an expression of worship.

The ancestor is the greatest hero in the world in his heart.

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

"Ancestor, I disturbed your dreams." Duan Muyue apologized.

"I just had a sweet dream." The ancestor smiled.

Duan Muyue whispered: "My ancestor, share with me?"

"I dreamed of myself when I was young. At that time, I was as handsome, handsome, and ambitious as you, and I wanted to compare myself with God." The ancestor slowly said.

"The ancestor is also very good 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 truth that made Duan Muyue's heart sink.

"How come, the ancestors still have a long time." Duan Muyue said gently.

"You kid is really cute, do you know how old I am this year?" the ancestor asked.

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

"I seem to be... 30,000 years old," the ancestor said softly.

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

"Very surprised?" The ancestor smiled.

"Well, as far as I know, even if it is the legendary thirty-three steps, it is not 30,000 years old, right?" Duan Muyue hesitated.

"If you don't live, even if you live in the early 20s, it's pretty good. The cultivation method can last for thousands of eight hundred years, and you won't live for 30,000 years." The ancestor shook his head and said.

"How did the ancestor live so long?" Duan Muyue suppressed the sadness in her heart and asked curiously.

"See the tree outside the window?" The ancestor reached out and pointed.

Duan Muyue immediately looked at this tree. He was familiar with it and played under it when he was young.

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

"This is the soul-cultivating 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-cultivating tree, with many thoughts.

"The soul tree?" Duan Muyue said in surprise.

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

"Let me tell you a story." The old ancestor whispered.

Duanmuyue listened respectfully.

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

"So they rebelled!"

"Bring the oppressed people all over the world to rebel!"

"The two young men succeeded in the end, but at the last moment 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 capital of God."

The old ancestor talked about it and told his story.

Duan Muyue listened silently.

"But after he became the emperor, his suspicion became heavier and he always wanted to get rid of my Duanmu family. If it weren't for me, the Duanmu family would have been gone." The ancestor calmly said.

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

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

"What?" Duan Muyue looked surprised.

"The ancestor used the soul-raising wood to nourish himself until now, what did Taizong use?" Duan Muyue asked.

"I don't know, but it is very likely that it came from the same place as my soul-raising tree." The ancestor sighed softly.

"Where?" Duan Muyue asked curiously.

The ancestor was trying to answer, anyway, it was already the limit, and there was nothing to say.

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

The ancestor was shocked, looked behind the door, looked through everything, and saw a familiar thing, he was silent, and said: "Go and open the door for the messenger!"

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

Opening the door, he saw a hunk, holding a blood-red pocket watch, and looking at the ancestor.

The blood-red pocket watch was still ticking.