The old immortal comes out of seclusion.

This is a big event that shocked the whole world.

After receiving the news, the court directly asked the largest local official to go to the Immortal Gate to congratulate the old immortal.

The officials brought heavy gifts, but did not see the old immortal. They only received a disdainful sentence, "Let the current emperor come to see me."

Song Nan sat in the palace anxiously when he heard this sentence.

He didn't dare to go. He wanted to wake up Chen Xia, but he was afraid of being punished by Chen Xia. In this case, he would really be at a loss for both ends.

So Song Nan prepared his car and hurried to Xianmen.

But he still didn't see the old immortal, and was only entertained by an elder of the immortal sect.

The elder sat at the table and glanced at Song Nan who had arrived. He didn't take it to heart at all, and didn't let Song Nan sit down. He just said casually.

"The sect master asked me to tell you that if the Song Dynasty wants to exist in the future, all the people in the territory must worship his statues."

Song Nan was startled and looked extremely embarrassed. He clasped his fists at the elder and said, "But in the Song Dynasty, there are already statues of the Master of the State."

"Heh." The elder sneered, "I don't care about that. If you still want the Great Song Dynasty to exist, just do as you are told."

"Otherwise, we wouldn't mind changing to a more obedient dog."

The elder's words were all insults, and he didn't take Song Nan seriously at all.

Song Nan looked a little gloomy, but did not dare to reply.

The elder glanced at him and sneered: "Master Imperial Master, if you want to honor him, I advise you to accept this ridiculous idea as soon as possible."

"Today's sect master has broken through to the realm of golden elixir and is invincible in the world. Even the immortals from the upper world are no match for the sect master. You, a mere mortal, still want to resist, which is ridiculous!"

"Go back and think about it yourself. I'll give you three days. If you haven't made a decision after three days, I won't be here to talk to you."

"It's the sect leader who is talking to you in the imperial city."

Song Nan looked calm, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth and replied.

"yes."

"Yeah." The elder waved his hand casually, "Go back and think about it carefully."

Song Nan stopped talking and turned around and quickly returned to the imperial city.

He wanted to wake up Chen Xia, but there was no way. The hundred-meter-deep soil blocked all sounds, so he had to dig all the way. But how could he finish digging in three days?

Huang Qingyue, the only person who could possibly wake up Chen Xia, still disagreed and said worriedly.

"Brother Chen is at a critical moment in seclusion. If you go and disturb him now, what will happen if Brother Chen is injured?"

Song Nan had no choice but to sit in the imperial city, not going anywhere, waiting for the old immortal to come to him, and we would discuss it later.

If it doesn't work, we can only change the object of worship to the old immortal, and wait until Chen Xia comes out of seclusion.

He is really troubled and thinks about troubles every day.

The three days came quickly.

Everyone saw a sword flying out from the Immortal Gate, and then a figure stepped on the sword, walked a hundred miles in thirty breaths, and hung above the imperial city. His calm voice spread throughout the imperial city.

"Who is the current emperor? Come out and see me."

Before Song Nan went out, Jiu Qian was already face to face with the old immortal.

The old immortal stepped on the flying sword, with a calm expression, and said casually: "You dare to come out this time, are you prepared to seek death?"

The nine thousand year old man folded his sleeves with his hands and laughed in a high-pitched voice: "As a servant of the royal family, you naturally have to fulfill your duties."

"Forget it." The old immortal waved his hand and said with a look of disdain on his old but majestic face.

"Stop talking. I feel sick when I hear your voice. People like you have the nerve to say that you practice the immortal way, but you don't claim to be a slave."

Nine Thousand Years Old smiled and said, "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders."

"You are so weird, can you block my sword?" The old immortal snorted coldly, and the flying sword trembled under his feet.

Jiu Qiansui smiled and said: "Try it."

"Are you worthy?" With a cold snort, the old immortal did not draw his sword, but just pointed his finger.

The nine-thousand-year-old fell from the highest point of the imperial city in an instant, penetrated the wall, and smashed into the ruins. He did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The old immortal stood in the air and said in a cold tone: "Emperor of the Song Dynasty, I will give you the last three breaths."

One breath.

Song Nan had already come out and stood on the ground. Under the watchful eyes of the patrol department and civil and military officials, he cupped his fists and said to the old immortal.

"Song Nan has met the old immortal."

