The Second Immortal Road

"Lord Immortal, Xiaomin didn't offend you, you just don't remember the villain's past, and let Xiaomin go!" The gray-clothed boy said with a smile on his face.

"Don't be slick?" Han Ming said with a smile.

"Don't be slippery!" The gray-clothed boy answered honestly.

"Are you Zhu's family?" Han Ming continued to ask.

"Don't dare to conceal the immortal long, Xiaomin is considered to be the younger half of Zhu's family, an illegitimate child of the Jiazi black guard and the maid!" The gray-clothed boy nodded in response.

"Hmph, you guys are still chattering, don't see the coffin, don't cry!" Han Ming snorted when he heard the words, the speed increased by a half, and flew away towards the distance.

Seeing that Han Ming was doing this, the gray-clothed boy prayed in a low voice for a while, but Han Ming was not moved at all. In desperation, he changed his tone and exaggerated his tone to threaten him, saying how powerful his uncle is. Zhong is also the existence of leaving.

Threatened for a while, but found that Han Ming was too lazy to pay attention to him. The gray-clothed boy began to struggle again, tearing Han Ming's clothes vigorously, but he didn't expect that Han Ming's clothes were all vestments. After a while, he didn't see anything out of it. Folds.

Half a day later, Han Ming stood before the tomb where Chun'er was caught, and sighed silently. The scene of entering the tomb with the big brother is still vivid, but in a blink of an eye, more than a hundred years have passed. , This ancient tomb was built into a secret refuge by the Zhu family!

"Run, run!" Seeing the stone mountain where the ancient tomb is located, the gray-clothed boy immediately pulled his throat and shouted with one of the Zhu family's stunts.

Han Ming shook his head and smiled, carrying the young man directly into the rocky mountain, without going in through the dark road at all, and directly using the earth escape amulet to directly enter the mountain, to the space where he was fighting with Chun'er.

There was a person sitting cross-legged in the middle of this empty tomb, with sparse white hair growing on his head, folds piled on top of each other, and there were only three or four teeth in his slightly open mouth.

Han Ming could tell at a glance that although this person was still alive, he was old and unworthy. His life was almost exhausted. He was in a trance, groggy, and sitting down was a matter of Tian Xu.

Han Ming and the gray-clothed boy appeared in the tomb, but the person sitting there didn't move at all, and seemed to be dead.

"Father!" Seeing the man in the middle, the gray-clothed boy shouted immediately, struggling hard at the same time.

Looking at the gray-clothed boy in his hand and the old man in front of him, Han Ming released his hand.

After the gray-clothed boy was let go, he ran to the dead body not far away, knelt in front of him, wanted to support the old man with both hands, but he was too late to start, for fear of exerting too much force. The old man's weak body broke apart.

"He is dying." Han Ming walked up and slowly said.

"I know." The gray-clothed boy lowered his head and said in an unusually low tone. Then he saw Han Ming, and suddenly he grabbed the life-saving straw like a drowning man. He immediately crawled over on his knees, grabbed the corner of Han Ming's clothes, and prayed. Said: "Sir Shenxian, please save my father, I will tell you everything you want to know, I am the Zhu family, the head of this generation, I know everything!"

"Sure enough!" Han Ming showed a clear look on his face, but then shook his head again: "I can't help it. If his life is near, I can still use spells to delay him for a few years, and in the past few years Help him build the foundation and continue his life. But now his vitality loss is too severe, the spirit has almost disappeared, and the pill is no longer valid! He trained ten levels of qi before and suffered serious injuries before, but he suffered nearly a hundred Twenty years old is enough!"

Hearing Han Ming's words, the gray-clothed young man suddenly felt as if he was pumped out of energy, and his whole body became wilted, and he shed tears in silence for a while, and then climbed up to the old man's side, gently supporting the old man's thin body.

"I can give you a chance to say goodbye!" Han Ming stepped up, patted the old man's head, twitched a faint phantom, and then gently vomited his energy into the phantom.

