Chapter 18 Ancient Immortals

"Tick... Tick... The crisp sound of falling water echoed in the silent cave, and the trembling candlelight swayed with the peaks, setting off the virtual shadow on the ancient wall. The huge altar is mottled with vicissitudes, as if the relics of endless time buried underneath, gradually reappearing with the passage of time.

Lu Yu opened his eyes with difficulty, only feeling that he had a headache and was about to crack. His whole body seemed to be broken and moved slightly, as if he were about to disperse. He looked at his body, and the sticky lotion watered his whole body, but there was a trace of fishy smell in the pleasant fragrance, and a trace of warm current slowly rising in his cold body, like a wisp of flame in the cold winter.

"This... Where is it?" Lu Yu raised his head and looked around with all the severe pain all over his body. The sharp lines of the years engraved a deep mark on the surface of the altar. The candlestick on the edge shone with a yellow candlelight. Not far away, a stone seat stood still, like a lonely grave.

"Are I dead? Why do you still feel pain? Is this the underworld? Countless questions circled in Lu Yu's heart. He stroked his head and felt that he was going to burst. The memory in my mind always stays at the moment when it is attacked by the white fog of the bone river. At this time, Lu Yu had no time to think about anything else. A trace of magic slowly ran in his body. The thin real wood Xuanqi repaired Lu Yu's sore body at the speed of shrinking, and the white fog attached to the surface of the muscles and bones gradually melted like ice and snow, and was excluded from his body.

"Puff..." Lu Yu's body shook, and a big mouthful of blood gushed out, instantly dyeing his clothes red.

"If I were you... I won't do that!" Suddenly, a sound sounded, hoarse and old, with a trace of indifference and loneliness. Lu Yu was shocked, and the quiet altar was like stagnant water. His eyes swept over and finally fell on the stone seat not far away. The back of the tall chair slowly turned, and an old figure appeared in Lu Yu's eyes. The latter was moved. The old man in front of him was very amazing. His pale hair and white beard fell on his chest. Although his body seemed to be old, he was still half taller than Lu Yu. The agitated muscles of the whole body are made of steel, and there is no twilight decline at all.

"You... Who is it?" Lu Yu barely stood up and half sat down and asked. The old man looked at his turbid eyes under his thick white eyebrows like a pool of stagnant water. He did not move and said, "Who am I... How many years... My name has long been buried with the king, and that's my era..." The old man is motionless, and his words are full of vicissitudes and loneliness. At a glance, he seems to penetrate ten thousand years. Lu Yu's heart moved slightly, and the origin of the old man in front of him was mysterious. It didn't seem to be as simple as it seemed. There was no fluctuation or momentum from his body, but Lu Yu's instinct told him that the old man might still be above Kou Zhongqing.

"Dare to ask the senior, where is this?" Lu Yu raised his breath and asked. His spirit was extremely tense. He did not dare to be careless in front of such an unknown existence. The so-called master has a strange temper, and there are many murderers who don't agree with him. Perhaps he has been used to listening to books in the teahouse since childhood. Every time he meets such a character, Lu Yu has an inexplicable in his heart. Ann.

"The altar!" After a long silence, the old man spit out two words. Lu Yu was speechless when he heard the words, which was equivalent to the unspoken answer being useless to him. However, even so, Lu Yu did not dare to ask more. At present, even if he continues to ask, the old man in front of him may not provide any useful clues. Lu Yu looked embarrassed and completely gave up taking clues from the old man. He glanced at him and observed everything around him. However, at this time, the old man's voice suddenly echoed on the altar, although it was not loud.

"How many years have passed?" The old man asked, as if to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu was slightly stunned and said with a trace of hesitation, "I don't know when the senior pointed out?"

The old man's eyebrows trembled slightly and then whispered, "How many years has it been since the king's death?"

"Dajun?" Lu Yu muttered with a stagnant look, "What is that?" As soon as he finished speaking, although he was talking to himself, he was heard by the old man. The latter's white eyebrows danced, his hair flashed, and a sharp light flashed through his eyes. In an instant, the whole altar seemed to be shaking, as if he had been angry. Lu Yu was shocked, but he didn't dare to say anything more. Finally, before much time, the old man's mood gradually calmed down. He looked at Lu Yu, and his eyes recovered as before.

