Ningxue was surprised for a while, and hurriedly wanted to go to help him up, but Ye Wuchen grabbed him, he smiled and asked: "Old man, I'm just a useless person with no strength to restrain a chicken, you still want to help him?" Honor me as the Holy Lord?"
The old man did not get up, but said tremblingly and firmly: "The one who can be recognized by the disaster bow is our holy master! We must follow to the death and never betray! The search for the holy master and the disaster bow has been our Northern Emperor sect for thousands of years. The only reason for existence, according to the ancestors' precepts, if you follow the instructions, you will be blessed by the heavens, and if you go against it, you will be blessed by the heavens. Back then, my grandfather and the others were lucky enough to be blessed by the heavens. How dare we disobey the words of the ancestors' precepts? , Disobedience to the Holy Master! I, Yan Tianwei, will swear allegiance to the Holy Master to the death. If there is any dissatisfaction, heaven and earth will perish! I believe that the current state of the Holy Master is only temporary, and in the future he will definitely lead our Northern Emperor Sect out of here and to the real top of the world!"
Every word he said was firm, and every word came from the heart, without any falsehood. Ye Wuchen nodded slightly. In front of the Southern Emperor Sect, he did not show his Star-Slaying Sword, but in front of the "other" Northern Emperor Sect master, he showed his Calamity Bow. Because once the former is shown, what they are most likely to do is to kill and seize the sword, and the latter, in exchange for their swearing to follow.
"Old man, get up." Ye Wuchen said with satisfaction. He is just a useless person. If the old man really has any dishonesty and dishonesty, killing people and taking bows is just a matter of effort. But he still knelt heavily in front of him, expressing his loyalty to him, there is no need for any falsehood in this - this is exactly what Ye Wuchen expected. Otherwise, if there is anything wrong, he will not take out the disaster bow.
"Thank you, Holy Master!" At this time, the old man was like a loyal minister facing the king in front of Ye Wuchen. He stood up, still unable to erase the excited look on his face: "So you are the Holy Master... It is really God's will, the Holy Lord descended from heaven, our persistence and loyalty, so that God really cares for us."
Ye Wuchen said: "Are you really willing to be loyal to me, a person you meet by chance, and risk your life just because of a bow?"
"Follow forever, never betray! Otherwise, both humans and gods will punish him!"
"If I want you to destroy another Northern Emperor Sect, will you agree?" Ye Wuchen half-seriously and half-testingly asked.
The old man's face was expressionless, and he said calmly: "Even if there is no order from the Holy Master, we wish we could kill him!"
"Oh? Although they forced your grandpa to jump off the cliff, after all, they belong to the same blood of the Northern Emperor as you, so they can be counted as your relatives."
"No!" The old man shook his head, his eyes sharp: "They can't be called the Northern Emperor Sect at all, because the Northern Emperor Sect I lead is the real Northern Emperor Sect!"
"Oh?"
The old man said: "In our Northern Emperor Sect, those who have the direct blood of the Northern Emperor are all single-line descendants. They can have several daughters, but they can only have one son forever. Those who have the direct blood must be the suzerain of the Northern Emperor. I There are seven daughters, but only one son, Yan Duancang, my son has three daughters, the eldest daughter died, and only one son, Yan Gongluo. The other Yan Gongluo are the daughters of our Northern Emperor and their foreign surnames The people who were born, took the surname of Yan and belonged to the Northern Emperor Sect, and they were multiplied from generation to generation. There is only one person in each generation who has the purest Northern Emperor blood. Bastard! He is not qualified to lead the Northern Emperor Sect at all. The Northern Emperor Sect he leads is not the Northern Emperor Sect at all!"
Ye Wuchen's brows became tighter and tighter, and finally they were tightly squeezed together. After a long time, he nodded slightly: "I see."
At present, the people with the Yan surname in the Northern Emperor Sect on Tianchen Continent have only a small part of the Northern Emperor's blood, but this does not prevent them from practicing the Yan Soul Art and using the Qiankun Empowerment Dafa, and they have not declined because of impure blood. But there must be a gap between pure and impure, and there may be a big gap. I don't know how strong this old man in front of me will be.
"Holy Master, don't you know what this disaster bow is?" When looking at the disaster bow, the old man's eyes were full of piety.
"It's right under your feet. I found it under its call."
"Underfoot?" The old man was slightly absent-minded, and laughed at himself: "How could my grandfather, my father, and I think that the disaster bow that we have been looking for is actually under our feet, accompanying us?" So many years. I don’t know how my grandfather and father would feel if they knew about it.” He sighed and said respectfully: “Holy Master, please rest assured, even if I risk my life, I will definitely Help you recover."
"Then, about me and Siya..." Ye Wuchen asked with a smile.
The old man was stunned, then laughed and said: "Hahahaha, the daughter of a person who has the direct blood of the Northern Emperor is the woman of the Holy Master, and she can only marry when she is twenty-five years old and still has not found the Holy Master. After hitting by mistake, I finally didn't cause any serious trouble, otherwise I would be in a difficult situation... You guys, come in."
