At this moment I revive the Chinese gods

Ximen Chuuxue was silent. He couldn't imagine that Zhao Feiyu, who had been with him for several days, was actually a descendant of the ancient sage, but he was relieved after careful consideration.

"No wonder, brother Zhao has an extraordinary temperament. No matter his temperament or strength, ordinary people can't grasp it. I am afraid that only the legendary ancient sage is qualified to accept him as a disciple."

In his eyes, Zhao Feiyu's talent far surpassed those so-called geniuses, and even he seemed dim in front of the other party.

"The old ancestor attaches great importance to this meeting. Haven't you met Mr. Zhao a few times? You must seize the opportunity!"

Uncle Ming earnestly reminded: "If you can really win over this ancient sage powerhouse this time, your position will really be solid!"

Ximen Chuuxue also understands that if there is really an ancient sage standing behind him, then even if it is his father, the current Patriarch of the Ximen family will have to be kind to him.

In this Dongcheng District, the Old Sage means transcendence, even if it is just a low-level Old Sage!

Just when the two were thinking about their own calculations, the door of the Zhao Mansion opened with a creaking sound.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at it with a frown, and was suddenly stunned.

There are thousands of lights released from the door, bathing the people in front of them like holy fire.

She was wearing a water-green long dress, her long black hair slanted down like a waterfall, setting off her delicate skin better than Bai Xue, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and there was a very faint glint between her eyebrows.

At this moment, those so-called beauties in the outside world are just rouge vulgar fans, coquettish sluts in front of her.

Like a saint from the heavens who fell to the mortal world!

Ximen Chuuxue had never seen a person with such a sign before, and he was a little startled all of a sudden.

"Guests, my young master invites everyone to enter!" Han Xiang didn't seem to see Ximen Chuuxue's dull gaze, and turned away after leaving this sentence.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly remembered something, and added: "Only two people are allowed in, and the others are waiting outside!"

Except for the young master, no one else is qualified to make her spend more time talking.

"My son, my son, let's go!"

When Uncle Ming saw that Ximen Chuuxue was stunned at the beauty, he became anxious.

Only then did Ximen Chuuxue come to his senses, he quickly looked away, gave some instructions, and left following Han Xiang's footsteps.

Still thinking in my heart: "Could this girl be Brother Zhao's wife?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling envious towards Zhao Feiyu.

The three of them turned around a long corridor and finally came to the lobby of the Zhao Mansion.

And Zhao Feiyu and the two had just finished a gust of wind and clouds, and they were lying comfortably on the chair with their teeth picked.

"Satisfied!" The three-legged Jinwu hiccupped and sighed happily.

"Stop sighing, quickly become a human!"

Zhao Feiyu glanced outside the door, and said lightly: "Last time you came forward to solve the problem, but this time they came after you!"

"What if people know that the great Old Sage is an ugly and stupid turkey?" Zhao Feiyu suddenly smiled, thinking that this idea is quite interesting.

The three-legged Golden Crow immediately retorted: "Master Divine Beast, I am the Three-legged Golden Crow, an ancient divine bird, not a turkey!"

As he said that, he turned around and changed back into a human body.

"You need to give yourself a name!" Zhao Feiyu said, and there was already someone outside the door.

"Master, the person has arrived!"

Han Xiang saluted Zhao Feiyu respectfully, and then stood behind Zhao Feiyu obediently.

Ximen Chuuxue, who was following behind, watched this scene, his eyelids twitched:

"Master? Isn't she Brother Zhao's wife? How could he be called Young Master? No, where is there a wife who calls her husband Young Master? The only one who can call him Young Master..."

"maid?"

The corners of Ximen Chuuxue's mouth twitched wildly, and ten thousand muddy horses galloped past his heart: "Violence!"

Although Zhao Feiyu has scolded Zhao Feiyu a hundred times in his heart, but this time his purpose of coming here is very important, he squeezed out a smile and saluted and said:

"Brother Zhao, it's been a long time!"

His eyes immediately fell on the luxurious man at the side, his eyes moved slightly, and there was a bit of respect and excitement in it: "I think this is Senior Old Sage, I really look up to him for a long time!"

"Ok!"

The three-legged Jinwu pretended to be unfathomably deep, and nodded heavily.

Zhao Feiyu, who was beside him, smiled and said, "Brother Ximen came from afar, please sit down quickly!"

"Who is this?" Zhao Feiyu's eyes fell on Uncle Ming with a questioning expression.

Uncle Ming stood up immediately, and said respectfully: "I am Ximen Ming, the current steward of Ximen's master's house, please forgive me for coming uninvited!"

Zhao Feiyu smiled and said, "It's okay if you come here!"

"Brother Zhao is a real person who doesn't show his face. Although I knew you were extraordinary, I never thought that you were the apprentice of the ancient sage. It's really enviable!" Ximen Chuuxue said the truth.

How many Old Sages are there in this world?

It's rare.

Being able to become an apprentice of the ancient sage, stepping into the realm of a saint is a certainty, and even reaching a higher realm.

Not to mention some of the invisible gains, just talking about the direct benefits, as long as you don't touch some of the fundamental benefits of having an ancient sage's master in this Dongcheng District, it can almost be said to be walking sideways.

Although Ximen Chuuxue can reach this level, he is still very envious.

But these words confused Zhao Feiyu and others.

"The apprentice of the ancient sage?" Zhao Feiyu glanced at the three-legged Golden Crow with a strange expression, and suddenly understood why this guy was madly looking for a challenge from him before, and couldn't help laughing:

"It's also thanks to the ancient sage next to me who can look down on me!"

Hearing the obvious teasing in Zhao Feiyu's words, Han Xiang couldn't help but pursed her lips and snickered.

The three-legged Jinwu bowed his head in embarrassment and drank his tea.

"What's the matter?? Did I say something wrong?" Ximen Chuuxue asked in a daze seeing the strange atmosphere.

"Ahem, cough, no, no!"

Zhao Feiyu coughed, then smiled and said, "Brother Ximen must have a mission to come here this time, right? Since I have met my master, it doesn't matter if you have anything to say!"

"This……"

Ximen Chuuxue obviously didn't expect Zhao Feiyu to be so straightforward. He turned his head and glanced at Uncle Ming next to him. Seeing him nodding in agreement, he said with confidence:

"I would like to implore your master, that is, Senior Old Sage, to join my Ximen family and become the honorary guest of my Ximen family. I don't know what you want?"

"Honorary guest?" Zhao Feiyu frowned slightly.

Ximen Chuuxue was afraid that Zhao Feiyu would directly reject him, so he quickly said: "The honorary guest is just a name, and you can come and go freely. You only need to help the family when the family is alive, and it will not affect the practice of the seniors!"