"Living ancestors, people are here..."

Take two quick steps and Songling bows his knees.

"Um……"

The living ancestor responded calmly and spread his arms lightly.

"Look for a place to do it myself...I will talk about it after I finish drawing this painting..."

Songling chuckled, called Ling Luoyu to sit down, and presented her with a cup of hot tea.

"There is no good tea in the small mountains and fields, so please don't dislike it..."

"Sister is joking. It is my blessing for Ling Luoyu to be able to receive a cup of tea from our ancestors..."

"Ling Luoyu?!"

The hand of the living ancestor paused for a moment.

"This surname is rare..."

"Ling Luoyu dares not hide it. I come from outside the gods!!"

With the experience of living our ancestors, you can see through too many things at a glance.

Instead of being exposed by him and being embarrassed by himself, it is better to spit things out on your own initiative and wait and see what happens.

Songling looked sideways, just Yun Danfeng glanced at her gently.

The pen of the living ancestor continued to fall: "Besides the gods... I didn't expect that there are channels to connect now! I thought that all the channels in this world were closed!!"

"There is no absolute thing in the world. Living ancestors just don't think so complicated, not that they didn't think of it!!"

Ling Luoyu walked slowly towards his living ancestor with tea, his eyes locked on his cheeks, wanting to find out what this living ancestor looked like.

Under the candlelight, his face was not as old as she imagined, but could be described as handsome.

The sword eyebrows are on the temples, the peach blossom eyes are narrow and long, the nose is firm, and the thin lips are slightly slight.

Although he didn't look up, his living ancestor seemed to have guessed what she was thinking.

"What? Do you feel a little disappointed when I haven't seen a chicken-skinned and crane-haired Lao Buddy?!"

"The living ancestors are joking again..."

Ling Luoyu covered the surprise in his eyes and was amazed in his heart—

How did these people achieve the ability to maintain their appearance!

From demon gods to demon gods, and now to Tang Xian’s ancestors, all the immortals are so beautiful and charming?!

In comparison, Mo Xuanchen is at their age at the level of a baby.

As for her, she is just a newborn.

The living ancestor finally raised his head and looked at her, but continued to lower his head and paint.

Only then did Ling Luoyu realize that what he was painting was actually a woman without a face.

"Living ancestor, who are you painting this?!"

Before Ling Luoyu could finish his words, Songling's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Miss Ling, didn't you say that you have "Dan King"?!"

"oh……"

Ling Luoyu's intelligence instantly realized that he had asked a question he shouldn't have asked, and he responded very naturally.

"yes……"

"What about "The Dan King"? Take it out and let the living ancestors identify it..."

“…”

Ling Luoyu glanced at the living ancestor. Seeing that he had no reaction, he took out the "Dan King" and put it in front of the living ancestor.

Who knew that he didn't even look at it.

"Songling!"

"yes!!"

Songling stepped forward and took the "Dan Wang".

The moment she started using "Dan King", her eyes changed slightly, and her eyes looked at Ling Luoyu meaningfully before she opened it.

Ling Luoyu understood a little.

To jointly identify the authenticity of "Dan Wang", there is no need to live the ancestors.

However, it doesn’t matter who identifies it, as long as there is a final result.

Songling turned the first page very seriously and saw the last page.

"Living ancestor..."

She raised her hand gently and closed the "Dan King".
Chapter completed!