I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

Just when Lin Meng and his colleagues passed through the small table of Gan Maoling's free clinic and continued to walk under the willow tree where the young man was, Gan Maoling, who was writing a prescription at his desk, suddenly raised his head and looked back at Lin Meng and others.

"No! Don't disturb Little Saint Master!"

Although Gan Maoling treats ordinary people to see a doctor, he is a master of the heavenly fairyland. Although he has been practicing medicine all his life, and his strength is not very good, his cultivation base is a real-world realm. At this moment, the speed of the heavenly fairyland broke out. Blocked in front of Lin Meng and others.

Little Sage?

Lin Meng couldn't figure it out. Why did Gan Maoling call that descendant of the Holy Land in this way, did he know his identity?

Gan Maoling's sudden act attracted the attention of everyone present, and a group of ordinary people began to whisper and talk, not knowing what happened.

Although the young man under the willow tree recognized the three famous masters in the world, Li Xianyu, Ren Pingsheng, and Shen Mengzhou, he still looked relaxed and content, and did not stand up to meet each other. Instead, he shook his folding fan and covered it. With half of his face, he snickered at Lin Meng and others, making it clear that he didn't want to see him.

This is the confidence and arrogance of the descendants of the saints, even if you are the descendants of the saints who have died, you can be a master of any kind in the world, and you will not be able to see you if you want to.

Who can't ask for the life-saving panacea in his hand!

Ren Pingsheng and others frowned, and it was not easy to break through, let alone stand still.

At this moment, Lin Meng had an idea, and opened his mouth to chant a poem to the youth under the willow tree.

"Staring indifferently at the changes in the mulberry field, the beauty of the sacred field will fade through the ages. A few people asked for longevity and live forever for me!"

Ren Pingsheng and others frowned and looked at Lin Meng, wondering what they meant.

But when the young man under the willow tree heard these two poems, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened, and even the motion of shaking the fan in his hand was a pause.

Others don't know, but he knows it clearly. At this time, the Saint Lingbao in the Huitian Holy Land and the blue wall at the end of the Huitian Baibu Corridor were inscribed by his master Huitian Saint!

Although the Holy Land of Huitian opens every 100 years, the people of the world can go back to the Tianbaibu Gallery to get opportunities, and even the one who has walked the most steps and took the shortest time can become the next descendant of the Holy Land.

But in the past five hundred years, no one has been able to walk a hundred steps in the Huitian Hundred Steps Corridor. Even as the descendant of the Huitian Holy Land, he did his best to walk 89 steps to become the longest person. It was later accepted as a descendant.

It was not until he became the descendant of the Holy Land of Huitian that he was able to see the blue wall inscription!

And the other party can actually know this blue wall inscription, it definitely has a background!I don’t even know which sage came out. I can’t neglect or neglect what I saw in the classics!

The Tsing Yi youth hurriedly put away the folding fan in his hand and greeted Gan Maoling:

"Don't stop, let a few distinguished guests come in!"

After hearing the sound, Gan Maoling glanced at Tsing Yi youth strangely, but did not refute, but slightly apologized to Lin Meng and the others, then stepped out and returned to his free clinic at his small table.

Ren Pingsheng and others all looked at Lin Meng in surprise, wondering what the secret behind the poem just now could have caused such a big change in the attitude of the descendant of the Holy Land who looked like a proud and indifferent person. Become...

Li Xianyu looked at the smile on Tsing Yi's young man's face and nodded firmly in his heart.

Yes, it is becoming enthusiastic and even flattering!

This smile Li Xianyu felt strangely familiar. The Tsing Yi youth smiled and waved a folding fan at them, just like the old bustards in those places where he used to go and waved a handkerchief at him with a smile. The gestures and smiles were exactly the same!

What kind of poem it is that can make this good end a descendant of the Holy Land look like this.

Li Xianyu, who was experienced in a certain aspect, pulled his mouth stiffly, and took the lead to walk towards the young man. Ren Pingsheng and others had less experience in that aspect than Li Xianyu, but thought that the young man’s smile was strange and did not think much about it. .

Lin Meng everyone sat around the stone table in front of the Tsing Yi youth. The youth completely ignored Li Xianyu and others, looked at Lin Meng with a somewhat flattering smile, and directly reported to his family:

"Xia Nai is Liu Desheng, the descendant of the Holy Land of Huitian, dare to ask Shaoxia Zun's surname? Where does he learn from?

He is a descendant of the holy land of a dead saint, and the other party is likely to be a descendant of the holy land with a living saint. Liu Desheng dare not hold it in front of Lin Meng.

Lin Meng was a little uncomfortable, so he pulled his face awkwardly, and slightly arched his hand to the other party:

"In Anyang, the Sword Sect of the Lower Five Mountains, I studied under Gu Anmin, the sword fairy of Tai'an!"

"Oh!"

Liu Desheng raised his head slightly, prolonged the tone, his face was knowing, and then he didn't say a word, but first poured a cup of tea for Lin Meng, and then took a turn to pour a cup for Ren Pingsheng and the others, and then smiled towards Lin Meng. Transsion asked:

"Dare to ask you who came from under that great holy seat?"

Liu Desheng is also a person who knows the rules. Seeing that Lin Meng didn't say anything, he didn't ask questions in words. Knowing that Lin Meng wanted to hide his identity, he used voice transmission to ask questions, giving Lin Meng a complete answer.

Lin Meng also grinned contentedly at Liu Desheng, and slowly uttered two words with the sound transmission of the soul.

"Ten, absolutely!"

Huitian Holy Land has always remained neutral and did not participate in matters between the rivers and lakes and the saints, or is not qualified to participate, and tells such a person who is also a descendant of the Holy Land and maintains neutrality and abides by the rules, Lin Meng is still at ease.

But when he heard these two words, Liu Desheng was not calm, his hands shaking the tea cup, he almost fell to the ground, his smile instantly stiffened.

Ten unique... ten unique!

Liu Desheng has a deep memory of this name. When he was born every ten years, he walked and exchanged treasures, his master, the remnant soul of the Huitian Saint who was lodged in the Huitian Hundred Steps Corridor, had to tell him something.

"There are three kinds of saint's cause and effect that should not be contaminated this time. One is the cause and effect of the Temple of War, the other is the cause and effect of most of Tianming, and the third is the cause and effect of the old madman."

"If you offend the Temple of the Gods of War, those lunatics will disdain to kill you, and you will be over after teaching you; if you provoke Tianming's true moody lunatics, you will at most lose your life."

"But if you provoke that old madman, you are causing trouble for your teacher. He will not deal with you, but he will directly call the teacher’s Huitian Holy Land and demolish the Tianbaifu Gallery as your teacher! You know! For the teacher, there is only one remnant soul staying in the Tian Hundred-Step Corridor this time, and the recovery is indefinitely, unable to withstand these tossments."

"So you must remember not to cause trouble for your teacher outside. One is to protect your own life, and the other is to protect the life of your teacher!"

Every time Liu Desheng was born and walked, the remnant soul of the Huitian Saint would tell his face and order again and again, and he had to use means to directly imprint these things in his soul.

How could Liu Desheng forget it, but unexpectedly, not long after he was born, the first heir to the Holy Land he encountered was the heir of the ten must-have old people who had been repeatedly instructed by the master!