Chapter 394: Ancestor of qinshenggong

Qin Yu, the descendant of Qin Sheng Palace, led dozens of people into it. Lu Chen and Liu Qingcheng followed, one after the other, all swiftly flying towards the top of the mountain.
As for the remaining disciples of Qinsheng Palace, they are still fighting with the people in the Sword Emperor Palace on the prairie.
There is a path in the mountain forest, covered with green moss, winding and twisting all the way to the top.
Qin Yu and other disciples of Qin Sheng Palace saw Lu Chen and Liu Qingcheng behind them, and they were extremely frightened.
It wasn't that the Three Young Masters of the Wrath Sword followed by to fight for the inheritance, but the Wrath was on the prairie before, and the Sword Emperor Palace suddenly attacked the people of their Four Sacred Mountains.
Although there was only one woman next to Lord Sword, they did not dare to do it. The reason was that Lord Sword was a super terrifying holy child, enough to kill them all.
The woman next to him is his junior, who has a very high level of attainment in music. Before entering, the opponent had fought Prince Jin Zhen four rounds with a low level of four, and her strength should not be underestimated.
Qin Yu and the others were jealous, and Lu Chen didn't shoot them either. They were too weak and didn't even have the interest to shoot.
The group of people rushed on the road very tacitly, and no one paid any attention to it.
After flying for about a kilometer, a melodious piano sound suddenly sounded in the air. The sound of the piano was gentle and melodious, as if it was like a mountain stream, which made people unconsciously relax.
In addition to the sound of the piano, there was also an invisible coercion.
As they heard the sound of the piano, the pressure on everyone increased instantly, as if there were two more weights on their shoulders, and the pressure would increase by a few points every time they went up a distance.
Most of the disciples who followed Qinyu were no longer able to do so in an instant, ah, lying on the bluestone slab.
Afterwards, it rolled down, and after a certain distance, the pressure was reduced a lot.
This pressure did nothing to Lu Chendao, and soon, there were only three people still going up.
The descendants of Qinsheng Palace are Qin Yu, Liu Qingcheng, and Lu Chen.
Qin Yu is not a saint child, without saint child combat power, at this moment, a pretty face is sweating profusely, his eyes are firm, and he climbs step by step entirely by willpower.
As the three of them kept going up, they soon saw a platform halfway up the mountain, two hundred meters away from them, with a white mist and a looming building.
"The place in front should be senior's residence, right" Liu Qingcheng said softly.
Lu Chen glanced at it, then retracted his gaze, and said, "It should be, let's continue walking."
With that, the two continued to move forward under pressure.
Qin Yu was left behind.
Qin Yu naturally saw halfway up the mountain, and she kept saying to herself in her heart: "I'm going to hold on to it, I will definitely be able to do it."
But in the end it fell on the bluestone steps.
"Hey"
Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and a faint old sigh sounded in their ears. Immediately, on the steps of the platform halfway up the mountain, a phantom figure suddenly appeared.
A kind-eyed old man sits on a bluestone ladder with two eyebrows longer than a beard, resting on his chin, holding a guqin in his arms, and looking at the qinyu with vicissitudes of life below, flashing thoughts, The color of memory seems to be cherishing something.
"Qin Yu, the 88th generation descendant of Qin Sheng Palace, has seen the ancestors" Qin Yu saw the imaginary old man holding the guqin, struggling, and bowed to the old man.
"I have seen seniors," Liu Qingcheng saluted the old man.
"Is the descendant of Qin Sheng Palace so degenerate, there is not even a Saint Child?" the old man said in a vicissitudes of life.
In his tone, with deep disappointment, he thought that when he ruled the Four Sacred Mountains back then, each generation had one or two saint children, but now even the strongest descendants can't even reach the saint children.
Qin Yu heard the old man's words, with a sense of guilt, she didn't dare to look at the ancestor's eyes, lowered her head, and said, "Brother, my disciple disappointed the ancestor."
"Old man, stop the ink, quickly pass the inheritance to my junior sister" Lu Chen urged beside him.
He had already felt that this old man was just a ray of soul thought, without any attack power, and the possibility of dissipating at any time. It is estimated that the reason for supporting for so long was entirely based on an obsession.
As a result, Lu Chen was not afraid of it.
The old man glanced at Lu Chen and said with a smile: "Why do I want to pass on your junior sister."
"An ancestor, you can’t pass it on to this person’s junior sister. This person’s name is the third son of the sword. Just now, the disciples of the Sword Emperor’s Palace slaughtered hundreds of disciples from the Four Sacred Mountains. Now they are still fighting below, and I ask the ancestors to take action to stop the fight." The voice of the illusory old man said eagerly.
Qin Yu felt relieved when he saw the ancestor's divine mind, because the ancestor was the cultivation base of the holy king's pinnacle, even if there was only a ray of divine mind, he could easily stop the fight.
However, after Qin Yu finished speaking, the old man's eyes did not change at all, it seemed to reveal a touch of indifference.
The first point is that this group of younger generations who came in are his descendants after dozens of generations. The second point is that although he is still conscious and able to condense his figure, he is really just a weak ghost that cannot be weakened. Even if you have the heart, it's just helpless.
Qin Yu originally thought that her ancestors would be angry, but her ancestors' performance left her in a daze.
Lu Chen looked at the old man and smiled, "Except for the three people present, I don’t want to practice the piano method. Are my juniors and sisters excellent? My juniors are not at all, and my juniors are talented and intelligent, and they can definitely create you. His piano method is well-known in ten regions, even in the upper world."
"Brother"
Liu Qingcheng was a little embarrassed when he heard Lu Chen's praise, his pretty face flushed with shame, and mist in his eyes.
Qin Yu's mouth squirmed a few times when she heard Lu Chen's words, but found that she couldn't say anything to refute, because she was really inferior to the younger sister of Master Sword.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and said: "The inheritance I left will naturally be passed on to the Four Sacred Mountains, not to outsiders."
Lu Chen said, "Do you want to inherit and carry forward, or are you gradually buried."
"What is an outsider? If you pass it to my junior sister, isn't my junior sister a half of your disciple? It's not an outsider. Besides, you four old men founded the Four Sacred Mountains at the beginning, and the first batch of disciples recruited are not Also an outsider."
The old man smiled suddenly and said: "What a slick mouth."
Lu Chen lazily said, "Stop the ink, hurry up."
"Brother, do you respect the seniors a little" Liu Qingcheng tugged at Lu Chen's cuff and said in a low voice.
Afterwards, Liu Qingcheng looked at the old man and said embarrassedly: "Senior, my brother has such a temper, please don't mind."
The old man smiled and said rather open-mindedly: "Although your brother's words are a bit straighter, there is nothing wrong with what we said. We created the forces at the beginning, and we did not hope to pass on our martial arts to outstanding people and then carry forward it, or I hope that it will continue to be passed on and not be buried."