A gray-robed figure appeared out of thin air in front of Fu Xiwu and Fu Qian. Faced with Lin Fan's terrifying energy, his expression was calm.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The figure in gray robe gently waved his sleeves twice.
"Puff!" There were two soft sounds, and the energy that could easily take away the lives of Fu Xiwu and Fu Qian dissipated directly into nothingness.
"Huh?"
Lin Fan looked at the person who suddenly appeared quite unexpectedly.
This man looks to be around sixty years old, with a rosy complexion and full of energy. His hair is black and thick. He does not look old at all, but his hairstyle is very strange. The first half of his hair is shaved cleanly, revealing his bright forehead.
The second half is braided, and the braid is very thick. This... seems to be like the yin and yang haircut often seen on TV, and judging by the thickness of the braid, this is a standard men's hairstyle in the late Qing Dynasty!
In the early to mid-Qing Dynasty, men were required to wear braids that were thinner than their little fingers and could pass through the square holes in copper coins. This thicker braid only evolved slowly in the late Qing Dynasty.
Looking at what this person is wearing, it is a cyan robe with a simple shape, a straight collar, a large placket, seams at the front and back, and four slits at the hem. This was often worn by the royal nobles of the Qing Dynasty for the convenience of riding and shooting.
Robe style.
Before the gray-robed figure appeared, even with Lin Fan's powerful spiritual consciousness, he could not feel the aura of this person at all.
When Lin Fan went in to arrest Wu Mei just now, he used his spiritual consciousness to scan the Fu family and did not find this person at all. This is a bit interesting.
Moreover, the old man in gray robe appeared in front of Fu Xiwu and Fu Qian almost instantly, and the surrounding space fluctuated slightly, shrinking into a shadow.
Xu Qinbo and Gu Chengyuan felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, their bodies tensed up and their eyes fixed on the gray-robed old man who suddenly appeared.
The two gold and silver elders with the strength of martial arts masters were killed by Lin Fan in one fell swoop, which is enough to prove how high Lin Fan's current strength has reached. Even if he did it casually, those two strong winds still contained extremely terrifying energy.
, at least Xu Qinbo believed that if he faced that energy, he would have to go all out to take it on.
But in front of this gray-robed old man, he could be annihilated with just a wave of his hand.
This shows that the gray-robed old man is as powerful as a martial arts master!
Only high, not low!
"Thank you, senior, for saving your life!"
Fu Xiwu clasped his hands in his fists and bowed 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 was a little confused and looked at the gray-robed old man in confusion.
From what the gray-robed old man said, it seemed that he had something to do with the Fu family.
But Fu Xiwu really couldn't remember who this person was.
"Too...grandpa!"
At this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from the crowd of the Fu family.
"Whoa!"
Everyone followed the sound and looked.
The one who made the sound was an octogenarian old man, with ravines on his face and deep wrinkles that could trap flies and mosquitoes. He had sparse silver hair on his head. He was wearing an old-fashioned Chinese tunic suit. He was leaning on a cane in his right hand and holding a cane with his left hand.
The middle-aged man next to him was supporting him, but despite this, the old man was still hunched over, looking like he was dying in his old age.
At this time, the old man in Chinese tunic suit had tears in his cloudy eyes. 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 Mao suit was the oldest person in the Fu family. He had just celebrated his eightieth birthday two months ago. He was already a grandpa. Now he actually called someone grandpa, and the person was still.
It's incredible to see a person who looks younger than him.
Many people think that the elderly in Mao suits are getting older and suffering from Alzheimer's disease.
"Third uncle."
Fu Xiwu hurriedly walked to the old man's side, supported his arm, and asked in a strange tone: "You...what did you just say? What great grandfather?"
The old man in Chinese tunic suit ignored Fu Xiwu's words and kept looking at the old man in gray robe as he walked slowly past.
Under the gaze of everyone, the old man in Chinese tunic suit had already walked up to the old man in gray robe. He raised his head with great effort and looked at the old man in gray robe carefully with his eyes wide open.
At this time, the old man in gray robe turned his head, looked at the old man in tunic suit with a faint smile, and chuckled: "Qi'er, your body is getting worse every day..."
Qier?
An old man named Qi'er?
Unspeakable weirdness filled everyone's minds.
But the old man in Mao suit didn't think it was inappropriate, because when he was a child, his great-grandfather called him that.
Nowadays, the years have passed by in a flash, and decades have passed. I have transformed from a little kid with a big nose to an old guy in his twilight years. I have spent half my life buying loess. I unexpectedly heard this familiar voice again. Mao Zedong Suit
The old man suddenly burst into tears. With a bang, the crutch fell to the ground. He stretched his hands forward with trembling hands and shouted emotionally: "Grandpa!"
"It's really you! Qi'er wishes you well!"
As he spoke, the old man in Chinese tunic knelt down on the ground with trembling legs.
"Okay, no need to be polite."
The old man in gray robe casually dragged his hand, and the old man in tunic suit 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 expressions became even weirder.
If those two old men are not crazy, they are crazy, or the world is crazy.
"Third uncle, this... what is going on?" Fu Xiwu leaned in front of the old man's ear and asked in a low voice.
"Seibu, don't think that my third uncle is confused. Will I still mistake my great-grandfather?" The old man in Mao suit was still very excited.
The old man in gray robe stretched out his hand to wipe the tears of the old man in Chinese tunic suit, then raised his head, glanced at the surrounding Fu family members, and spoke slowly, his voice was not high, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears: "Old man,
Pay Wuya!"
One stone stirs up thousands of waves.
"Fu Wuya? I seem to 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 of the Qing Dynasty (1875) and died in the 24th year of the Republic of China (1935) at the age of sixty. He was not buried and his body was
Enter the museum and drift down the Ussuri River..."
"Then how do you explain the man in front of you? He's a fake corpse?"
"...!"
Listening to the discussion of the tribe, Fu Xiwu looked confused at first, then thought of something, and his expression instantly became excited. With a "pop", he knelt on his knees in front of Fu Wuya and cried: "Ancestor! The Fu family
The unworthy descendants pay Xiwu and pay homage to our ancestors!"
The rest of the Fu family members were stunned for a moment, and then they all knelt down and shouted "Ancestor".
What they called "ancestor" was definitely sincere, because it seemed that he was the only one who could save the Fu family at the moment.
No one knows how strong an old monster is who lived from the first year of Guangxu to the twenty-first century, but it must be very strong anyway.
In this regard, even an ordinary person who does not use ancient martial arts can see that he is extraordinary when he sees that he is more than a hundred years old but looks younger than an old man in his sixties.