Ao Tian is convinced of Ao Jun's words, and Lu Ruoxin firmly believes that Chi Meng has no qualifications and ability to lie in front of him. In addition, the two families came to ask at the same time, which also shows that there is someone behind this matter.

"How about this, the old man ordered people to search my Qishan Palace thoroughly, maybe someone pretended to be my Qishan Palace." Gu Yue said softly.

Lu Ruoxin nodded, glanced at Ao Tian and the others, turned and left.

Ao Tian also glanced at Lu Ruoxin, then at Ao Jun: "I'll deal with you when I go back."

After a group of people left, Gu Ri walked up to Gu Yue, frowned and said: "Senior brother, could it be that the disciples' rumors are true?"

Gu Yue sighed, not knowing how to answer.

He didn't believe it, but, as the helm of the Qishan Palace, he knew clearly that the rumors of the ancestor's appearance had not happened once or twice.

Almost every three years, some disciples will find him. Although he has never seen it, but he has heard it a lot, and sometimes he has to doubt it.

Now, the Ao and Lu families came here for "him" at the same time, which made him even more suspicious. This matter may really not be as simple as the rumors.

"Brother, in fact, there is a problem with the records of the Qishan Palace. I have always sent posthumous titles to the heads of each generation after they die, and they will be buried in the Qishan Tomb at the same time. But he didn't mention it at all, could it be that the patriarch didn't die at all? He lived in this world all the time?" Gu Ri continued to ask.

"But if the patriarch is not dead, why should he live in seclusion without seeing anyone?" Gu Yue shook her head.

"Perhaps, the patriarch is afraid of being chased and killed by the enemy?" Gu Ri said.

"Junior Brother, do you know how the Qishan Palace came here?" Gu Yue asked with a wry smile.

Seeing that the ancient days were puzzled, Gu Yue laughed and said, after the opening of the eight-direction world, there were originally five supreme gods, and one of them was called Evil, who was originally the strongest among the five supreme gods, but according to legend, Evil himself, the other Fame is like a person, so, what he did was bad, he was cast aside, and in the end he fell into the magic way and became the founder of the demon clan in the eight directions world.

Among the next four, the patriarch of the Qishan Temple is the highest. The three of them, under the leadership of the patriarch, finally sealed the evil after tens of thousands of years of hard work. Since then, the world in all directions has returned to peace.

However, the Patriarch was also seriously injured at that time. For the peace of the Eight Directions World, the Patriarch of the Qishan Palace decided to let the remaining three people take charge of the Eight Directions World, while he himself retired in Qishan and founded the Qishan Palace.

The three true gods also felt the kindness of the patriarch, so they made a rule that when the true gods alternate, it must be the day of worship, and only after he is approved by the Qishan Temple, can the three true gods be justified.

Right and wrong have passed, and time flies, but this tradition has been preserved.

"Judging from the situation back then, the patriarch was the strongest among the four, so why should he be afraid of others seeking revenge?" Gu Yue said with a wry smile.

And somewhere at this time...

Han Sanqian's eyes were focused, and his forehead was already dripping with sweat. Qin Shuang stood aside, wiping Han Sanqian's sweat from time to time.

"brush!"

At this moment, Han Sanqian had an extremely difficult expression on his face, he gritted his teeth, and slowly raised his hand with difficulty.

At this time, Han Sanqian was holding the jade sword in his left hand and the demon-suppressing sword in his right hand, as if using chopsticks, he was struggling to bring the two sword tips closer together.

At this time, where the two swords were close together, a very small ant was being pinched by Han Sanqian's two swords.

"Ah!" An annoyed and discouraged scream, when Han Sanqian just lifted the double swords into the air, he suddenly went crazy.

In the distance, the old man sat under the eaves, smiled and drank tea comfortably.

"Ah!" Han Sanqian shouted depressingly, the muscles in his hands were completely tired at this time, trembling involuntarily due to convulsions.

In contrast, what annoyed Han Sanqian even more was that this method of pinching ants with a big sword was simply a maddening torture.

This thing is simply an existence that makes people's mentality completely explode. It is necessary to ensure that the trapped ant will not die, and then obediently clamp it into the bowl far behind. JrNovels.com