The story fabricated by Yang Wudi is very wonderful and miserable. For his own life, Wu Cong completely brought himself into the role of Qian Xiaoyun. When his father was ambushed and died, his eyes were even more tearful. His sad look made Chu Jiuzhou unable to help but turn his head and wipe his eyes.

When he talked about hiding around and wandering around the world, he looked lonely and sad. Anyone who saw him now would believe that it was something he had experienced personally.

"What happened later?" Chu Jiuzhou used his spiritual power to evaporate the tears in his eyes and asked in a soft tone.

"Later, I accidentally broke into an ancient ruin and got trapped somewhere. Fortunately, there was no shortage of food in the ruins, so I couldn't come out, so I felt at ease to practice the martial arts taught by my father. Until recently, I realized the ability of space and got out of where to get out." Wu Cong looked up and looked at Chu Jiuzhou and said, "Why do you want to inquire about me?"

"Don't call me senior, you want to call me grandpa, my good grandson, you... suffer." Chu Jiuzhou flashed in front of Wu Cong, hugged him with tears in his eyes. This time he did not evaporate with his spiritual power, and let the tears flow down his face.

Wu Cong's heart was shocked, but he continued to perform as the jade slip. His body froze instantly, and the next moment he began to tremble. He pushed Chu Jiuzhou away and shook his head vigorously and said, "No, you are not, I saw my grandfather die in front of me with my own eyes. You are not my grandfather, no, absolutely not!"

When Chu Jiuzhou saw Wu Cong like this, he didn't even have any doubts in his heart. He knew that the grandfather in Wu Cong's mouth was the one who adopted Qian Longyun.

"Silly child, he is not your grandfather, I am. Your father was not Qian Longyun. He should have been named Chu Longyun. I put your father in the world of immortal cultivation..." Chu Jiuzhou told Wu Cong what happened that year, without missing any omissions.

Wu Cong listened to Chu Jiuzhou's story blankly, and a sudden fear suddenly arose in his heart. Yang Wudi arranged for him to be Qian Xiaoyun, which was obviously to let him recognize his relatives. Why did Yang Wudi know Qian Longyun so well? And why did he know that Qian Xiaoyun is the grandson of Chu Jiuzhou, the lord of the god world?

There is only one possibility. Qian Longyun was killed by Yang Wudi. Since Yang Wudi knew Qian Longyun's identity, why did he dare to ambush him? Wu Cong suddenly felt that the water here was very deep.

He had the urge to escape, but he had already stepped in and it became impossible to easily withdraw. He immediately became more careful and meticulously acted according to the jade slip, for fear of revealing a trace of flaws.

"Are you really my grandfather?" Wu Cong still had a dazed expression, his face full of disbelief.

Seeing that Wu Cong was still dumb, Chu Jiuzhou gently patted Wu Cong on the shoulder and said in a gentle tone: "I am a lord of the God Realm. I will not deliberately make up stories to deceive you. I am indeed your grandfather, my dear grandfather!"

"Grandpa!" Wu Cong stepped forward and hugged Chu Jiuzhou, tears flowing down his face.

"Good grandson, don't cry, don't cry, you've already had the sixth rebellion of immortals. You should be like a man, don't cry." Chu Jiuzhou was infected by Wu Cong's emotions. While wiping away Wu Cong's tears, he comforted Wu Cong while comforting him. He comforted Wu Cong and did not cry, but he had tears in his eyes.

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A hotel in Shendu, go to the room.

Yang Zhen leaned against the window and looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, feeling a little angry.

Wu Cong said he was taking her to Liuyun, but after so long, Wu Cong always used various excuses to perfunctory and brought her to Shendu. After coming to Shendu, Wu Cong acted extremely high-profile and went out from time to time to cause trouble. This is the base camp of the Feixian Dynasty. Wu Cong was not afraid of being beaten to death by the masters of the Feixian Dynasty.

Yang Zhen's realm has reached the peak of the Nine Mirrors of the God Transformation, but he can't break through the bottleneck and break through the Immortal Tribulation. Originally, she was hurt by Liuyun and should have become an ordinary person, but she still had fantasies in her heart, thinking that Liuyun might just have left for something, instead of deliberately escaping.

She thought this because she couldn't think of why Liuyun wanted to escape. She thought Liuyun had no reason to escape. Before that, Liuyun was like a lover with her, how could she leave without saying a word?

The knock on the door sounded, and Yang Zhen investigated the spiritual sense, but did not detect any breath at the door, so she ignored it. After a while, there was another knock on the door. Yang Zhen frowned and walked to the door. His spiritual sense once again enveloped the door, but there was still nothing. Now she was a little nervous and even more afraid to open the door.

"Is Miss Yang here?" A crisp female voice rang at the door. Yang Zhen launched his spiritual sense to explore again, but still couldn't find any breath.

She boldly opened the door, and two rows of high-level female robbery immortals dressed in Feixian Dynasty costumes stood neatly outside the door.

Why is it called a Tribulation Immortal or a high-level Tribulation Immortal? Because Yang Zhen could not sense their aura, she was already the Nine Mirror of the God Transformation. Even if the Tribulation Immortal is less than the three revolutions, she cannot escape her perception. These people can make her unable to sense the aura, and her realm will definitely exceed the three revolutions of the Tribulation Immortal.

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Zhen asked boldly.

"Lord, please invite me." There were eight people standing at the door. The woman who was talking had a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth, which highlighted a different kind of beauty.

"I don't know what lord, I don't know." Yang Zhen felt panicked. Even the gods dared to be called lord, except for the gods in the lower realm, there would be no one else.

Beauty Moe respectfully bowed to Yang Zhen and said, "Lord Black Wind in the lower realm of the God Realm is welcome, please come and see Miss Yang."

Although the beauty Mole had a respectful attitude, there was a hint of unquestionable voice. She kept bowing and bowing, but an invisible aura emanated from her.

Yang Zhen glanced at the group of female scattered immortals standing on both sides. He knew that if they insisted on not going, they might have to take action. He could only nod and said, "Lead the way forward."

"Please, Miss Yang!" The beauty mole leads the way, and seven people behind her.

"What's your lord looking for me?" Yang Zhen asked as he walked.

Beauty Moe ignored Yang Zhen’s questions and just led the way silently. Seeing that she didn’t answer, Yang Zhen had to give up and followed Beauty Moe silently, entered the palace all the way to the Son of God’s Hall.

The beauty mole led her to the hall and turned around and left. There was not a single person in the hall. Yang Zhen sat on a chair on the left with the thought of coming, so he was at peace.

A sound of footsteps came, and Yang Zhen quickly got up, but saw Wu Cong coming in from outside the gate.

"Wu..." Yang Zhen had just spoken the word Wu, and Wu Cong flashed instantly, came to her side, and held her mouth.

Yang Zhen struggled, and Wu Cong even covered him tightly, with a sharp look in his eyes, and his divine sense transmitted a voice: "Remember, from now on, my name is Qian Xiaoyun. If you can't remember, we will all die."
Chapter completed!