Chapter 64 As the old saying goes

Although she is already in the middle stage of the Golden Core and has a faint tendency to make a breakthrough, she is completely unable to teleport.

Although this Xuantian Patriarch is just a clone, his strength should be far above the Golden Core stage, at least...at least he is still at the Nascent Soul stage, and maybe already at the God Transformation stage.

Ning Zhao silently took a step back.

The young man saw her movements and chuckled, the thin lips under the mask slightly raised.

"Hey, the famous senior sister of the Spirit Sword Sect, does she get scared sometimes?"

No, bro, aren't you a clone? How come you still know so much? I wasn't even born when you ascended to the fairy world.

Ancestor Xuantian seemed to have seen what she was thinking. He raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a tiger tooth, "What's the matter? You think I'm old and shouldn't know so much?"

"Isn't there a saying that the sky is watching what you are doing? We are in heaven, and when we are too busy, we will naturally watch what you are doing."

Wait, that is to say, the immortals in the sky can see their usual scenes of making fools of themselves?

Is it equivalent to a live broadcast?

Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock.

Seeing that Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi both had dull faces, as if they were frightened, Patriarch Xuantian chuckled and said, "Tsk, it's really boring."

"The immortals in the sky are not so boring. The immortals are busy."

Ning Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still looked at Patriarch Xuantian with disbelief written all over his face.

Ancestor Xuantian suddenly came up to her, his eyes under the mask were very dark.

"Don't believe it?"

"Go ask your junior sister, she told me that you are the senior sister of the Spirit Sword Sect."

Ning Zhao turned to look at Noila Mo who was standing aside, and felt relieved when she saw her nodding in agreement.

"So, why did our ancestors bring us here?"

Ning Zhao looked at Patriarch Xuantian standing in front of him and felt that his figure looked familiar.

Isn't this... the man in red sitting under the haggard old man at the banquet just now?

Then why do you have to cover your face, even though you just showed your face?

Ancestor Xuantian shook his head slightly, curled his lips and said: "Of course..."

He suddenly changed his subject, "Of course it's because you young girls smell better than those smelly male monks."

Ancestor Xuantian deliberately wrinkled his nose again and took a deep breath, "But... this time, only you two little girls entered my illusion. I even made a special trip myself and wasted so many puppets. It's really...

It’s a bit of a loss.”

Ning Zhao: Um...is this allowed to be said?

Before she could say anything, Mo Yiyi screamed and jumped up, and the hand pointing at Patriarch Xuantian kept shaking.

"You...you...aren't you the ancestor of Xuantian? The immortal still wants to live as a shark?"

"You're a liar, right?"

Ancestor Xuantian shook his head and said in a very sincere tone, "No, I didn't lie."

"You little kids, how do you know the real me? What you see in books are just noble images created by the world. According to their ideas, it seems that if you are not a good person, you cannot ascend to the fairy world."

"People often say that you can't ascend to the immortal world if you have guilt in your heart. Since I started practicing, I've offended so many people. Logically speaking, I should feel a little guilty. How come I still ascend to the immortal world?"

Noila Mo was choked by his words and could only open her clear and stupid big eyes, turning her head to look at Ning Zhao helplessly.

Ning Zhao thought to himself: Why are you looking at me? I'm not familiar with him either.

The three of them were in a stalemate in silence. After a while, Patriarch Xuantian chuckled again and said, "Forget it, I won't tease you two little kids anymore."

"You two, go and separate the red beans and mung beans in the bamboo basket for me. You can go back after you separate them."

Is it that simple? Ning Zhao looked at the face wearing a green-faced fang mask in front of him and felt that none of this looked very real.

No, the plot of picking out beans of different colors...why does it look so much like a fairy tale?

Ancestor Xuantian naturally noticed Ning Zhao's direct and undisguised gaze, but he did not speak, and just pursed his lips toward the bamboo basket in the yard.

Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi walked cautiously towards the bamboo basket.

Ancestor Xuantian conjured up a recliner and sat on it, rocking it.

"Hey, I forgot to mention, you, pick the red beans." He suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at Noila Mo.

"You, pick the mung beans."

Ning Zhao picked up the mung beans resignedly.

Finally, no more mistakes were made. It took Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi half an hour to finish dividing the beans. One of the two small bamboo baskets in front of them was full, and the other was also full.

Ancestor Xuantian lowered his head and glanced at the two baskets of completely different colors of beans in front of him, and said with satisfaction: "Not bad."

"Your Spirit Sword Sect, in terms of perseverance, you still have some perseverance."

"Thousands of laws in the world are worthy of being broken into the immortal gate."

"Then... Ancestor, do we still need to complete the tasks on those notes?" Ning Zhao felt like his head was getting bigger at the thought of investigating his true identity in this small world.

Ancestor Xuantian patted his head and asked doubtfully: "Mission? What mission?"

"Oh, are you talking about those notes? Forget it, it was originally... a game taught to me by an old friend. However, I am too old and I don't know what to do next."

Ancestor Xuantian waved his sleeves, and Ning Zhao and Mo Yiyi only saw a golden light in front of them. When they opened their eyes again, they had returned to the main gate of the city lord's mansion painted in vermilion.

Ancestor Xuantian, wearing a mask and red clothes, has also disappeared.

The door was pushed open from the inside.

Chu Yu walked out with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

As soon as he saw Ning Zhao, he rushed over, "Senior sister!"

"You..." Are you okay? What injuries did you suffer?

Ning Yan, who jumped forward and hugged Ning Zhao, interrupted Chu Yu's unspoken question.

Ning Yan hugged Ning Zhao tightly, and after a while he let go. He looked at Ning Zhao carefully from head to toe twice, then sniffed and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay. It's okay."

good."

"Ancestor Xuantian probably didn't make things difficult for you. By the way, is he really as old as it is written in the ancient books, with gray hair and beard, plump heaven, and old age?"

Ning Zhao thought of the back of the skinny young man in red and shook his head seriously twice.

Although Patriarch Xuantian is old, he has a high level of cultivation. With such a high level of cultivation, would he really not consider casting a charm to temporarily preserve his youth?

Ah, no, my brother just said that the ancestor Xuantian in the ancient books is very old. Maybe this young man looks like someone who has already cast a spell.

Ning Zhao recalled for a moment and found nothing unusual about Patriarch Xuantian.

Ning Yan spat out a long string of words again like pouring beans.

"Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao, let me tell you, the paper ball that appeared out of thin air has also disappeared. Do you think it's strange or not?"

"I've only been a coachman for two days, and it's not enough yet!"

Another person walked out of the door. When he heard Ning Yan's words, he sneered and said, "I can't believe that the eldest young master of the Ning family in Zhongzhou is actually quite a coachman? Sure enough, the old saying goes well..."
Chapter completed!