The old immortal glanced at him and said disdainfully: "Are you worthy of standing and talking to me?"

"Kneel down!"

This sentence was like a divine power, shocking Song Nan's face to turn pale, and he couldn't help but kneel down towards the ground.

The old immortal said slowly: "You emperors of the Song Dynasty are very rude. You don't even like to kneel down when you see me. You don't really think that this world belongs to you, do you?"

Song Nan gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and replied.

"This is what the old immortal taught me."

The patrol officers and civil and military officials who were watching looked horrified, and it was hard to imagine that the almighty emperor could look so humble.

"Have you thought about what I asked the elder to tell you three days ago?" the old immortal asked again.

Song Nan nodded and agreed: "As the old immortal wishes."

"Yes." The old immortal nodded lightly and said casually: "If you can handle it well, I will let you manage this world. Otherwise, let me find someone else. After all, I am looking for an obedient dog."

Song Nan gritted his teeth and did not dare to refute, so he could only nod.

The old immortal looked down casually, then the flying sword suddenly dropped, hanging a hundred meters high, and continued to ask.

"I heard that in the past hundred years, another immortal has appeared in the world. He was also your imperial master in the Song Dynasty. His statue is now enshrined."

"Entrusting." Song Nan nodded.

The old immortal raised his brows, waved his hand and said: "Let him come out to see me. If he killed the disciple who closed my door eighty years ago, one life will be worth one life."

Song Nan gave a wry smile and said, "The Imperial Master is in retreat, I'm afraid I won't be able to scream out."

"Young monk, do you still need to be in seclusion?" The old immortal smiled disdainfully, the flying sword under his feet trembled, and he approached the secret room in a blink of an eye and sneered.

"This is it."

The flying sword at his feet gathered sword energy and was about to be chopped down.

"Stop!" A clear and angry shout sounded, and the woman in a goose-yellow skirt was holding a sword and glaring at him.

The old immortal raised his eyebrows, looked at the sword in her hand without looking at Huang Qingyue, and asked.

"Are you also a swordsman?"

The flying sword under his feet was still condensing sword energy and was ready to fall at any time.

Huang Qingyue raised her beautiful eyebrows, extremely angry, and shouted again: "I told you to stop!"

"What if I don't stop?" The old immortal smiled disdainfully.

Suddenly the sword roared!

Huang Qingyue's figure arrived in an instant, and the sword in his hand struck straight at the old immortal's head.

The old immortal raised a disdainful smile on his lips, and was not even willing to draw his sword. He blocked it with one finger, held it against the blade, and flicked it lightly.

The blade of the sword broke, and Huang Qingyue's figure stepped back a hundred steps and crashed into the wall. Her pretty face was pale and blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth.

The old immortal smiled disdainfully, "You, an ant, have the nerve to hold a sword in front of me. I can kill you with just one finger."

He actually stretched out a finger, with the sword energy lingering on it, pointing at Huang Qingyue's eyebrows.

"Old Immortal, wait a minute." Someone flashed out of the imperial city. It was a thin old man in white clothes. He was looking at the old Immortal to please him and said.

"This little girl has some talent for cultivation. I wonder if the old immortal can give it to me. I will take it back and use it as a cauldron for cultivation."

The old immortal glanced at him and asked: "The way you told me about absorbing the incense and wish power to practice is really feasible?"

The emaciated old man nodded quickly and said: "This is the secret that my overseas qigong practitioners have not passed on. It will definitely work. If it doesn't work, the old immortal can kill me on my neck. I will have no complaints."

"It's best this way." The old immortal nodded, turned to look at Huang Qingyue, and asked again: "Is there any chance for her?"

The thin old man nodded quickly, "There are some small opportunities, but they are not big. I just have some talent in cultivation, and it is best to use them to make a furnace."

Huang Qingyue vomited blood from the corner of her mouth, got up with difficulty, looked at the two people, gritted her teeth and said

"Don't touch Brother Chen, just come to me!"

The thin old man nodded and grinned: "Of course I will find you, but not now, but later in bed, haha!"

Huang Qingyue gritted her teeth, and the mysterious energy in her body turned instantly, and she actually wrote an extremely simple Taoist symbol. The broken sword in her hand suddenly shone, and the sword energy overflowed, and she threw it towards the emaciated old man.

As the sword energy stirred, arcs of light were drawn in the air.
To be continued...