Chapter 1247 Jiuer Helps, the Ancestor Returns!

I heard that vaguely familiar voice!

Ye Chen also looked for the sound and saw a smaller figure wearing divine clothing faintly on top of the giant purple gourd.

"Is that Nizi?"

In an instant, a look of astonishment appeared on Ye Chen's originally calm face.

In everyone's eyes, the purple giant gourd moved from far to near, and two figures slowly fell from it.

The leader was a young girl. She was wearing colorful divine clothes and had strong divine light gushing from her body. She walked slowly, giving the impression that she was like a bright and dazzling rising sun falling into the mortal world.

"The new saint Yan Jiu'er of the Hall of Light?"

Almost at that moment, Jiang Juexian and others groaned in unison, seemingly extremely surprised.

And someone below took a breath of air, obviously recognizing the identity of the person!

The Palace of Light is a special force in the far north of the ancient world. They believe in light. They never participate in the grudges of the outside world, but they dare not let outsiders despise them.

And the girl in divine clothes is Yan Jiu'er, the new saint of the Hall of Light, who has awakened a body of light that has been rare in the Hall of Light for thousands of years!

Behind the girl was a barefoot old man.

The old man was plainly dressed and unattractive. He had a red rosacea nose and a purple gourd on his waist. He gave the impression that he was an alcoholic.

However, his appearance made Emperor Xuanzhen and the other five people extremely fearful.

Because the other party is clearly the ancestor of the Hall of Light, an existence that no one knows how many years he has lived.

Under everyone's gaze, the girl in colorful divine clothes walking at the front rushed all the way to Ye Chen, and then suddenly threw herself into Ye Chen's arms.

"Uncle, Jiu'er finally sees you again."

The girl was like a wombat, clinging to Ye Chen tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away, and a dreamy voice rang out.

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was completely silent. Countless people were so shocked that their jaws almost dropped. They couldn't believe this scene.

Even Emperor Xuanzhen and others are no exception.

The saint in the majestic Guangming Palace actually calls Ye Chen uncle? And his words and deeds are so intimate?

Seeing this scene, the barefoot old man on the side seemed helpless, so he had no choice but to pick up the purple gourd on his waist and drink it non-stop.

Feeling the warm touch from his hand, Ye Chen took out his hand and touched Xiao Nizi's head, and said with a smile: "You girl, you are still the same as before."

It had only been a month since I last saw her, and the little girl who looked a little green at the beginning had completely grown into a gorgeous little beauty.

A hint of cunning flashed in Jiu'er's eyes, and then she straightened her chest deliberately: "Uncle, are you really the same as before?"

Ye Chen was speechless, then seemed to remember something, put away the smile on his face and said: "Your lady..."

He didn't know how to explain Mu Caiwei's matter to this girl. Maybe this matter could become a barrier between the two.

"Uncle, I know everything!"

Jiuer's body stiffened slightly, and tears suddenly flowed out: "I persuaded the young lady not to practice that technique, but she didn't listen and even had a fight with me..."

One month ago, she and Mu Caiwei were taken into the Hall of Light and the Holy Land of Yaochi respectively. Half a month later, Jiu'er was detected to have a body of light, alarming the ancestor of the Light, and then became the Saint of the Hall of Light.

She was smart and very popular with Ancestor Guangming, so she took the opportunity to propose a visit to Mu Caiwei in the Yaochi Holy Land, and Ancestor Guangming personally escorted her secretly.

Jiu'er rushed to the Yaochi Holy Land to meet Mu Caiwei with great joy, but learned that the latter was practicing in seclusion and left Mengmeng behind.

Jiu'er sensed something was wrong at that time. After Mu Caiwei came out of confinement, she discovered that the latter's temperament had changed drastically and she had become cold and unfeeling.

After Jiu'er learned the reason, he persuaded Mu Caiwei to give up practicing, but the latter, blinded by hatred, couldn't listen and finally broke up unhappy.

