The short old man was cold all over.

"Why is the Dao Sword in your hands? Who are you?"

The short old man asked in horror, and kept retreating, as if he was very afraid of the Dao Sword.

Gu Feng was a little surprised.

I thought to myself, you are a living person, not an evil person, why are you afraid of the Dao Sword?

This is not normal!

"Do you know the Dao Sword?" Gu Feng asked.

"Of course I know. How could I not know?" said the short old man with resentment in his eyes, "This sword was once in Qiu Chuji's hands."

"Yeah?"

Gu Feng didn't know anything about the past.

"Genghis Khan called Qiu Chuji an old god and gave him a golden tiger card. He issued an edict to ask Qiu Chuji to take charge of Taoism in the world. Therefore, Longhu Mountain gave Qiu Chuji one of his treasures to defend the mountain."

After the short old man finished speaking, he saw Gu Feng thinking, and asked, "Don't you know about this?"

How do I know what happened seven or eight hundred years ago?

Gu Feng shook his head: "I don't know."

"Why is that sword in your hands? Are you a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect? Or a descendant of Qiu Chuji?" asked the short old man.

"None of them." Gu Feng said: "It was by chance that I got the Taoist sword."

What?

The short old man's face changed drastically, his eyebrows were filled with fear, and even his legs were trembling uncontrollably.

"Are you afraid of Dao Sword?" Gu Feng asked.

"Not afraid." The short old man glanced at the Dao Sword hanging above Gu Feng's head, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not afraid."

"Then what are you shaking?"

"I slept in the coffin for too long and my meridians were blocked."

"Don't lie to me, I'm a doctor, it's useless to shake my legs if my blood is blocked."

"I..." The short old man was almost crying and asked Gu Feng: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a little doctor." Gu Feng told the truth.

"Impossible! You absolutely cannot be a little doctor! If you are just a little doctor, the Dao Jian will never be in your hands. You must be the destiny in Qiu Chuji's mouth..."

The short old man suddenly stopped talking.

Gu Feng narrowed his eyes.

Obviously, this short old man knew something.

"I think you'd better say what you know, or..."

Gu Feng took a step forward.

The short old man quickly took a step back, very uneasy, and asked, "Or what do you want?"

"Or I will kill you." Gu Feng took another step forward.

The short old man took another step back and snorted coldly: "You are just in the Golden Pill Realm, and you can't kill me at all."

"Yeah?"

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from Gu Feng's body, and the Taoist sword rotated above his head, as if he would slash him with someone.

"Speak everything you know, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Gu Feng's tone was cold and without any emotion.

The short old man continued to retreat.

"Little bastard, this guy seems to be afraid of you!" Wu Chenzi came to Gu Feng and whispered.

"What he is afraid of is not me, it is the Dao Jian."

"He is indeed afraid of Daojian, but he is even more afraid of you when he gives me the feeling." Wu Chenzi said in confusion: "Why is he afraid of you and Daojian?"

Gu Feng just didn't know, so he wanted to ask clearly.

"I'll say it last and tell me everything you know, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Gu Feng looked at the short old man and said.

The short old man hesitated for a while and said, "Tell you that you can, but you must let me go."

As soon as this said, Gu Feng was even more surprised.

This old man’s cultivation level is obviously higher than his, so why do he still ask for forgiveness?

Too abnormal!

Gu Feng said: "If everything you said is true, then I can consider letting you go."

The short old man then said, "When Qiu Chuji sealed me, he said, if I meet a young man holding a Taoist sword in the future, then this young man will be the legendary son of destiny."

"Son of Destiny?" Gu Feng frowned: "What does it mean?"

"I don't know what it means, Qiu Chuji also said..." The short old man glanced at Gu Feng in fear.

"What else Qiu Chuji said?"

"Qiu Chuji said that the son of destiny will kill me."

Until this moment, Gu Feng understood everything.

No wonder the short old man was frightened when he saw the Dao Jian. It turned out that everything was because of what Qiu Chuji said about the son of destiny.

The short old man must have mistakenly thought he was the son of destiny, so he was afraid.

"I have told you what you want to know. Now, you can let me go." said the short old man.

"Let you leave?" Gu Feng shook his head: "It is impossible to leave."

"What do you mean? Do you want to go back on your word?" The short old man glared at Gu Feng angrily.

Gu Feng said: "You have eaten so many people. Logically speaking, Senior Qiu Chuji should have killed you and avenged his disciples, but he did not kill you, but just sealed you here and guarded the tomb for Genghis Khan. I can't go against Senior Qiu Chuji's wishes, right?"

"what you up to?"

"Lying back into the coffin and keep guarding the tomb for Genghis Khan."

"Dream!" said the short old man angrily: "I have been sealed by Qiu Chuji for 795 years, 795 years, and I will never stay here again even if I die."

"Don't be dissatisfied. Looking at the past and present, how many people can live seven or eight hundred years old?" Gu Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he said in a cold voice: "You only have two choices, either continue to guard the tomb or die!"

Gu Feng was unwilling to let the short old man leave because he thought the old man was very dangerous.

The short old man's cultivation level is above the realm of the Golden Pill. After living for so many years, he is simply a change.

The most important thing is that this guy also likes to eat people.

If this guy is allowed to go out, I don’t know how many people will be eaten.

This guy has a strong cultivation level and if he really wants to make trouble, I am afraid that few people will be able to catch him.

So, not letting this guy go out is the best choice.

The short old man looked at Gu Feng's expression, and there was no room for bargaining. His eyes flashed for a moment, and he swallowed his anger and said, "Okay, I can guard the tomb."

What are you afraid of when guarding the tomb? You can't seal me anyway.

After you leave, I will go out of the coffin.

The short old man thought to himself.

"You are tactful." Gu Feng shouted to Wuchenzi: "Give me a piece of yellow paper, I want to draw a ghost talisman."

"What? You can draw ghost talismans?" The short old man was uneasy.

Gu Feng said: "I will be relieved only if I continue to seal you with ghost talismans. Otherwise, what should you do if you run out after we leave?"

It turned out that this kid knew all his thoughts.

The short old man's face became extremely ugly. After a while, he cursed.

"Qiu Chuji's bastard sealed me once, and you still want to seal me, dream!"

"I won't stay here again even if I die."

"I don't believe you are really that son of destiny."

Whoosh-

The short old man rushed out.

Gu Feng was about to take action, but the Taoist sword hanging above his head automatically turned into a stream of light, flew out, and slashed on the eyebrows of the short old man.
Chapter completed!