"Really?"

Under the bright light, Mr. Zhuge and Zhuge Qing showed a look of surprise at the same time.

Chen Dong frowned and his expression was complicated.

The name of the thief Xu Qingfeng has been heard more than once.

Even Zhao Polu was the descendant of the thief Xu Qingfeng.

Chen Daojun and Wuchang racked their brains countless times to find the gap in Zhao Polu and explore the whereabouts of the thief Xu Qingfeng.

Now... this existence is in contact with the Zhuge family again.

In a trance, Chen Dong was looking forward to meeting the legendary thief!

Chen Dong came to his senses, rubbed his nose, and said embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I have indeed heard of the name of the thief Xu Qingfeng, so I exclaimed just now, but..."

He pointed to the wooden box where the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" was placed: "This Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts really has nothing to do with me, and I am still in Mobei."

"But the people who worship the mountain say it is related to you."

Old Master Zhuge solemnly took out a roll of rice paper from his arms.

This is the piece of paper that penetrates the beams of the house during the day.

After unfolding, Chen Dong looked at the handwriting on the rice paper in a deep and serious manner, and his mind was growing wildly like wild grass.

"If you ask you to kneel down, you have to kneel down. Thank you Chen Dong, I won't thank you!"

A few simple sentences, the former shows domineering spirit, and Chen Dong was even able to imagine the scene at that time, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

But the subsequent words puzzled him.

Next second.

"Qing'er, why don't you kneel down?"

Old Master Zhuge said in a deep voice.

Zhuge Qing seemed to have expected it, without hesitation, kneeled on the ground with his knees and raised three fingers with his right hand at the same time.

Suddenly, he repeated the poisonous oath that had risen in front of the ancestral hall in front of Chen Dong.

Chen Dong was completely stunned. At this moment, reason suppressed the joy and excitement in his heart.

"Which fairy teammate gave this a magical assist?"

This is what Chen Dong thought.

His relationship with the Zhuge family has always been not actually a true relationship between subordinates and servants.

The world is bustling for profit, and the world is bustling for profit.

This is probably the case with his relationship with the Zhuge family.

This has been the case from the beginning to the end until now.

Chen Dong knew very well that there was no free lunch in the world.

Therefore, after receiving the support of the Zhuge family, he did not hesitate to provide benefits to the Zhuge family.

Not only the Zhuge family, but also Zhou Yanqiu, Zhou Zunlong and others, as long as they appeared to support him on their father's birthday, he would not hesitate to share his interests.

With the background of the Zhuge family, the aristocratic family that lasted for thousands of years was able to surrender to his command, which gave him the right to speak in Western Shu. Therefore, when the Qin family changed drastically, he also helped the Zhuge family to Western Shu.

The location of the first wealthy family.

Even after Qin Ye and Qin Xiaoqian were in control of the Qin family, this position had never shaken the Zhuge family.

This time, although it was a bit helpless to establish the Zhuge family's overlord status in Western Shu, Chen Dong never hesitated.

The Qin family was destroyed, Qin Ye and Qin Xiaoqian were seriously injured and could not control the Qin family for the time being. Letting the Zhuge family swallow the Qin family and conduct a transfer of interests will only bring more support from the Zhuge family.

Even when he reached this point, he never thought that the Zhuge family would be willing to bow to his hands.

The wealthy family is proud, and the aristocratic family is even more so!

Thousand-year inheritance has shown glory in the long river of history and has been magnificent for thousands of years.

Such aristocratic families are unparalleled in their bones and blood, and they are self-reliant as kings.

The wolf pack even lowered its head, but the Beast King never would.

Just like the snowy lion has never surrendered even if he was kept in the Huns. This is actually the same as the Zhuge family and the snowy lion.

And now... the family surrenders and share life and death!

This is the result of any force that you dare not dream of indulgence!

But Chen Dong got it right.

However, Chen Dong quickly woke up from his surprise.

He did not say much, but stepped forward to help Zhuge Qing up.

"From now on, Chen Dong will be immortal, and the Zhuge family will be immortal."

The words are sincere and powerful.

Since he has obtained the loyal surrender of the Zhuge family, he has to show his determination as the leader.

In the ancestral hall, the lights are shining.

Chen Dong, Mr. Zhuge and Zhuge Qing laughed at the same time.

Even if there is a flood in the future, Chen Dong and the Zhuge family will never have any gaps.

"It's a great congratulation. If it weren't for Mr. Chen's blessing, I, the foundation of the Zhuge family, wouldn't know when I would return."

Mr. Zhuge's eyes were red, and he looked at the wooden box excitedly and sighed.

Chen Dong looked over with his eyes.

He didn't understand the Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts.

But what can be regarded as the foundation by the Zhuge family must have its unique treasure.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Dong smiled awkwardly.

"Mr. Zhuge, I have a heartless request."

As soon as the words are spoken.

Mr. Zhuge, who turned his back to him, seemed to have already expected it, and smiled and waved his hand: "Qing'er, don't invite Mr. Chen to watch the treasure."

Zhuge Qing didn't say much, and immediately made an invitation to Chen Dong.

When the two arrived at the God Lord's Stage, Zhuge Qing carefully picked up the wooden box. Old Master Zhuge's hands trembled faintly and slowly opened the lid of the wooden box.

A golden light shone out from the wooden box with the light.

Chen Dong and Zhuge Old Master, Zhuge Qing couldn't help but look at him.

After getting used to it, Chen Dong then turned his attention into the box.

At this moment, he was stunned.

In the wooden box, there was a pair of scrolls lying, and the golden light that had just bloomed was due to the material of the scroll.

The golden scroll is curled like gold foil, as thin as a cicada's wings, and can be seen vaguely showing patterns and stripes on it.

But even if it is gold foil, no matter how well the Zhuge family kept it over the long years, it would not be as thin as it can be such a good completeness.

It seems that this is not only gold foil, but also has a toughness and softness far beyond gold foil.

“What alloy is this cast?”

Chen Dong asked in surprise, apart from alloy, he really couldn't imagine that other materials could have such characteristics.

"That is the secret of the ancestor Kong Ming. To this day, no one in my Zhuge family has learned about it."

Old Master Zhuge respectfully clasped his fists at the statue of Zhuge Kongming behind the God Lord, and then carefully swept out the gold in the box.

With the help of Zhuge Qing, the scroll slowly unfolded, and the pattern stripes drawn on it also emerged.

Chen Dong fell curiously on the scroll. Each pattern stripe was lifelike and did not become weak due to the baptism of time.

The stripes intertwined and complicated, forming a pattern outline of Tai Chi Bagua, giving people a very strong sense of oppression.

Even Chen Dong stared at him for a while and felt dizzy.

He hurriedly moved his gaze away, but just as the moment he moved his gaze, he was shocked and suspicious again, and suddenly moved his gaze back to the Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts.
Chapter completed!