With the integration of Han Ming's pill formation period essence, the phantom suddenly solidified a lot, and slightly condensed towards the middle, forming a light and shadow exactly like the skinny old man, and there were some figures in the eyes of this light and shadow.

"Father!" The gray-clothed boy rushed forward, but he was empty.

"This is his soul, it's a ghost, you can't touch it, you two say goodbye, hurry up, I have something to ask you later!" Han Ming said lightly.

The old man swept around in confusion, and saw the tear-stained gray-robed boy, his eyes were suddenly happy, but he seemed to think about it, his face became serious, and he coldly yelled: "Zhu Lingqin, you Now it is the head of the Zhu family, and the Zhu family will be entrusted to you, what does it look like crying!"

"Zhu Lingqin?" Han Ming originally planned to wait for a while and let the father and son sue each other, but when the old man scolded the name of the gray-clothed boy, he suddenly showed an unexpected look and turned to stare at the old man: " You said his name is Zhu Lingqin, so what is your name, but it is a generation of characters!"

The old man had already felt Han Ming before, and knew that this was an unfathomable existence, definitely a senior expert in the world of cultivating immortals, but he didn't know why Han Ming was here, so he didn't dare to talk to him at will, just thinking about dragging him a while. I really thought of a countermeasure, but now that Han Ming took the initiative to speak, he naturally didn't dare to neglect.

The old man is a tenth-level cultivator who has seen the world of cultivating immortals. Naturally, he is not as fearless as Zhu Lingqin. He lowered his head tremblingly, with a respectful attitude. He did not dare to look up at Han Ming: "The younger generation is indeed a man. The character generation, his full name is Zhu Luming, who is the previous generation of the Zhu family's Patriarch!"

Hearing that the old man was actually called Zhu Luming, Han Ming's face was a bit weird, and then he said: "Zhu Luming, who is your father? It won't be Zhu Yiwen, right?"

"The younger father is indeed Zhu..." The old man spoke, and during the meantime he secretly glanced up at Han Ming. After this glimpse, he was stunned for an instant, and even forgot the following words.

The old man raised his head and looked at Han Ming's face carefully. He couldn't hide his shock anymore, and the spirit was a little unstable because of his incredible emotions.

"My nephew pays a visit to Master Uncle!" After thinking about it, the old man knelt on the ground decisively and bowed a big gift. I can save your life!"

Zhu Lingqin was taken aback by his father's actions. Although he didn't know why he wanted to worship the man in Qingpao, after all, his father asked him to do it. Com should do it obediently, and then he gave a big gift to Han Ming.

Zhu Lingqin murmured in his heart, this man in Qingpao could call his father Shishu, wouldn't that be older than his father, looking young, but he was an old guy several hundred years old, no wonder he was too careful to think about it. No one has too much food to eat!

Seeing this scene, Han Ming felt very weird. He has been separated from his big brother for more than one hundred and sixty years. It stands to reason that the Zhu family has to be passed on for seven or eight generations. The blood relationship has faded a lot, but there is no Thinking of meeting the parents and children of the big brother.

Han Ming originally planned to take care of the Zhu family for a while, to ensure that the Zhu family will not be exterminated and leave. After all, the blood connection has been much weaker, but he did not expect such a thing to happen. Within three generations, if the big brother is alive, he will definitely be there. Very concerned about these two people.

"I left Zhu's house in my early years, so many years have passed, how do you recognize me?" Han Ming gave a slight support, supporting the old and the young.

"Father has a collection of scrolls with a portrait of Uncle Shi. Although it is only fifteen or sixteen years old, it is 80% similar to Uncle Shi!" My nephew said about Master Uncle’s experience. By the way, my father also said that Master Uncle told him about this ancient tomb."

"That's it!" Han Ming nodded, and then said with interest: "You and I will talk about your father's experience after I left."

"Yes, Uncle Master!" The old man said with a smile on his face. The uncle who appeared suddenly is clearly a cultivator, and he is not an ordinary cultivator. The only child will not be too miserable to hide in Tibet. I want to talk about "" with more like-minded people, follow "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find friends~