Feng Jiu was stunned: "What?"
Hunyuanzi glared and said: "Are you still pretending to be stupid? It's just a matter of taking an old man as your master!" As soon as these words came out, the little bastard curled his lips and turned his eyes away.
"No." She was too lazy to worship the master again.
Although the Tianyuan Palace Master Chu Batian whom she worshipped in the underwater secret palace was far less powerful than the Hunyuanzi in front of her, Chu Batian was indebted to her. It was he who helped her open up her Xuanling body, and the ancient divine sword Qingfeng in her hand was also given by him. Although he only left her some treasures and did not guide her in cultivation, she became stronger step by step according to what he left behind, coupled with her own talent and understanding.
Apart from what she had learned in her previous life, she had learned almost all of her skills by herself in this life. What was the point of having another master? It would only cause trouble for herself.
When she became Chu Batian's disciple, she promised him to do three things for him. Now, the power of Tianyuan Palace has been secretly expanding from the previous downstream continent as she came to the upstream continent. The ancient sword Qingfeng is also in her hands. Now there is only one thing left to do, and that is to find his descendants.
Unfortunately, after so many years, it is extremely difficult to find his descendants. Her master Chu Batian was the king of the lower reaches of the continent, but the people she sent to secretly inquire about him have not found any news in the lower reaches.
Now that she has come to the upper reaches of the continent, all the forces have moved here, and it is even more difficult to find his descendants from the lower reaches of the continent. Sometimes she even wonders, could it be that his descendants are no longer here? Or have they withdrawn from the world and become ordinary people
After all, his descendants are still around, and when the news of her holding the Qingfeng Sword spread out on the lower continent, his descendants should have come to visit her. However, this matter has never been heard of, without any response at all.
"Little bastard? Little bastard?"
Hun Yuan Zi saw that the young man was distracted while sitting in front of him, and he couldn't help but glared at him: "Is the old man's talk so boring? How can you be distracted while talking to an old man?"
Fengjiu came back to her senses and glanced at him: "I wasn't distracted, I just happened to think of something." She took out the wine gourd from the space, unscrewed the lid and took a sip.
When the wine cap was unscrewed, the aroma of wine filled the air. Hun Yuanzi, who was sitting in front, could not help but brighten his eyes when he smelled the aroma of wine. He swallowed and stared at the wine gourd in Feng Jiu's hand: "Why would a child drink wine? Bring it here, let me have a taste."
He stretched out his hand to grab it, but Fengjiu dodged it. She held the wine gourd in her arms and stared at him vigilantly: "Don't you have it yourself? Why are you trying to steal it from me?" This old man is so greedy.
The old man was somewhat surprised at how quickly he dodged. He stroked his beard and squinted his eyes as he looked at him. He said, "Old man, I think your wine is more fragrant. I am the elder, so you have to respect me. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, Feng Jiu laughed, staring at the old man with a ruddy complexion and a smooth face without a single wrinkle, and said, "Except for your white hair, beard and eyebrows, you don't look like an old man at all."
Hearing this, the old man smiled and said with a smug tone: "That's right, old man, I have taken good care of myself. Back then, I was also a handsome man who charmed thousands of girls."