Heavenly Star

Chapter 242

Ning Xue was surprised for a while and hurriedly wanted to go over and help him up, but ye Wuchen held him in one hand. He smiled and asked, "Sir, I'm just a useless man with no strength to bind chickens. You still want to respect me as the Lord?"

The old man didn't get up and said tremblingly and firmly, "the one who can get the recognition of disaster bow is our holy Lord! We must follow to the death and never betray! Looking for the Lord and the bow of disaster is the only reason for our beidizong to exist for thousands of years. According to the ancestral training, we can get the protection of heaven, and against it, we can get great disaster from heaven. In those days, my grandfather and his family were lucky enough to survive, and they were blessed by heaven. How dare we disobey the teachings of our ancestors and the Lord! I, Yan Tianwei, would like to pledge my allegiance to the Lord to the death. If there is any difference, heaven will kill the earth! I believe that the current state of the Lord is only temporary. In the future, he will lead me beidizong out of here to the real top of the world! "

His words are firm, from the bottom of his heart, and there is no half falsehood. Ye Wuchen nodded slightly. In front of the southern emperor, he did not show the star cutting sword. In front of the "other" northern emperor, he showed the disaster bow. Because once the former is shown, what they are most likely to do is to kill and seize the sword, while the latter is in exchange for their vow to follow.

"Old man, get up." Ye Wuchen said with satisfaction. He is just a loser. If the old man really has any dishonest heart, killing and seizing the bow is just a small effort. But he still knelt heavily in front of him and expressed his loyalty to him. There was no need for any falsehood - which was exactly what ye Wuchen expected. Otherwise, if there is anything wrong, he will not take out the disaster bow.

"Thank you, Lord!" At this time, the old man was like a loyal minister facing the king in front of Ye Wuchen. He stood up and still couldn't erase the excited color on his face: "originally you were the Lord... It's really God's will. God came to the Lord. Our persistence and loyalty make God really care for us."

Ye Wuchen said, "are you really willing to be loyal to me, a person who met by chance, and do not hesitate to work hard because of a bow?"

"Follow forever and never betray! Otherwise, people and gods will kill it! "

"If I want you to destroy another beidizong, will you agree?" Ye Wuchen asked half seriously and half tentatively.

The old man looked calm and said, "even if there is no order of the Lord, we can't kill it!"

"Oh? Although they forced your grandfather's generation to jump off the cliff, after all, they belong to the blood of the northern emperor like you. They are your relatives. "

"No!" The old man shook his head and looked fiercely: "they can't be called beidizong at all, because the beidizong I led is the real beidizong!"

"Oh?"

The old man said, "in our beidizong, those who have the direct blood of beidizong are single handed down, and can have several women, but there can only be one son forever. Those who have lineal blood must be the patriarch of the northern emperor. I have seven daughters, but only one son, Yan duancang. My son has three daughters. The eldest daughter died prematurely, leaving only two and only one son, Yan Gongluo. Other people with the Yan surname were born to the daughter of the northern emperor and people with other surnames. They took the Yan surname and belonged to the northern emperor's sect, and developed and multiplied from generation to generation. There is only one person in each generation who has the purest blood of the northern emperor. The patriarch of the northern emperor sect known by the Holy Lord is a... Bastard! He is not qualified to lead the northern emperor. The beidizong he led is not beidizong at all! "

Ye Wuchen frowned more and more tightly, and finally squeezed together tightly. After a long time, he nodded slightly: "I see."

At present, the person with the surname Zhongyan of the northern emperor on Tianchen mainland has only a small part of the northern emperor's blood, but it does not prevent them from practicing the Yan soul formula and using heaven and earth to fill the top * *, and they have not declined because of their impure blood. But there must be a gap between pure and impure, and it may be a big gap. I don't know how strong the old man in front of me will be.

"Holy Lord, don't you know what this disaster is?" When he looked at the disaster bow, the old man's eyes were full of piety.

"It is at your feet. I found it under its call."

"Feet?" The old man was slightly absent-minded and said with a self mocking smile, "how could my grandfather, my father and I think that the disaster bow we have been looking for is under our feet and has been with us for so many years. I wonder what it would be like for my grandfather and father to know. " He sighed and said respectfully, "Lord, please rest assured that even if I risked my old life, I will help you recover."

"Well, what happened between me and Siya..." ye Wuchen asked with a smile.

The old man was stunned, and then said with a laugh: "hahaha, the daughter of the person who has the direct blood of the northern emperor is the Lord. A woman can't get married until she is 25 years old and still hasn't found the Lord. Siya didn't cause any big trouble by mistake. Otherwise, it's really difficult for me... You guys, come in. "

Ye Wuchen was slightly surprised. Only then did he find a few figures standing outside the door. After being drunk by the old man, they couldn't hide. They pushed the door and came in.

"Yan duancang, the descendant of the northern emperor Zong, paid homage to the Lord!" The old man's only son, the middle-aged uncle who looked stupid, fell to the ground with a solemn face, followed by his wife.