Although Luo Ning was frightened in his heart, there was no flaw in his appearance.

"Auntie doesn't believe my identity?"

Zhuo Zhenren shook his head, "Who doesn't believe your identity? I want you to tell me what your name is."

It turned out that Luo Ning only said that his surname was Zhuo, but did not say his own name.

Zhuo Zhenren just wanted to know his name, not doubt his identity.

After all, Luo Ning didn't take the initiative to recognize her as a relative.

Luo Ning breathed a sigh of relief and could only bite the bullet and said: "Tell aunt, nephew Zhuo Yun."

"Zhuzitou." Master Zhuo nodded, "He is indeed my nephew. I never expected that you and my aunt and nephew would meet here."

She smiled kindly, without any pretense, and poured Luo Ning a cup of extremely high-grade spiritual tea with her own hands.

Then he personally brought a cup of tea to Hantan female corpse and said: "Immortal envoy, please use tea."

Hantan female corpse stood quietly beside Luo Ning, her eyes dull and blank, turning a blind eye to the tea in front of her.

She looks like Luo Ning's maid.

And Luo Ning's hand was always holding her arm.

Zhuo Zhenren looked at it and said angrily: "Okay, when you get to my place, what are you afraid of? Will I do anything bad to you?"

She did not doubt Luo Ning's identity.

First, Ling Daozhu brought Zhuo Yun's energy and blood to life, and he was indeed a descendant of the Zhuo family.

The second is... the fact that she is in Mo Xuezong is a core secret in the family, and most people don't know it at all. But Luo Ning knows it.

The third is...he has no reason to pretend to be Zhuo. He can't pretend to be in front of a real person.

It's not that Zhuo Zhenren is careless, it's that she doesn't know there are treasures like Ling Daozhu in the world.

"Yes." Luo Ning heard this and had to let go of Hantan's female corpse's arm.

With Hantan's female corpse just standing next to him, Master Zhuo must not dare to do anything to him.

Even though she is half corpse and half human, her strength is impressive. Maybe even the sect leader Xue Zhenren is no match for her.

"In total, I have been away from home for more than sixty years. At that time, I was about the same age as you. How is the family? How is your father?"

Zhuo Zhenren's tone was full of nostalgia.

She is over eighty, but she looks less than thirty. She is still young and beautiful, and seems to be in her prime.

Luo Ning also expressed emotion: "My family and my father are fine, but I just miss my aunt. Why don't you go home and see me?"

Zhuo Zhen said: "This sect has an iron rule. Once you become a disciple of our sect, you are not allowed to go home to visit relatives for a hundred years, so as not to get involved in the secular world."

"According to the sect's rules, I have more than thirty years to go back to see it."

There are still more than thirty years left.

When Luo Ning heard this, he felt relieved immediately.

In this way, his disguised identity will not be easily revealed.

But Luo Ning's expression was a little sad, "It will be more than thirty years before I can go back and have a look. Then..."

"What then?" Zhuo Zhenren frowned, "It's only been more than thirty years, what does it mean to our monks? After more than thirty years, your father will not die of old age."

Luo Ning sighed, "My aunt is in the Snow Mountain Immortal Palace and doesn't care about the worldly affairs. I can teach my aunt to know that there is chaos in Yizhou now, and the rebels are getting stronger and stronger."

"In a few years, I am afraid that Yizhou will no longer be owned by the imperial court. As a hereditary viscount, I, Zhuo, must be quick to kill the rebels. Of course, I will flee Yizhou."

"Oh?" Zhuo Zhenren was a little surprised, "Has someone already rebelled? Is it such a big fuss?"

Mo Xuezong regards himself as a reclusive immortal sect and never cares about the political situation of the world. It is indeed indifferent to the human world.

The kingdoms of the world are at war, their powers are growing and declining, and the people are suffering... They are not interested at all.

Their arrogance and indifference prevented them from even inquiring.

Don't say it's just a rebellion, Master Zhuo won't care even if the dynasty has changed.

The most she cares about is the life and death of the Zhuo family.

"Yes, aunt." Luo Ning's expression was very solemn, "So after discussing with the family, my father decided to ask my aunt to go back and participate in protecting the family."

"If the Zhuo family really wants to flee Yizhou, then all the Zhuo family's properties, manors, and land in Yizhou will be destroyed..."

"Absolutely impossible." Zhuo Zhenren shook his head, "Your father and the others made a wrong calculation. How can I violate the sect's iron laws and participate in disputes in the world of mortals? Inheritance is nothing more than something outside the body, so what if I give it up?"

"Zhuo is the founding Viscount of the People's Republic of China and the richest man in Emei. He has been rich for more than two thousand years. Isn't that enough? Everything has a cause and effect. There is no family that can last forever."

"If Yizhou is in chaos, the worst thing is that the Zhuo family will leave Yizhou and start from scratch. As long as there are talents, it will be a matter of time before it rises again. Why should we care about the industry in our hometown?"

