Zongwu: My ancestor forced me to marry Li Hanyi!

Chapter 42 Immortality is Not Impossible
Chapter 42: Immortality is not impossible
"Why do you call me in-laws?"

Not only was Sikong Changfeng puzzled by this question, but everyone present, including Li Hanyi, also looked at Ye Tian with puzzled expressions.

"Sikong Qianluo is your daughter, right?"

Ye Tian asked with a smile.

"Qianluo?"

Only then did Sikong Changfeng look towards Tang Lian, and Qian Luo's letter said that he had come to look for senior brother Tang Lian.

But when he just arrived, he looked around and didn't find Qian Luo's figure at all.

He originally planned to ask Tang Lian privately later, but he didn't expect to hear his daughter's name from Ye Tian's mouth.

Tang Lian noticed the eyes of the third master, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Junior sister is still in Yefu."

Sikong Changfeng's face changed, his daughter was always willful.

There must be a lot of trouble in other people's houses.

It's really a girl who doesn't want to stay in college, and she has a sweetheart after only one or two months away from the house.

In Sikong Changfeng's heart, it was his daughter who fell in love with someone else, otherwise with her personality, ordinary people would not be able to subdue her.

He saw that Ye Tian was a talented person, rich and handsome, and he thought that his brothers in the family would not be too bad.

As long as his daughter is willing, he has nothing to say.

"Dare to ask this little brother, which brother of yours has a crush on the little girl?"

Sikong Changfeng is not angry, his daughter will always marry when she grows up, as long as she finds someone she really likes.

Originally, when he first saw the young man in fur, he had such a thought in his heart.

However, maybe that's not the right choice.

With her daughter's temperament, how can she stand Tianqi City, a place where everyone must pay attention to the rules?

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Tian coughed when asked.

The only one here who knew Ye Tian's age was Li Hanyi, and she couldn't stop blinking after hearing this.

Sikong Changfeng was puzzled.

"In-laws, not my brother, but my grandson!"

Ye Tianyu couldn't help but die endlessly.

"grandson?"

Sikong Changfeng looked at Ye Tian and then at Li Hanyi.

"He has a grandson at his age?"

Are you kidding me?

Li Hanyi raised his eyebrows, and nodded under Sikong Changfeng's gaze.

The few people on the side all had their glasses broken.

"Family, my grandson is eighteen this year, and he is a perfect match for your daughter."

"There's something wrong here, let me show you to him!"

"You are satisfied!"

This is not Ye Tian's bragging, Ye Xiao really grows like a tree facing the wind.

For more than a year, he has also exuded the charm of a mature man.

He believed that he would be able to win this old man.

"Dare to ask little brother Gui Geng?"

Sikong Changfeng couldn't help asking, although it was not good to ask someone's age, but he was too curious to bear it.

"Me, I'm eighty one this year!"

Ye Tian pretended to be old and wise.

Sikong Changfeng laughed out loud.

"Little brother is really cute. You look seventeen or eighteen. Who would believe that you are 81 years old?"

"Could it be that you are a fairy and can live forever?"

What Sikong Changfeng said was a joke.

But Ye Tian said seriously: "Eternal life is not impossible!"

Of course Sikong Changfeng didn't believe it, so he laughed it off.

Many years later, after his hair was all gray, when he discovered that Ye Tian was still seventeen or eighteen years old, he realized that he was the joke.

But that's another story.

Having said that, Sikong Changfeng thought about the business.

After all, he still remembers meeting his future son-in-law!
He looked at Wu Xin, and said loudly, "Xueyue City is here specially to send Ye Anshi back to the sect!"

Xueyue City is not afraid of the Devil's Cult, the Heaven Beyond Heaven, and even less of a 17-year-old boy.

Xueyue City did not intend to hold this monk hostage to restrain the Demon Cult, nor did he intend to let this monk go back to Hanshan Temple.

Xueyue City's decision followed the agreement made 12 years ago, to send the young master of the Demon Sect back to Heaven and Outer Heaven!
It is to abide by the agreement, and it is also a threat.With this order, Wuxin didn't have a second choice.

He can only go back to that day and be his young suzerain!
Even if this little monk has 32 secret techniques, Sikong Changfeng is not afraid.

Tang Lian raised her head suddenly, and two figures floated in the distance. He took a closer look, said badly to himself, and immediately summoned up his true energy.

One with white hair and one with purple clothes.

It was the white-clothed swordsman I met in Sangu City and the purple-clothed flute player I met on the snow.

As soon as the purple-clothed flute fell to the ground, he walked straight towards Wuxin.

Silver light shone between Tang Lian's fingers.

Sikong Changfeng shook his head at him.

Xiao Ke in purple took off his big hood, revealing a coquettish and charming face.

I saw her lightly pulling up Wuxin's sleeves, her tone was gentle and charming:

"Xiao An'an, my cousin is here to pick you up."

As soon as these words came out, everyone sighed.

Xiao Se felt goosebumps all over his arms, and he shivered.

Little Ann...

This little monk can't see it!
Unintentionally flushed with embarrassment.

He gently pulled out his sleeves.

"Xiao An'an, we haven't seen each other for 12 years, don't you have such a relationship with me?"

"Did you forget that when you were a child, you liked to follow me and call me sister, sister?"

The girl in purple blinked her big eyes, looking at Wuxin with aggrieved eyes.

Such a charming face, but with a childish expression.

Contradictory and seductive.

Unintentionally and shamelessly calling out the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

"Hmph, what kind of monk are you pretending to be!"

The girl in purple turned her head away.

The white-haired fairy holding the jade sword knelt down on the ground in an instant.

"Young Sect Master, Tianwaitian has been waiting for the Young Sect Master to return to the sect for 12 years!"

"Nowadays, the teaching is divided, only Tianwaitian, and no one has ever left!"

"We are all waiting for the young suzerain to return to the sect and regain control of the overall situation!"

"Young suzerain please come back to the sect with us!"

Wuxin let out a long breath, walked up to the white-haired fairy who was kneeling on the ground, and sighed, "Uncle Mo, get up first."

The white-haired fairy Mo Qixuan didn't get up, nor did he look up.

Unintentionally and helplessly, he sighed again.

He slowly came to Ye Tian and bowed lightly.

"Little monk, watching Patriarch Ye fell into a demon for a moment, this string of Buddhist beads is given to Patriarch Ye, and I hope he can protect Patriarch Ye."

He took the string of Buddha beads that Wangyou gave him when he entered Hanshan Temple from his neck, and gave it to Ye Tian with both hands.

"The old monk is gone, and it doesn't matter whether he returns to the Hanshan Temple or not.

The old monk is right, my home is the realm beyond that side, the sky beyond the sky. "

He clasped his hands together and saluted again.

"Let's go."

Wuxin took a step forward, and jumped up, followed by the white-haired fairy and the purple-clothed Xiaoke.

"I want to ride the wind and head north, the snow falls and Xuanyuan is as big as a mat.

I want to take a boat to swim eastward, and ask the fairy to stand against the wind.

I want to travel thousands of miles on the clouds, what can the dragon chant in the temple do to me?
The top of Kunlun is bathed in sunlight, and the green mountains are seen in the desperate situation of the sea.

Changfeng Wanliyan returns, and no one in the world will return! "

"Xiao An'an, wait for cousin..."

"Little An'an, I didn't expect you to grow up so handsome..."

"Little An'an, why are you ignoring me..."

"Little An'an..."

(End of this chapter)