Chapter 200

At present, this seems to be the only feasible explanation, but no matter how he feels, it is difficult to find its trace. There is no change except the picture in his mind.

"Wait a minute, memory!"

Yang Xuan suddenly thought of something and deliberately let those pictures flash in his mind.

The faint pain reappeared, but he endured it. The picture in his mind turned to the end. Fortunately, that memory did not disappear.

After his coma, scenes emerged as if they were on the scene.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, which glittered with complex light.

"That figure is as like as two peas in a dream."

Jiang Weisheng didn't see the scene of the woman's appearance and disappearance in his memory. Yang Xuan naturally didn't know where she came from, but he could confirm one thing.

Jiang Wei died, and most of his consciousness dissipated in the divine fire. Only these memories were not burned.

Yang Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky ahead. The woman appeared there.

He analyzed a lot of things from the two people's dialogue. It was just speculation. With his current strength, he could not prove it at all.

"Phoenix?"

He whispered, and after a long time, he came back to his senses.

At this time, the black snake kept swimming around him. The golden letter hissed, and the vertical pupil was full of cold. It was vaguely killing, but it always kept a distance of several meters from him and did not continue to approach.

Yang Xuan looked at the black snake with a dignified look and threw away the idea in his head for the time being.

He couldn't break the black snake's defense and hurt it. Naturally, there was no chance of winning. Even when he stepped back slowly, he touched the wooden sword at his waist with one hand. There was a sign hanging quietly with many patterns on it.

Just then, a pile of information poured into his mind again.

"This is... The formula to urge the brand!"

Yang Xuan widened his eyes. The information about the waist brand completely appeared in his mind at this moment, which surprised him for a while.

However, this was not the time to think. He held the brand in his hand and urged it according to the method in his brain. At the same time, his body kept retreating to the position where he first entered the spiritual pulse.

The black snake kept approaching him, but it seemed to be afraid of something. It maintained a constant speed and was always a few meters away from Yang Xuan.

A glimmer of joy flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes and his mouth was full of words. A moment later, a glimmer of light flashed on the sign, and his figure disappeared in place.

As soon as the black snake saw that Yang Xuan had disappeared, he immediately rushed over and circled in his original position. The golden vertical pupil looked around as if he was angry.

Yang Xuan appeared in the main hall of the palace of the state of Jiang.

There was nothing in the hall. Jiang Huang's father and son had already left. Yang Xuan looked around and went out immediately.

"Welcome to my grandfather!"

Just out of the hall, a neat sound came.

Ten meters outside the main hall, dozens of officials were lined up neatly. In front of them was a remote old man wearing Zen clothes and a kind face.

Behind him, Jiang Huang and Jiang Hai stood in turn, looking respectful.

Yang Xuan was stunned. He looked at Jiang Huang suspiciously. He was about to speak. The old man headed by him took a step forward, patted his sleeve and said respectfully, "younger generation Jiang Fangzheng, welcome the old ancestor."

Then he would kneel down.

Yang Xuan was surprised and hurriedly played a spiritual power to hold it up.

"Lord Jiang... Are you..."

Jiang Huang stared at Yang Xuan and looked at him for a long time. Then he hesitated and asked, "excuse me, are you Yang Xianshi or..."

"Naturally, it's Yang."

Yang Xuan replied speechlessly, which was also a reaction.

Jiang Huang should have thought that he was really possessed by Jiang Weisheng, which was the scene at this time.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "your ancestors wanted to occupy your body, but there were some accidents, and now they have died."

"What!"

Jiang Huang was surprised, but he soon restrained his mood, but his eyebrows were always frowned tightly.

It's a great enemy of life and death for friars that their ancestors wanted to give up to others. It's not too much to say that they won't die. Now, if they didn't give up, they fell into a difficult situation.

Yang Xuan is now the only hope of the state of Jiang and the only friar in the third realm. It is impossible to be an enemy with him. The state of Jiang even wants to please him, but it may not be so easy to please after the fight.

After Yang Xuan's words, the relationship between the two sides suddenly fell into an embarrassing situation.

The field suddenly became strangely quiet.

Yang Xuan looked at the changing face of Jiang Huang, hesitated for a moment and said, "Lord Jiang, I can expose the matter of your ancestors. Naturally, Yang won't stand idly by in the current crisis of Jiang."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Huang immediately brightened his eyes and raised his head.

"Is that true?"

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded.

"Good!"

Jiang Huang smiled with his hands. The sense of amazement just now disappeared. He said to the donkey down the slope, "the death of my grandfather is a blow to the state of Jiang. Fortunately, master Yang Xian is willing to do justice, and all the ministers have not thanked master Yang Xian with me."

"Thank Yang Xian for his great righteousness!"

All the ministers kowtowed to him. They didn't know the matter of seizing and giving up, nor did they know the mixed gratitude and resentment. They just worshipped deeply with emperor Jiang.

After the ceremony, Emperor Jiang immediately dismissed all the ministers, and even Jiang Hai retired. Only the old man in Zen clothes always stood in place and looked at Yang Xuan with clear eyes.

"Who is this?"

Feeling the old man's eyes, Yang Xuan immediately asked.

"Oh, little brother Yang, this is my father. Now he is worshipping Buddha in Xingcheng temple."

"It's the emperor."

Yang Xuan bowed slightly to show respect.

"Little friend, I'm serious. I'm just a grass-roots citizen now."

"This..." Yang Xuan looked at King Jiang and immediately changed his mouth: "Yang admires you for being able to abandon power and get rid of the world of mortals."

The old man waved his hand: "all the roads in the world have their own meaning. I just chose one of them. There is no difference. Now that everything has been completed, I almost should leave."

"I'll tell you something about your ancestors..."

"I already know this. Master Yang Xian is not at fault. We should make amends. Although I don't care about the affairs of my family and country, my sin has been born, feng'er."

"Yes."

Emperor Jiang stepped forward and respectfully responded.

The old man looked at him and said slowly, "it's our country's fault. Since my grandfather has fallen, we should deal with the aftermath."

"Don't worry, father. I'll handle it properly."