After the fight, Zhuo Jingning was safe and sound.

Zhuo Bairen has a bruised nose and a swollen face.

"You believe it now?"

"Are you really my father? My mother was so angry that you would just follow me?" Zhuo Bairen glared and rubbed his face.

During the fight, he verified Zhuo Jingning's identity and learned about what happened back then. Zhuo Bairen is nearly forty years old and has his son and daughter, so he naturally won't shout excitedly like a young man, so after holding it in for a long time, he only said this.

Zhuo Jingning really wanted to say, how did you, a child, but in the end he was speechless. Because although he didn't want to admit it, he was actually quite excited when he played the role of the second person.

In short, it's guilty.

Zhuo Bairen looked at Zhuo Jingning who looked like a young man, and hesitated for a while, but still couldn't call him dad.

This father looks too young. Even though he knows that he is in his sixties, his mother Li Wanshu is already covered in white hair, and Zhuo Jingning still looks young.

With his ultimate state of mind, he actually understands a little bit why her mother did this back then.

No one can bear it. I am old, but my partner is still young!

"How did you get out after you've been trapped for twenty years?" Zhuo Bairen asked.

"I tried many methods, and even my human consciousness was cultivated and strengthened, but I still couldn't come back. However, I didn't expect that she would save me..." Zhuo Jingning looked around and looked at the mountains, rivers and worlds of Stories from a Chinese Studio, and couldn't help but feel refreshed.

This water is sweet to my hometown, and the scenery is naturally beautiful to my hometown.

"Who is it?"

"A thing that is between my friends and enemies, after she reveals her figure, she is a woman. In essence, she is probably the same as me. But..." Zhuo Jingning said this, shook his head again and did not continue. He was trapped for twenty years, so he naturally would not wait to die. He tried various methods, but all failed.

Even if he strengthened his humanitarian consciousness and tried to contact the world of Liaozhai, he would succeed, but he still couldn't come back.

Until the nightmare suddenly took action, tearing open the passage for him and leading him over.

"I heard from my grandma that in addition to her, there seems to be something similar to ghosts and gods. Could it be that?" Zhuo Bairen said without knowing the details.

"Grandma?" Zhuo Jingning was surprised when he heard this. Li Wanshu's mother passed away very early.

"Mysterious Mountain Damn.Mysterious Mountain Damn said he is friends with you, isn't it?"

"My Demon of Black Mountain? Grandma?" Zhuo Jingning realized who it was, so he waved his hand and said helplessly: "Don't call grandma, she is your little mother."

Zhuo Bairen: "..."

"I heard you, are you fighting for the world?"

"At first, I was driven to the shelves, but later I found it very good. In addition, I didn't know anything except rebellion, so I had to continue to do this to support my family." Zhuo Bairen nodded and said helplessly.

Zhuo Jingning: “…”

Son, you are so pretentious, beware of being struck by lightning!

"Then I will help you become the lord of the world!" Zhuo Jingning shook his head slightly and said.

"How to help?"

"Everyone in the world owe me a favor, and I want to ask for this favor now."

"What if they weren't willing to repay the favor?"

"They dare not." Zhuo Jingning shook his head, "Twenty years ago, I was invincible and killed ghosts and gods. Twenty years later, although I haven't found a suitable adjective, you just need to know that I am stronger than before."

As Zhuo Jingning finished speaking, humanitarian consciousness flew out of his body.

The humanistic consciousness, which was like a salted fish, had already jumped over the dragon gate. At the moment of flying, the dragon roared and the sky thunder rolled, as if the world was trembling.

Zhuo Bairen wanted to complain, but when he saw this scene, he didn't even have to say anything.

...

Yan King’s Military Camp.

Yan Chixia couldn't help feeling uneasy when she heard the thunder outside. Not only him, but also the supreme person who had just come from the blue.

However, as the King of Yan, Yan Chixia needed to stabilize the morale of the army, so she looked at Xiahou with nothing to do and asked, "What you said is true? The mysteriously missing abbot of Heishan Temple back then was actually Zhuo Bairen's biological father. Zhuo Bairen's biological father was Zhuo Jingning, the evil county magistrate at that time?"

"I think several people know this. However, the people don't bother to use this as a matter." Xiahou said. At this time, Xiahou was old and had white hair, but his body was still strong and could wear armor.

Yan Chixia couldn't help but look at the man who was rushing to the scene.

This is the only saint who survived the Song Dynasty in the past, and the current Supreme Man and the Heavenly Master of Slaughtering Ghosts and Gods.

"The Heavenly Lord of Fortune is Vital." He proclaimed the slogan, and the Heavenly Master of Ghosts and Gods could only smile bitterly at Yan Chixia's gaze. Of course they knew, but they didn't dare to do it.

One person destroyed the ghosts and gods in the world, forcing the Liao Zhai to abandon himself and expel him.

Moreover, they all clearly felt a strong humanistic aura not long ago. This was not born in the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, but was echoed from the outside world.

Someone went to check it out, and in the human breath, he saw the figure of that person back then.

This undoubtedly does not mean that the person is coming back soon.

"Since that's the case, then do what General Xiahou said. As for swordsmanship, after the matter is done, I will hand it over to you personally and then give you the number one sword in the world." Yan Chixia said to Xiahou solemnly.

"Thank you!" Xiahou said excitedly. He had been living a little more than a few days ago. The more he did, he was still worried.

If he cannot become the world's number one sword, he will die with his eyes open.

As for whether it will involve blood descendants?

His descendants and relatives rely on him to have today's glory and wealth. What's the point of dying for him at this time? What's more, if Yan Chixia wins, his descendants and relatives will be treated preferentially.

On the second day, the two armies fought again.

According to convention, it is a quarrel.

"Zhuo Bairen, you dare to be a teacher of benevolence and righteousness? Do you dare to say the name of your biological father? Or, you don't even know your father's name? Then a family will tell you with mercy! Listen, his name is Zhuo Jingning, who was the evil thief who colluded with ghosts in the past! Now you understand why the Black Mountain Damn came to help you! Why should you dismantle the Ren flag quickly and reveal your true face!"

This will be like a drum hammer, and it spread across half of the battlefield for a moment.

Zhuo Bairen stopped his subordinates from speaking. He rode his horse two steps forward and laughed loudly, "I know."

The general was cursing when he suddenly heard Zhuo Bairen's words. He didn't know how to follow them for a while. Yan Chixia told him that nothing could match.
Chapter completed!