Even if Jiu'er proposed to take this girl Mengmeng to the Hall of Light and take care of her, Mu Caiwei would not allow it.

As Jiu'er told what happened while crying, Ye Chen looked at the former again with a much softer look.

He paid so much for Mu Caiwei.

In the end, Mu Caiwei was not as good as the maid in front of her who used to follow her and talk to her uncle.

"Uncle, please stop blaming me."

Jiuer wiped away her tears and said with a pleading look on her face: "Miss, she also thought you were dead and wanted to avenge you, that's why she became like that."

"I have already let go." Ye Chen shook his head slightly.

At this time, the Haotian Sword Master on the side sneered and interrupted: "You are still in the mood to treat me when you are about to die?"

Jiu'er turned around and glared at him with a pair of phoenix eyes: "Smelly old man, who are you talking about?"

"Bastard..." Haotian Sword Master was furious.

Emperor Xuanzhen looked at the barefoot old man who was just drinking and frowned: "The Hall of Light also wants to interfere in today's matter?"

Before the barefoot old man could speak, Jiu'er immediately hugged Ye Chen tightly and said to the barefoot old man: "Old guy, if my uncle dies, I won't be able to live either..."

"I mean, girl, before you came here, didn't you promise the old man that you would marry me?" The barefoot old man smiled helplessly.

"I do not care."

Jiu'er bit her lip and said stubbornly: "If you don't help me today, I will kill myself in front of you. Then it will be up to you to find a successor who is better than me..."

Ye Chen quietly looked at the little girl protecting him, with a warm current flowing through his heart.

The barefoot old man was silent when he heard this, and then looked at Jiang Juexian and others: "I say, everyone, give me a face, how about we let today's matter go?"

"Guangming Ancestor, you think too highly of yourself, don't you?"

The demon lord Fu Yuntian smiled coldly: "You are a person who is about to be buried, where does such a big face come from?"

Emperor Xuansha said expressionlessly: "Brother, as long as you take your people away today and don't interfere in this matter, we will not stop you!"

"So, there is nothing to talk about?"

The barefoot old man glanced at the five people, and then sighed lightly: "The old man can only stretch his muscles today..."

As soon as these words came out, the world was quiet!

Knowing that the five great emperors joined forces to deal with Ye Chen, the other party still wanted to help Ye Chen?

"Thank you, old man!"

Jiu'er cried with joy, and said tearfully: "Don't worry, when you die, I will visit your grave every year..."

Barefoot old man: "..."

"What a big tone..."

Jiang Juexian's eyes were filled with cold light: "Grandmaster of Light, don't forget, even with you, there are only two of you, how can you be a match for the five of us?"

As his voice fell, everyone nodded subconsciously, as if in agreement.

Yes, even with Grandmaster of Light, it's two against five, and there is still no chance of winning.

"What if I, the Grandmaster, am included?"

And at this moment, a deafening laugh came from the sky: "Fellow Daoist Ye, this Grandmaster is here, why don't you come to greet me quickly!!!"

In the eyes of everyone, a black shadow appeared in the sky, and the black shadow came from far away.

Everyone saw clearly that it was a sedan chair floating in the air, but there was no roof on the sedan chair, it was open to the sky.

The sedan chair was carried by four women in white clothes, and on the sedan chair, there was a black-clothed boy lying on his back, holding a delicate woman in each hand.

In addition, there were two women peeling grapes, and occasionally putting one into the black-clothed boy's mouth...

"Not bad, not bad, serve the ancestor comfortably, if the ancestor is happy, maybe he will reward you with a few pills to eat..."

The black-clothed boy's almost dissolute laughter was full in the void.

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

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(ps: Chapter 3, updated today, by the way, I said before that there would be five chapters on the second day, and I did it. I didn't say that there would be five chapters in the future. Why did someone in the book review area criticize me for this? If I am in good condition, I will write more. If I am not in good condition, I will try my best to ensure the update of at least three chapters.)