Chapter 380

"Did you find anything?"

In the mountain forest, an old man in green asked the old man in black opposite. He looked a little ugly.

They are two of the eight ancestors of Confucianism. After Wang Hao left, they came to look for each other in the last direction.

Because according to what the other party said, the mysterious man hiding on that mountain watching the war is likely to be the descendant of the overseas Wulin small sage villa. Only the small sage villa from the same source can be worthy of the man who carries the pot for their Confucianism as Wang Hao said.

But they came here to search day and night, but they got nothing.

The other Wulin leaders who followed also got nothing and left soon. This person is very important to them, so they haven't given up and are still searching nearby.

Only the people of overseas Wulin small sage villa can solve their crisis. It is their only hope. They can't give up.

The old man in black shook his head slightly, and his face was also very ugly. Obviously, he had no harvest at all.

"Boom..."

Just when the old man in green shirt wanted to say thank you, suddenly there was a slight roaring sound from the depths of the western mountains. They looked at each other and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

"This is..."

They came to the source of the movement, but they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

This is a canyon, surrounded by hard rock cliffs, but most of the rock cliffs inside collapsed and smashed, covered with ferocious and terrible sword marks. It is obviously a battlefield, and there are terrible people fighting here.

"It's the thief Wang Hao!"

The old man in black stared at a huge sword mark for a long time. Finally, he confirmed that it was cut by Wang Hao, and there was still a trace of each other's sword Qi on it.

This discovery surprised the two people, but they were also very frightened. They rushed into the valley to search, and finally came to a big pit. There was a man lying inside, a man covered with red fruits and scars.

"It's the breath of my Confucian Kung Fu!"

The old man in green shirt almost cried with joy when he felt the breath of his own Kung Fu in the man's body.

He can be sure that there is no such a young congenital great master in the Central Plains Confucianism. Since they are not from the Central Plains, they can only be the small sage villa in the overseas Wulin.

This is the person they are waiting for!

"There's still hope. We have to take him back as soon as possible!"

The old man in black jumped down from the pit and quickly picked up the man after confirming that his life was not in danger. The old man in green also took off his coat and put it on.

The two carefully rushed to the nearest Confucian base camp to meet with other ancestors.

It's not that they can do the Lord. We must gather everyone together.

Soon they returned to their old nest, and all the Confucian ancestors put down their things and rushed to them. Even the two seriously injured shouted to be carried over.

The man who was carried back was also treated by Confucian doctors. The whole man was wrapped like a mummy.

"Is he awake?"

Several doctors waiting for treatment came out of the room, and the Confucian ancestors hurried forward and asked eagerly.

That's their only hope. There must be no mistake.

"The injury has been treated and can be cured in a year at most. I don't know when to wake up and grow old..."

A doctor headed by the old man shook his head slightly, but before he finished speaking, the Confucian ancestors seemed to feel something, forcibly broke through the door of the room and rushed in, and then saw an embarrassing scene.

I saw a mummy wrapped in gauze struggling to climb out of the rear window, but the left leg bone was almost completely crushed. For a time, it was stuck on the window.

When the mummy saw the intruded Confucian ancestors, his eyes stared at the boss, as if he saw something terrible. He no longer cared about the injury of his left leg, but rolled out.

A quarter of an hour later, the mummy was carried back to his bed. Several old doctors who had not left dealt with his injuries again before they left.

At this time, only the mummy and the eight ancestors of Confucianism were left in the room, and nine people were wide eyed.

"Your Excellency is the descendant of xiaoshengxian villa?"

The Confucianist ancestor, who was the first to break the silence, asked kindly, and all his old faces turned into chrysanthemums.

No way, this is their hope of Confucianism. They can't be careless. Naturally, they have to have a better attitude.

The mummy seemed to have accepted his fate and lay down on the bed without love.

"What are you bastards bringing me here for? I, Jing Tianming, don't want to come to such a ghost place even if I die outside! "

Yes, this is the vest model used by Wang Hao - Jing Tianming.

The setting of xiaoshengxianzhuang is that he is selected from the Mingyue series of Qin Dynasty, but the identity of the characters in xiaoshengxianzhuang in the animation is more sensitive. It is difficult for Xunzi or the three masters to impersonate in the cottage.

So he can only choose Jing Tianming as the simulation object.

Of course, he chose the youth version.

After all, in the animation, Jing Tianming somehow pretended to be a disciple of xiaoshengxianzhuang. It's still no problem to use it to deceive him. At the same time, it's also a kind of nostalgia for the past.

"Why do you have to be like this? My Confucian family has beautiful mountains and rivers, and the family background is also rich. Little friends, but I need something. I and others must do it for little friends. "

The Confucianist ancestor, who was the first, still maintained a kind smile and did not taboo what the boy said before.

