After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Chapter 125 Old friends meet

Bi Tonghu nodded and went downstairs with Han Mujiao. As they passed the corner, Zixu Laoren and Wuyou Laoren were going upstairs.

Old Man Wu was instantly enraged: "See, see! Sure enough, a petty thief has sneaked in!"

Without turning his head, the old man Zixu walked upstairs. "Let's hurry up and not waste any time. There must be people up there. Don't let them offend the Palace Master."

The two people and two beasts brushed past each other.

The Azure-Eyed Fox, preoccupied with its cubs, ran straight downstairs, while the Cold Wood Dragon glanced back thoughtfully.

It's unclear whether it's just its imagination, but it felt like someone was passing by.

Illusion.

Yun Zhao guessed correctly; the illusion couldn't trap Song Zhiyuan and the others for too long. As soon as the Jade-Eyed Fox found the spirit beast pouch, it noticed that Song Zhiyuan was showing signs of waking up.

It quickly sped up and forcibly opened the spirit beast pouch.

The Azure-Eyed Fox glanced nervously, but unfortunately, its cubs were not inside.

but……

"Hurry, he's about to wake up!"

The Azure-Eyed Fox shuddered, stuffed the spirit beast pouch back in, and immediately left.

The next second, Song Zhiyuan opened his eyes.

He glanced around and realized he was the first to wake up. He didn't say anything and continued to sit cross-legged in meditation.

Hanmujiao, pulling Bitonghu along, hid at the top of the stairs. It glanced furtively at Song Zhiyuan with its shifty eyes and asked, "How's it going? Have you found your child?"

Bi Tong Hu couldn't understand Han Mu Jiao's words, and knew that Han Mu Jiao couldn't understand her, but she could guess what Han Mu Jiao was asking.

It shook its head.

Seeing this, Hanmujiao coiled himself up in place and said, "Then let's wait for the next round and take advantage of the opportunity."

However, they waited for a long time, but the old voice did not sound again.

The cultivators were the same. They broke free from the illusion and thought that, in accordance with common sense, there should be a reward or they could directly proceed to the next round. But what was going on?

They dared not speak loudly, but only whisper.

Song Zhiyuan was also confused. He frowned as he listened to the buzzing around him and had his men sit cross-legged with him.

Some quick-witted cultivators rolled their eyes and, imitating Song Zhiyuan and the others, calmed their minds and focused on cultivation. The news spread quickly, and the discussions soon disappeared.

The main hall fell silent.

At the very top of the castle, however, lay a scene of utter chaos. Yun Zhao and the Old Man Zixu were locked in combat, while Qi Yan faced off against the Old Man Wuyou.

As Wu You beat and cursed the thief, Qi Yan didn't even have time to speak before he was entangled with him.

The old man Zixu was initially quite calm, but when he saw Yun Zhao's face, the last string in his mind snapped.

Another imposter! How dare he disrespect the Palace Master! He's asking for death!

Yun Zhao only knew that two white-bearded old men appeared out of nowhere and immediately launched a killing move. She didn't have time to think and quickly activated all her defensive magical artifacts to defend against the old men's attack.

She didn't know either of them, but Qi Yan did!

"This is fabricated! It's baseless! Stop!"

Qi Yan struggled to defend against the old man's attacks. Although he had the experience of his previous life and ten thousand years ago, he did not have the cultivation level of that time, so he was no match for the old man.

The old man was taken aback, then his moves became even more ferocious. "Bah! Where did this little thief come from, daring to call me by my name? You're asking for a beating!"

Qi Yan: "..."

Speechless.

He knew that Wuyou was stupid, but he didn't expect that even after ten thousand years, he would still be so stupid.

Fortunately, there was a clever one. When the old man Zixu heard Qi Yan call their names, he subconsciously glanced in Qi Yan's direction.

He remembered that he had seen these two people at the entrance of Lingxu Palace, but for some reason, he hadn't noticed that the woman looked exactly like the Palace Master.

He doesn't understand.

The old man Zixu took two steps back and stopped moving, and at the same time, he also made the old man Wuyou stop.

The old man Wuyou said angrily, "Brother Zixu, why be polite to them? The right thing to do is to quickly drive these two petty thieves out!"

Yun Zhao was a little confused. What? They're not going to fight anymore?

Seeing Qi Yan break free from the old man he was fighting and walk to her side, she looked at him questioningly.

Qi Yan glanced at the two old men. "They're on our side."

On the other side, Elder Zixu pulled Elder Wuyou, who was trying to rush over, and said helplessly, "Look at her."

He pointed at Yun Zhao, gesturing for the old man Wu You to take a look.

The old man instinctively looked over, his eyes wide like copper bells, "Palace... Palace Master!"

"No, the Palace Master is already... Where did this imposter come from, daring to impersonate the Palace Master!"

As he spoke, Old Man Wuyou was about to rush forward again to teach the two thieves a lesson.

Old Man Zixu stopped him, "I'm afraid it's not an imposter..."

“How could that be?” the old man Wuyou retorted. “Our palace master has been dead for over ten thousand years, his soul is gone!”

Old Man Zixu: "..."

Qi Yan: "..."

Yun Zhao: "..."

Suddenly, an image flashed into her mind: a man who looked eight or nine parts similar to the old man Wuyou, seemingly drunk, hugging a pillar and crying his heart out.

Yun Zhao didn't see anything beyond that. She described it to Qi Yan uncertainly, wanting to ask if it was a memory from ten thousand years ago.

Qi Yan's eyes lit up. "Yes! Zhao Zhao, did you remember something?!"

Yun Zhao nodded and then shook his head, "That's all I could think of."

Qi Yan was slightly disappointed, but he quickly regained his confidence. It was good that he could remember a little bit; eventually, he would remember everything.

As he comforted himself, the old man across from him was dumbfounded.

He stammered, "Brother Zixu, is she really...?"

The old man Wuyou overheard Yun Zhao's words and realized that only Zixu and the Palace Master knew about his past humiliations. Zixu was right beside him, so Yun Zhao was clearly...

The old man Zixu looked at Yun Zhao with a complicated expression. "If this isn't a dream, then it really is."

"It's over," the old man Wuyou said in despair. "With the Palace Master's temper, if I confront her in person, I'm doomed!"

Throwing him into the deepest abyss would be too lenient!

“…Not necessarily.”

After looking at Yun Zhao several times, the old man Zixu realized that his brother might not necessarily be dead.

The old man Wu You suddenly looked at him and asked, "Brother Zixu, what do you mean?"

The old man Zixu gestured for him to come closer. "The Palace Master seems... not to recognize us?"

Yun Zhao watched the two old men whispering to each other, while the one fighting with Qi Yan had a variety of expressions on his face, turning red and then pale.

Qi Yan, growing impatient with their endless chatter, coughed, instantly drawing the attention of the two old men.

Zixu and Wuyou glanced at him simultaneously. Wuyou whispered, "Brother Zixu, why do I feel like that guy looks a bit like that scoundrel who tried to seduce our Palace Master before?"

He thought he was speaking softly, but the place was not spacious, and even the slightest noise would be amplified.

Looking at Qi Yan's dark face, the old man Zixu slowly said, "This time, you're doomed."