"Dajun said that time is like the water of the Bibo Mountain, endless. Once it passes away, it will never turn back, and everything in the past will be taken away. After so many years, has even the name of the emperor disappeared? There is no eternal existence in the world, whether it is a king or a demon god, but why have I survived until now... The old man sighed gently, with a trace of loneliness on his old face. Lu Yu sat quietly and did not dare to make a sound, but the old man's words fell into his ears as shocking as thunder.

"The ancient demon god named Yunchuan, as early as the time of countless years, and the emperor in the mouth of the old man seemed to be equivalent to it, so the old man's words mean... He was born in ancient times... But live to this world?" Thinking of this, Lu Yu was thrilled all over. In an instant, he only felt his scalp numb. He shook his head and dared not think further. Such an idea was too horrible and incredible. Lu Yu looked up at the old man. I don't know why the latter was not only mysterious in his eyes at this time, but also seemed to reveal a kind of under his old body. Strange and unpredictable.

"Do you know the white tiger?" Lu Yu's heart moved and thought of what he had said before. At present, he took this as a guide and talked with the old man. Unexpectedly, as soon as he said something, the old man Gujing's face suddenly flashed a strange color. He looked up slightly, and his eyes showed a look of remembrance.

Is it a white tiger? It seems that he has been in the clan several years. At that time, I was still young and only saw it from afar. He was domineering. Even if he was thousands of miles apart, the murderous spirit in his bones was enough to make people chill. The king spoke highly of him in those years!" The old man suddenly said, his eyes were colorful, and Lu Yu, who was beside him, suddenly had hair all over his body, and a chill rushed from the center of his feet to his forehead.

"The white tiger is an ancient demon god. Have you seen this old man? This... This... Is his mother still a human? Lu Yu's scalp was numb for a moment and he didn't dare to look at each other again. Such a existence was really strange and difficult to know. What he just said was too strange and unacceptable. At this time, Lu Yu's mind turned quickly and made a judgment. Either the other party is a complete magic stick, fooling him here, or... It's true. Lu Yu raised his eyelids slightly and swept over. The latter looked indifferent and seemed to be still immersed in the remembrance. This appearance did not look like a liar walking in the world.

"Can anyone really live so long? From ancient times to this world, it is difficult for even the ancient emperor to do it. Such a fact is in front of us. If it is true, even myths are indescribable!" Lu Yu said secretly in his heart, but he still couldn't believe it.

"Senior... You... Born in ancient times?" Finally, Lu Yu still summoned up the courage to ask, but the other party's reaction was still plain, and there was no wave. He looked at Lu Yu and muttered, "It's too ancient..." The old man chewed the word repeatedly, with doubts in his eyes. After a while, he stretched his eyebrows and said, "Has it been so many years? I'm afraid that everything in the past has already turned into dust and disappeared in the long river of the road.

"Sure enough..." Lu Yu's heart thumped, and before he thought about it, a deep look was like a Ming Dynasty magic mirror illuminating the heavens and the world. Lu Yu raised his head and looked at the old man. The latter still said slowly, "Are you a descendant of the barbarians?"

Although the old man's words were not big, they attracted Lu Yu's strange colors. The latter asked solemnly, "Where did the senior say this?"

The old man just looked quietly but didn't say a word. After a long time, he stood up, and his old body trembled slightly. He stepped out of his hair and fluttering, and his staggering steps showed the fact that he was old. The old man stood on the edge of the altar, looked into the distance, and stroked the candlestick beside him. After a while, the hoarse voice sounded again.

"I am the Red Immortal, born from the ancient years in your mouth!" As soon as the old man's voice fell, Lu Yu's pupils suddenly contracted. Xian Zun, the old man standing in front of him turned out to be an immortal from Taigu. This is an unbelievable fact like a myth, and at this time, he actually appeared in front of him alive.

(Mid-Autumn Festival, I wish everyone a happy holiday and family reunion! There should be another chapter around 11 o'clock. I suggest you read it tomorrow and take a rest!)