"You are used to enjoying yourself in the mortal world, and are blinded by the clouds of wealth, but you don't know that wealth is a taboo in spiritual practice."

Luo Ning smiled and said, "What my aunt said is absolutely true. My great teachings are like thunder. My nephew will bear this in mind. If my nephew comes back alive this time, he will tell his father exactly what my aunt said."

"What nonsense, kid! Are you scolding me?" Zhuo Zhenren laughed and scolded, "Who dares to prevent you from going back alive? You are my nephew, Zhuo Qiu Shuang, and a distinguished guest of Mo Xuezong! No one can do anything to you!"

Luo Ning said with a bitter face: "By borrowing my aunt's tiger power, I am immune to all evil. But they have to say that my nephew has taken the ring of the immortal envoy, and he is ready to hand over his life if he doesn't hand over the ring."

"But where do I have the ring? I swear on my father and even the entire Zhuo family's wealth and life, if I, Zhuo Yun, take the ring of the immortal envoy, I will be struck by five thunders..."

Zhuo Zhenren's face darkened, "Zhuo Yun, in front of my aunt, you must tell the truth and not lie!"

After saying that, his deep and quiet eyes flickered into Luo Ning's eyes.

However, Luo Ning has Ling Daozhu's magical acting skills, and there is no trace of lying and acting at all.

"Jun'er, you really don't have an immortal ring?" Zhuo Zhenren couldn't help but frown.

Luo Ning nodded, looking very aggrieved, "Aunt, we've come to this point, why should I hide it? Mo Xuezong is so powerful, how dare I steal the ring of the immortal envoy? I'm scared to death."

"When I found the fairy, she did not have a ring. There are two possibilities. One is that someone else entered the cold pool before me and took away the ring, but did not bury the fairy."

"The second possibility is that the Immortal Envoy's ring was left deep in the cold pool, and the person who killed her took it away."

"My aunt is thinking, since that kind of existence killed the immortal envoy, wouldn't it take away the immortal envoy's ring? Why do Master Xuezhen and the others think that the thing is with me?"

Zhuo Zhenren thought about it and felt that what Luo Ning said was very reasonable.

Of course the immortal envoy was killed and fell, but he definitely did not commit suicide.

Since she was killed, the enemy, no matter who they were, would most likely take away her ring.

My nephew is just a young man with a weak heart. How dare he lie to himself and so many real people about acting?

If he was lying and acting, it would be impossible for him not to reveal his secret.

Seeing that it was difficult for Master Zhuo to doubt himself, Luo Ning said decisively:

"Auntie, believe me! I have never seen the ring of the Immortal Envoy before!"

"Even if Master Xuezhen and the others kill me, I can't change! I can't make something out of nothing, right?"

The more Xue Zhenren and the others wanted to get the ring of the Immortal Envoy, the more Luo Ning knew that the ring was of great importance, and the less he wanted to hand it over.

If you look at Mo Xuezong's behavior, you will know that this is a sect that is aloof and indifferent to the common people.

Their dream should be what Lu Pianpian said in the future, to leave this world of fireworks and pursue a higher path in the fairy world.

Luo Ning despised their kind of responsibility.

"You can rest in my palace. My aunt will come when she goes." Zhuo Zhenren stood up and said, "Don't worry, you will be safe. I won't be able to protect my nephew."

"Yes. Auntie, please do it yourself." Luo Ning also stood up.

Zhuo Zhen said: "The immortal spiritual energy I have here is not available in the outside world. You can practice it here."

She didn't know that Luo Ning only needed resources when he made a breakthrough. But his usual cultivation relied entirely on his will power.

Zhuo Zhenren left his Taoist palace, made a magic formula, and appeared in the Immortal Snow Palace of Moxue Sect.

In the Immortal Snow Palace, which is covered in silver, crystal clear, and full of aura, seven real people, including the sect leader, are all present.

Seeing Master Zhuo coming in, the seven people's eyes lit up.

The round-faced second elder asked first: "Junior sister Zhuo, has your nephew handed over the ring of the immortal envoy?"

Master Xue, who was at the top, also looked at Master Zhuo expectantly.

Zhuo Zhenren shook his head and sighed: "Don't be lucky, he didn't. I have asked carefully."

Xue Zhenren showed a hint of bitterness, "As expected, it still doesn't happen. We shouldn't hold on to such hope. It's impossible for the ring of the Immortal Envoy to wait until the young man from the Zhuo family shows up and still wear it on his finger."

"Such an important thing should have been gone long ago."

The second elder was also very disappointed, "Since Seventh Sister has asked, there is no decision. The question is, what should we do now?"

No other real person had any doubts.

It is absolutely impossible for a young man with low cultivation level to lie and act in front of real people.

Zhuo Qiu Shuang must not ignore the overall interests of Mo Xuesong and commit fraud on such a major matter just for the sake of a nephew.

Master Xuezhen frowned slightly: "I finally waited for the immortal envoy to come, but the immortal envoy lost his true soul and can no longer give instructions."
To be continued...