"The karma of all the Confucians in the Central Plains is surging, and the whole clan land is entangled by causal karma. It looks like a magic cave in the past. It also means beautiful mountains and rivers?"

Wang Hao scolded without scruples.

He can also see that the eight old guys of Confucianism attach importance to him, so as long as the other party doesn't see through his disguise, he can scold at will, and the other party will never turn his face.

This made the eight ancestors of Confucianism look black and worry more.

Previously, the sword God Ximen chuixue and Taoist chunyangzi were very afraid of their causal karma. At that time, they didn't care much because the other party was not their own.

But now Jing Tianming is likely to be the descendant of the little sage villa in the overseas Wulin, that is, his own person. His words are very reliable.

This can't help them not believing it. At the same time, they also understand why the other party had to flee here regardless of the seriously injured body.

"It seems that the problem of our Confucianism is not generally serious!"

The eight ancestors of Confucianism looked at each other and were determined to please the heirs of the little sage villa at all costs.

"Jing Xiaoyou, we also know something about this and have ideas to solve it. We just suffer from the lack of specific reform methods. Can you give us some advice?"

Finally, a Confucian ancestor asked to keep his posture low.

For the sake of their own inheritance and survival, they don't mind putting down their body to ask for a boy's help.

"I can say it, but I can't say it here. I'm going to move out at any mountain. If I stay here, I'll definitely catch your causal karma!"

Wang Hao's attitude is quite firm, that is, he doesn't intend to stay in the ethnic land of Confucianism.

After all, acting is to play a full set!

The eight Confucianists turned black again, but they agreed.

It doesn't matter where to say it. As long as the boy is willing to communicate, it's not a problem to squat in the pit and talk.

Soon, Wang Hao was escorted by eight Confucian ancestors to the top of a barren mountain. There was a simple wooden building, which was once a place of cultivation for a Confucian elder. It has been abandoned since the death of that Confucian elder.

After a simple cleaning up, Wang Hao lived in the wooden building, and a large number of Confucian experts were arranged to guard around.

This is the hope of their Confucianism. There is no room for any mistakes.

Even the six Confucian ancestors in good condition held ancient swords one after another, for fear that someone would come and plot against the heirs of the little sage villa.

When everything was stable, Wang Hao comfortably lay on the rocking chair and motioned the eight ancestors of Confucianism to come forward.

His injury itself was just an affectation. Even if he hadn't deliberately suppressed the repair ability of blood force, his injury would have healed long ago.

Before that, the canyon was also deliberately fought by him. It was shaped into a battlefield of war, and it was also to make noise and attract Confucian people.

And now he can finally start fooling Confucianism!

The eight ancestors of Confucianism hurried forward, and the two ancestors injured by Wang Hao were also carried over.

"I said if you have a pit in your brain!"

Wang Hao scolded at first. He hated the eight old guys so much that he wouldn't miss the chance to scold this time.

Sure enough, although they were unhappy with Wang Hao's words, they didn't show it and quietly waited for Wang Hao's next words.

"Do you really think you are a character after you have been the king and overlord in the ancestral land of the Central Plains for too long? First I went to kill the pervert Wang Hao, then I went to kill the unparalleled swordsman, and finally I fought against the protagonist of Zhu Yanzu's time. You are going against the sky!

Do you know how much the old devil valued the pervert Wang Hao? Do you know how many days there are strong people in wushuangcheng? The worst thing is that Zhu Yanzu is stared at by many old monsters in the broken territory. Don't bother our little sage villa if you want to die... "

Wang Hao scolded more and more. The eight ancestors of Confucianism looked at their nose, nose and heart. Even if they were sprayed on their faces by Wang Hao's spittle stars, they didn't respond at all.

At their age, they won't be moved by these words. As long as they can save Confucianism, they won't frown even if they die.

After scolding for half an hour, Wang Hao didn't stop until his mouth was dry. He picked up the tea brought by the maid and drank it.

"In fact, I am ten thousand people who don't want to come to your Central Plains Confucianism, but I am forced by others.

It's just that you are too troublesome. Your own family background is not valued by others. Unfortunately, it can only be our little sage villa.

I haven't been here in the Central Plains for a few days. First, I was beaten by the wife of the leader of wushuangcheng, and then the bastard of Qiyu demon king came to beat me. Before, I was beaten by the pervert Wang Hao. All my possessions were robbed.

I've been lying on my bed all the time! "

After taking a breath, Wang Hao burst out again, which embarrassed the eight Confucianists who had been expressionless all the time.

In this way, it seems that things are really their Confucian pot. No wonder this little sage villa didn't show up in the Central Plains for more than a year. It turned out to be healing!

What a sin!

No wonder people are so angry. It won't be easy to spread it on anyone.

They had checked the boy's injury before. It was really sad. It was terrible, especially that face was about to be disfigured.