"It\'s you!"

Looking at the person in front of him, Guo fan\'s face changed and the tape sighed.

"You\'re not dead."

"My good disciple was merciful and saved my life. Only then can I survive here."

This is a secret room.

In the middle of the secret room sat an old woman with white hair.

The old woman\'s face was wrinkled, her eyes were turbid, she was in a black robe, and there was a gloomy and terrible smell all over her body.

Under her body is an extremely exquisite wheelchair.

Li Yuanxiang!

Not seen for 20 years, the beautiful woman who was in her prime and had a deceitful heart is now old.

Moreover, the legs were abandoned and the breath was weak, just like the residual candle in the wind, as if the soul would return to the nether world at any time.

"Unexpected."

Li Yuanxiang\'s white hair was scattered and his eyes were dim. He was also looking back and forth at Guo fan.

"But when I was a child, I saw it for a few years. After so many years, you can still recognize me."

"I know people well."

Guo fan\'s voice was indifferent: "especially what impressed me will never be forgotten."

"You seem to have something to say..."

Maybe it was too long to speak. Li Yuanxiang\'s voice was hoarse and old, like a noisy crow.

It smells terrible.

She stared at Guo fan, suddenly grinned, the folds on her face twisted strangely, and became more and more terrible in this dark secret room.

"Over the years, I asked myself if I treated you well, so... Put away your killing intention."

“……”

Guo fan\'s eyes flickered and nodded a moment later: "you\'re right. I can have today thanks to you."

If it were not for the other party, he would not die in Shaolin when he incarnated true enlightenment.

However, this body can survive so far, thanks to her secret support.

Today\'s Li Yuanxiang has become like this. It\'s useless to talk about past gratitude and resentment!

"Just understand."

Li Yuanxiang didn\'t know what Guo fan was thinking. He nodded gently and rubbed the armrest of the wheelchair.

"I never thought you could come here another day. It\'s really... God\'s will!"

"Zhenwu Marquis, Zhenwu division."

"Hey!"

Her voice was quiet and her eyes changed. It seemed that she was back in that year.

"The Duke of Zhenwu is closely related to the Secretary of Zhenwu. Since I have been granted the Marquis, why don\'t I come to the Secretary of Zhenwu."

Guo Fan said, "but I didn\'t expect that there was a congenital ruler here. No wonder he didn\'t fall down for many years."

"Congenital?"

Li Yuanxiang lowered his head and smiled inexplicably: "the so-called congenital is just a loser."

"Now, I\'m just a doorman."

"Doorman?"

Guo fan\'s eyes moved back and landed on the wall behind Li Yuanxiang, which carved the map of all nations.

"You guessed well."

Li Yuanxiang nodded. She didn\'t know what she had done. The sound of the buckle twisting came from the wheelchair under her.

"Da..."

"Hera..."

"Buzz!"

The huge wall in front of Guo fan slowly cracked open, revealing a bright halo.

"There are many martial arts scriptures in Zhenwu division. It is known as Wuzang, which is the current world