Chapter 247 can only live for ten years!

In the outside world, in the Juexianmen, the rumors about Hong Yu and Duan Mujing have not stopped. It is often heard that two or three disciples gathered together to talk about this matter. Of course, the main reason is that Hong Yu's performance in recent years has been so eye-catching that he has become a well-known celebrity.

Competing for Dragon Ball, shooting the barbarian beast Dapeng, duel with Duan Mujing, and breaking into the eternal forbidden land, any of them will be shocking and give people an extremely unreal feeling.

Duanmujing is one of the most beautiful women in the division. At the same time, she is also the golden branches and jade leaves of the Duanmu family and the pearl on her palm. Naturally, she is also a prominent figure.

How can the rumors spread by such two characters easily stop? The most shocking thing is that Duanmu, the ancestor of the Duanmu family, really has the intention to marry this pearl in the world to Hong Yu.

These days, those rumors have made Duan Mujing's ears cocoons and made her feel like killing.

East of the Tianyuan mainland, the Duanmu family on Fairy Island in the East China Sea. At this time, Duanmu Jing appeared righteously at the door of the hall. She couldn't help asking her grandfather for an explanation. These days, she felt that she had lost her face for three lifetimes.

"Grandpa, you old fool, come out!" Standing domineeringly at the gate, Duan Mujing crossed her small waist with her hands, her crystal cheeks turned red, and her willow eyebrows were upside down, which showed that the pearl of the family's palm was really angry this time.

Hearing the sound, a young man dressed in a blue shirt rushed out and said eloquently, "Oh, it turns out that the lady came back. Did you come all the way back from the teacher's door to visit the ancestors? This filial piety is really rare! Hey hey, but the ancestor said that he was not in the house..."

"What?" Hearing the words, Duan Mu Jingjiao suddenly scolded and rushed to the crown with anger. She immediately offered a long sword, put it directly on the neck of the green-shirted boy, and said angrily, "You, come and listen to it again!"

The poor young man in a green shirt saw the bright sword on his neck. He was immediately scared that his face was earthy, and his legs trembled and he was about to fall: "Little, miss, you are... Ancestor, Laozu, he really said that he was not in the house... Ah, damn it!"

The blue-shirted man finally realized that he had said something wrong, raised his palm, and gave himself a loud slap in the face.

"Humph!" Qiong's nose snorted softly, and Duan Mujing took the long sword. On her delicate little face, it seemed to say the words "I'm so angry" and said coldly, "Go and call my grandfather out!"

The young man's chest fell down, exhaled, and secretly took a selfie on his chest, but said with a bitter face, "However, the ancestor, he really said that he was not in the house... Ah, no, miss, it's the ancestor who doesn't want to see you!"

"You still said!" Duan Mujing shouted, and the long sword in her little hand trembled. She couldn't stab the green-shirted little man with one sword. The green-shirted boy was shocked all over, but he saw that Duan Mujing's little face was murderous. The long sword in his hand shuddered, but he did not stab it up. He secretly touched a sweat fiercely, and then turned around and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

After a while, I only heard a burst of laughter: "Hahaha... It turned out that Jing'er went home, and I thought it was an enemy looking for a door. Jinger, you didn't practice well in the teacher's school, but you ran home to scare a subordinate, but it's wrong!"

"Huh! Not only do I want to make my subordinates fart, but also want to..." Before the words fell, her touching body suddenly moved forward, raised her jade finger, and made a muffled sound with lightning. She was already knocking on the bald head of the wood.

Duanmu was slightly stunned, but instead of being annoyed, he touched the knocked bald head and laughed. Although this end of wood has the past of slaughtering the Western Desert Yin and Yang Church, and in the eyes of the world, it is a great demon who has slaughtered thousands of miles of blood, in fact, it is only his performance in the cultivation world, because the cultivation world is originally a world full of blood, a world where you die or I die.

But in his own house, especially in front of Duan Mujing, the pearl in his palm, he is definitely a kind elder.

"Jing'er, you suddenly came back from the division for the matter of Hong Yu's little brother, right? Ha ha, have you figured it out and are you willing to marry Hong Yu?" Duanmu Yihuang was old and disrespectful. He pretended to be confused and said with a smile on his face. He could not see that he had been a bloodthirsty devil at all.

"Hmm! You also said that if you weren't my grandfather, I would really want to cut off your bald head and kick it as a ball!" Seeing him like this, Duan Mujing subconsciously shook the long sword in her hand and said angrily, "Don't think I'm a fool. Half of the rumors in the outside world are partly due to you secretly contributing to the flames, right?"

Duanmujing is the apple of Murong's family, and tens of millions of favorites are gathered together. At this time, Duanmu Yihuang is also confused. He just sighed and straightened his face and said, "Jing'er, you believe that Grandpa, Grandpa will not look at you. Hong Yu is absolutely extraordinary! You should seize the opportunity!"

"Catch your dead head, what does he care about me? In my eyes, he is a shameless disciple who deserves thousands of knives. There is no more shameless person in the world than him!" Thinking of all the unbearable things between her and Hong Yu before, Duan Mujing's little face, with a contemptful face, said fiercely.

I heard the words. Duanmu shook his head helplessly and smiled, "Jinger, I don't know what festivals you have had before, and there is no need to know. In short, the unhappiness between you is just a little awkwardness between the children. You don't have to care so much. You have to think about everything in a big way, understand?"

"Grandpa, no matter what you say, that shameless apprentice, I don't want anything but to send him to the 18th floor of hell!" After saying this angrily, Duan Mujing brushed her sleeves, twisted her upturned buttocks, turned around and left.

"If Hong Yu can save your grandfather and my life and save the whole Duanmu family. Ten years later, the remnants of the Ximo Yinyang Church in the past dare not come to invade, are you still willing to marry him?"

The slightly old voice of Duanmu came slowly. Duanmu Jing suffocated in an instant, and her whole body seemed to have been suddenly touched by a hole, standing there motionless.

After a long time, Duan Mujing came to her senses, slowly turned around, and subconsciously shook her hand and said, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? What ten years? Aren't you... fine now?"

"Ha ha..." Duanmu Yihuang smiled and smiled with a bleak smile: "Jinger, in the past, in the war with the Yin and Yang Church, I was seriously damaged and almost died on the spot. It is no secret that I cut off my path of immortality and survived. What the whole Tianyuan Continent Cultivation World knows."

In the past, in order to save his life, Duanmu Yihuang cut off the road of immortality. This is indeed not a secret. It is said that it was still very sensational in those years, and many practitioners regretted it. Of course, there are naturally many gloating disasters.

In the cultivation world, there are immortality cultivation and even immortality. For example, those beings called immortals and demons belong to immortality and infinite longevity. Except for external forces that destroy them, these existences will never die of old age.

Duan Mujing stood there in a stunned manner, without a sound, and her little face looked a little pale.

"Jinger," Duanmu sighed heavily and continued, "You don't know that in the past, I cut off the generation gap of the road to longevity, and the life expectancy I got in exchange for just 1,000 years. Now, nine hundred and nine years have passed, that is to say, I can only live for ten years."

Duanmu's words are really shocking. No one can imagine that he is the top master of the Daxia Empire, which seems to be still strong and still strong, that he is running out of time. He only has ten years to live. Ten years later, he will hang up by himself.