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"Swish!"

I saw a gray-robed figure appearing in front of Fu Xiwu and Fu Qian out of thin air. Facing Lin Fan's two terrifying energy, his face was calm.

"Swish!Swish!"

The gray-robed figure waved his sleeves lightly.

Two "puff" sounds, two powerful energy that could easily take away Fu Xiwu and Fu Qian's lives and dissipate directly intovisible.

“Huh?”

Lin Fan looked at the person who suddenly appeared in surprise.

This man looked about 60 years old, with a rosy complexion, full of energy, black and thick hair, not looking old at all, but his hairstyle was very strange. The first half of his hair was shaved cleanly, with bright forehead exposed, and the second half was braided with braids, with thick braids, which...it seemed like the Yin-Yang head that I often see on TV, and judging by the thickness of the braids, this was the standard hairstyle of a man in the late Qing Dynasty!

In the early and mid-Qing Dynasty, men asked the braids to be thinner than their little fingers and could pass through the square holes in copper coins to be considered qualified. This thicker braids slowly evolved in the late Qing Dynasty.

Let’s look at the man’s clothes. He was wearing a green robe, with a simple shape, a straight collar, a large collar, a seam on the front and back body, and four slits at the hem. This is the style of robe worn by the royal nobles of the Qing Dynasty to facilitate riding and shooting.

Before the gray-robed figure appeared, even Lin Fan's spiritual sense was so powerful that he did not feel the aura of this person at all.

When Lin Fan went in to catch Wu Mei just now, he used his spiritual sense to scan the Fu family and did not find this person at all. This was interesting.

Moreover, the old man in gray robe appeared in front of Fu Xiwu and Fu Qian in an instant, and the surrounding space fluctuated slightly, a little shrunk into a shadow.

Xu Qinbo and Gu Chengyuan were instantly facing a great enemy, their bodies tense and their eyes were fixed on the gray-robed old man who suddenly appeared.

The two elders of Jin and Yin, who were powerful in the martial arts master, were killed by Lin Fan in one fell swoop, which was enough to prove what level Lin Fan's current strength has reached. Even if he did the two powerful winds casually, they contained extremely terrifying energy. At least Xu Qinbo believed that if he faced that powerful energy, he would have to do his best to take it.

But in front of this old man with gray robe, he could be destroyed with a wave of his hand.

This shows that the strength of the old man in gray robe is at least a martial arts master!

Only high and not low!

"Thank you for helping me!"

Fu Xiwu clasped his fists with his hands and bent down respectfully to thank him.

"Haha, you call me senior?" The old man in gray robe turned around and looked at Fu Xiwu with a smile, his tone was ambiguous.

Now Fu Xiwu is a little confused and looks at the old man in gray robe in a daze.

The meaning of the old man in gray robe seemed to have a lot of connection with the Fu family.

But Fu Xiwu really can't remember who this person is.

"Too...Grandpa!"

At this moment, a sudden scream came from the Fu family's crowd.

"Swish!"

Everyone looked in the voice.

The one who made a sound was an old man in his octogenarian with ravines on his face, deep wrinkles that could kill flies and mosquitoes. He had sparse silver hair. He was wearing an old Zhongshan suit, leaning on a crutch in his right hand and being supported by the middle-aged man beside him. Even so, the old man was still hunched over and looked like he was in a twilight age.

At this time, tears were piled up in the turbid eyes of the old man in Zhongshan. He looked at the old man in gray robe in disbelief and walked out tremblingly.

Seeing this, everyone was in an uproar. The old man in Zhongshan dressed was the oldest person with the highest seniority in the Fu family. He just celebrated his 80th birthday two months ago. He was already a great grandfather. At this moment, he actually called someone else's great grandfather, and the partner was a person who looked younger than him. This was too incredible.

Many people think that the elderly in Zhongshan clothing are old and have Alzheimer's disease?

"San Uncle."

Fu Xiwu hurriedly walked to the old man and supported his arm, and asked in a weird tone: "What did you... what did you say just now? What grandpa?"

The old man in Zhongshan dressed ignored Fu Xiwu's words and kept looking at the old man in gray robe, slowly walking by.

Under the gaze of everyone, the old man in Zhongshan had already walked to the old man with gray robe, and struggled to raise his head and open his eyes and stare at the old man with gray robe.

At this time, the old man in gray robe turned his head, looked at the old man in Zhongshan with a faint smile, and chuckled: "Qi'er, your body is getting worse every day..."

Qi'er?

A man in his seventies is called Qi'er?

Everyone's hearts were filled with indescribable weirdness.

But the old man in Zhongshan dress did not think it was inappropriate because when he was young, his great-grandfather called him that.

Now the years have passed, and decades have passed. He has changed from a little brat with a big nose to an old man who is now in a twisted life. Half pulling his body, he has bought loess. When he heard this familiar voice again, the old man in Zhongshan dress suddenly burst into tears. With a "bang", the crutch fell to the ground. He stretched forward with his hands trembling and shouted excitedly: "Great Grandpa!"

"It's really you! Qi'er pays you a favor!"

As he said that, the old man in Zhongshan dressed up kneeled to the ground with his legs trembling.

"Okay, there's no need to be polite."

The old man in gray robe dragged it lightly, and the old man in Zhongshan dress felt a gentle force coming from his knees. He did not resist and was supported by this force to stand firm.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces became even more weird.

If it weren't for those two old men going crazy, they were crazy, or the world was crazy.

"Uncle San, what's going on?" Fu Xiwu approached the old man in Zhongshan's clothing and asked in a low voice.

"Sibu, don't think that my third uncle is confused. Will I still admit my great-grandfather wrong?" The old man in Zhongshan was still very excited.

The old man in gray robe reached out to wipe the tears of the old man in Zhongshan clothing, then looked up and glanced at the Fu family members around him, slowly spoke. The voice was not high, but it clearly reached everyone's ears: "I, Fu Wuya!"

One stone stirs up a thousand layers of waves.

"Fu Wuya? It seems like I have seen this name somewhere..."

"Fu Wuya...Fu Wuya...hiss! It is recorded in the genealogy that Fu Wuya was born in the first year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty (1875) and died in the 24th year of the Republic of China (1935). He was 60 years old and was not buried. His body entered the museum and drifted down the Wusuri River..."

"How do you explain this person in front of you? He was a zombie?"

“…!”

Listening to the tribe members' discussions, Fu Xiwu looked confused at first, then thought of something, and his expression suddenly became excited. He knelt in front of Fu Wuya with a "thump" and cried: "Old Ancestor! Fu Xiwu, the unfilial descendant of the Fu family, pay homage to the ancestor!"

The rest of the Fu family were stunned for a moment, and they all knelt on the ground and shouted "Old Ancestor".

Their "Old Ancestor" was definitely sincere, because it seems that only he can save the Fu family at the moment.

No one knows how strong an old monster who lived from the first year of Guangxu to the 21st century is, but he must be very strong anyway.

Even if he is an ordinary person who does not use ancient martial arts, he looks younger than an old man in his 100s, and he can still see his extraordinaryness.
Chapter completed!