The little sweet concubine of Emperor Zun's family

Chapter 463 Not Just Them (3)

"Just what?" Lu Nishang's eyes moved slightly, and she asked suspiciously.

"It's just that the team I'm leading won't be with you," Elder Song replied flatly, turning around and leaving this place regardless of Lu Nishang's feelings.

"It's best not to follow, huh!" Lu Nishang said with a displeased face, turned around and went in the opposite direction.

It seems that the two don't like each other very much.

At the same time, in a luxuriously decorated room, there was a skinny old man wearing a gray robe. From a distance, he looked like a sculpture covered in dust.

The incense burner next to it emits green smoke, and the slightly heaving chest of the old man proves that the person is still alive, but judging from this, the person has lived for many years.

Suddenly, there seemed to be something shining brightly in the purse next to the old man, and there was a faint look of wanting to rush out.

"Hmm..." The old man suddenly opened his eyes, and the hawk-like eyes shot out like swords, which made people shudder.

Immediately afterwards, the old man noticed something strange in the purse at his waist, and carefully drew a spiritual power mask around his body, and then opened the purse.

Suddenly, a small piece of wood flew out of the purse and hit the top of the spiritual power shield. The old man narrowed his eyes, opened his skinny palm, and pinched the small piece of wood in his palm.

At this time, the wood also became quiet, as if it had never moved.

"It's strange, it's really strange. After so many years, I thought it was useless." Maybe it's because he hasn't spoken for a long time, the old man's voice is a bit hoarse and tearing.

"Come on!" The old man yelled out the door, and put a small piece of wood in his hand back into his purse. The purse was calm and looked flat.

But don't underestimate this purse, it's the same as the Qiankun bag on your head, it can hold a lot of things, but it usually looks like an ordinary purse, it's just inconspicuous.

"Master" a respectful butler-like person walked in through the door, his footsteps were barely audible, he seemed to be a master, otherwise he wouldn't have done so well.

"Go and call Zhao Li," the old man said slightly.

"Yes" the butler had no extra words, turned and left without making a sound.

Not long after, a gray-haired old man walked in. He looked about 60 years old, but in this world of cultivation, he would not be younger than 100 years old.

"Old Ancestor, what are your orders?" The old man said respectfully to the person sitting cross-legged, not daring to show his breath, and lowered his head.

"Is there any news?" The ancestor said lightly, and opened his eagle-like eyes to look at the old man.

"Reporting to the ancestor, there is indeed news. I was planning to send someone to verify it just now, but I didn't bother you when I saw you were retreating." The old man lowered his head, fearing that the ancestor would kill him. of.

The patriarch's eyes stopped on the steward's confidant, and he saw him nodding, so he turned to Zhao Li.

"You did a good job." The ancestor nodded in satisfaction.

"It is Zhao Li's honor to share the ancestor's worries." Zhao Li buried his head respectfully, and was not delighted by the ancestor's words, as if he was willing to do these things.

"I like to understand people, you've done a good job, I hope you don't forget that I can't tolerate sand in my eyes." The ancestor said and was about to get up, but the steward's confidant hurried over to support him, helped him to the table, and fell down A pot of hot tea.

"I won't forget, I won't forget, even if Zhao Li forgets his surname, he won't forget how my ancestor cultivated me." Zhao Li knelt down in fear, and his timid look made the ancestor smile with satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)