Ye Wuchen was slightly surprised, only then did he find a few figures standing vaguely outside the door. They couldn't hide when the old man yelled at them, they opened the door and walked in.
"Yan Duancang, the XX+1 generation descendant of the Northern Emperor Sect, pays homage to the Holy Master!" The old man's only son, the middle-aged uncle who looked silly, bowed down solemnly, followed by his wife.
"North Emperor Zongyan Qiusha pays homage to the Holy Master!"
"Yan Gongluo, the xx+2 generation descendant of the Northern Emperor Sect pays homage to the Holy Master!"
"... Yan Gongyue pays homage to the Holy Master."
Seeing his parents and older brothers and sisters all bowing down, Siya was confused and thought it was fun, so she also bowed down at the end, and while stealing eyes at Ye Wuchen, she shouted delicately: "Yan Gongruo sees you!" Brother Holy Lord."
Hearing the words, the old man first smiled knowingly, then raised his beard, and said seriously: "We are all people with the blood of the Northern Emperor, and the Holy Lord is our heaven, so it is not allowed to be so big or small."
"But, grandpa also said just now that I am the Holy Master's woman." After being frightened for a long time before, Siya, who was in such a good mood now, sticks out her tongue out of concern, then suddenly got up and rushed to Ye Ye. Beside Wuchen, he lowered his body and hugged his neck, he laughed: "Brother Holy Lord, I am your woman, hehehe..."
The old man stared at him, but laughed in his heart, and didn't say anything, because Ye Wuchen didn't show any disgust at all.
"Get up soon, we are all a family now, you are so polite to me, it makes me very uncomfortable."
They just stood up, Yan Duancang immediately recovered his original nature, laughed and said: "Hahahaha, it turned out that the third child of my family accidentally picked up the Holy Master, this is really obedient..."
Just halfway through speaking, Yan Qiusha was hit on the head, and Yan Qiusha, who was dressed as a peasant woman in the country, blamed her face: "What did you say that you picked it up? Our Lord Holy Master obviously fell from the sky. The Holy Master is the Holy Master. Just this picture A handsome appearance is not something that ordinary people can have."
Yan Duancang patted his head, giggling. Yan Gongluo was rubbing his hands excitedly, but was pulled away by Yan Qiusha, who smiled like a bright spring flower: "Look at how lucky our son is, our ancestors searched for a lifetime and couldn't find the Holy Master, we My son found it without doing anything, and so did our daughter."
Erya, that is Yan Gongyue was blushing all the time, secretly looking at Ye Wuchen.
Siya, that is, Yan Gongruo snatched the calamity bow from Ye Wuchen's hand, and shouted: "Wow! This is the calamity bow you often talk about? It looks handsome and scary. Grandpa, there are arrows!" Is it? I want to give it a try and see if this bow is as powerful as you say."
Seeing that she was still so unscrupulous in front of the "Holy Lord", even snatching the calamity bow without any scruple, Yan Tianwei and Yan Duancang looked at each other with wry smiles. After all, Yan Gongruo was very young, and he only vaguely knew a lot of things, and he hadn't had time to be cultivated into that deep-rooted loyalty. Yan Tianwei shook his head and said: "Siya, no one can use this bow except the Holy Lord. Although you have the blood of the Northern Emperor, you will not be rejected by the Calamity Bow, but you will never want to pull the bowstring."
"Huh?" Yan Gongruo was amazed in his heart, stretched out his hand towards the blood-red slender bowstring half-believingly, under the force, his fingers ached, but the bowstring really didn't move at all. Unconvinced, she tried a few more times, and the calamity bow in her hand suddenly turned into a bloody light, which shot into the center of Ye Wuchen's eyebrows.
Yan Gongruo flattened his lips dissatisfied, and whispered: "Hmph, stingy."
Yan Tianwei respectfully said: "Holy Master, we have a total of 339 people here, no matter men, women, old or young, they are all members of the Northern Emperor Sect, and there is no outsider. From then on, everything will obey the orders of the Holy Master. I don't know what the Holy Master will do next. arrange?"
Ye Wuchen thought for a while, then said: "I want to visit that forbidden area in the north."
"This... Since the Holy Lord has ordered, we will send the Holy Lord there."
Ye Wuchen nodded: "Just let Brother Gong Luo take me there."
Yan Gongluo panicked when he heard this, and hurriedly said: "I can't call this brother, you are the Holy Master, our mission is to follow and be loyal to you, this... how can I bear it."
Ye Wuchen sighed lightly, then shook his head and laughed: "We used to be brothers, so we were very comfortable. Now, we have grown up a lot. If so, I would rather not have the false name of this Holy Master."
Yan Duancang laughed loudly and said: "Sanba, the Holy Master has such a heart, if you insist on it, you will be hypocritical, and everything will follow the Holy Master's will. Not much to say, send the Holy Master to the north, remember Don't let the Holy Master get hurt."