"Ancestor, we are taking you home."
Yuan Fengshan wiped his eyes, put away the sadness on his face, and said respectfully.
"I don't remember you, I won't go home."
The painting saint acted like a child, not like an old man, but more like a three-year-old child.
"Forehead……"
Everyone was confused. After all the hard work, they finally found their ancestors. It was fine that they didn't know them, but they didn't go back with them.
Judging from the breath, the Painting Saint has reached the half-step Immortal Emperor realm, and is only one step away from the Immortal Emperor.
Maybe the moment he remembered everything was when he broke through to the Immortal Emperor.
Because he has forgotten many things, his realm has been stagnant.
"Wuxie, what on earth is going on?"
Yuan Fengshan was at a loss and asked Liu Wuxie, asking him to think of a solution.
Liu Wuxie said nothing and walked towards the painting saint step by step.
The Painting Sage looked at Liu Wuxie curiously. For some reason, the moment he saw Liu Wuxie, the Painting Sage burst out laughing.
"I know you, I know you."
The painting saint was as excited as a child, clapping his hands. He didn't know Yuan Fengshan and the others, but he actually knew Liu Wuxie.
Liu Wuxie was shocked. Did the Painting Sage recognize his true identity?
"Then tell me who I am?"
Liu Wuxie asked tentatively.
There are no outsiders here, so even if you know his true identity, you don't have to worry about it being leaked.
"You are a little evil boy!"
The painting saint rubbed Liu Wuxie's body, smelled it vigorously with his nose, and said excitedly.
"Forehead……"
This time it was Liu Wuxie's turn to have a black line on his head. The name Xiao Xiezi was a secret between him and the Painting Sage, and no outsider knew about it.
Could it be said that the painting sage really remembered him?
In his previous life, Painting Sage was much older than Liu Wuxie. Even though Liu Wuxie was one of the top ten immortal emperors at that time, Painting Sage always called him Xiaoxiezi in private.
Yuan Fengshan and others looked at me, and I looked at you, with blank expressions on their faces.
Hearing the Painting Sage call him Xiaoxiezi, Liu Wuxie was extremely excited, but could not show any emotion.
"That's right, I am Xiao Xiezi. How about you come home with us now?"
Taking a deep breath, he admitted that he was Xiao Xie Zi, and his purpose was to make the Painting Saint obey and go back with them.
"Okay, go home, go home."
The painting saint was very obedient and surrounded Liu Wuxie like a child.
After hearing that their ancestor agreed to go home, Yuan Fengshan and others finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were really worried that their ancestor would resist them.
The ancestor doesn't agree to leave, even if they talk about it, it's useless.
With their cultivation, they couldn't suppress their ancestor.
"Wuxie, why did my ancestor call you Xiaoxiezi?"
Yuan Fengshan came over and asked in a low voice.
"It should be that I understand the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical strokes, and have developed a subtle connection with the ancestor of the painting sage, treating me as a friend he had known before."
Liu Wuxie made up a reason to excuse her.
It was reasonable and Yuan Fengshan and others did not doubt it.
Liu Wuxie knows the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical strokes, and the painting patterns on her body are exactly the same as those on the painting sage ancestor. It is not surprising that there is a subtle connection.
Many monks practice the same exercises, and when they come together, there will be a slight resonance between the exercises. This is basically what it means.
In addition, there is also a blood connection.
When close relatives meet, they can't help but develop a good impression.
Yuan Fengshan and others tried to communicate with the painting sages, but the painting sages were all indifferent.
Facing Liu Wuxie's questions, Hua Sheng answered all questions.
However, many questions have no answers at all, and the painting saint doesn't know where he is or what happened before.
No matter what Liu Wuxie asked, he always answered that he couldn't remember.
"Wuxie, have you found a way to leave the abyss of imprisoned spirits?"
Yuan Fengshan looked anxious. He wanted to deliver the good news to his family as soon as possible.
The people from the Ghost Master Sect have already escaped, and they should have mastered the method of leaving.
"It's actually not difficult to leave." A smile appeared on Liu Wuxie's lips. He refined the evil spirit body and gained a better understanding of the Abyss of Imprisoned Spirits.
Chapter completed!