Chapter 444

"Senior, please get up and talk!"

This kneeling made He Pingsheng confused.

"Sigh..." Tianfu Mountain ancestor sighed, then shook his head and said: "Little brother, you really didn't come at the right time!"

"Now Qi Guo is like facing a great enemy, if the imperial family knows we are too close to you, it is possible that the disaster of extermination will happen in a snap!"

Tianfu Mountain ancestor is a big Nascent Soul, his circle of friends is relatively large, and he knows all the Nascent Souls of the entire Cultivation Alliance.

Naturally, he got a lot of news.

He Pingsheng caused a scene in the imperial palace half a year ago and beheaded five princes, he had long known about it.

Now seeing He Pingsheng in his own sect, the fear of Tianfu Mountain ancestor can be imagined?

"Don't worry!" He Pingsheng said: "I came to your place, no one else knows!"

"Except for you, it's just your few Golden Core disciples, as long as they don't leak it out, there will be no problem!"

"Hmm!" After saying this, Tianfu Mountain ancestor felt a little relieved, then bowed and sat down, saying: "Nothing happens without a reason, what is the matter with you coming here this time, just say it?"

"Good!" He Pingsheng said: "Actually, there is nothing, it's just that Qiao Huizhu came to the Cultivation Alliance about a year ago, but I waited left and right, and didn't see her return, so I came to ask about the situation, did she live in Tianfu Mountain for a period of time?"

"Qiao Huizhu?"

"No!" Tianfu Mountain ancestor said: "When did she come, I didn't see her!"

"Really not?" He Pingsheng asked.

Tianfu Mountain ancestor said: "Anyway, I didn't notice, wait a moment, I will let them come over. Ask again!"

"No need!" He Pingsheng waved his hand.

He had just asked.

And Qiao Huizhu is a great expert at the Nascent Soul Stage, if she came to the sect, the ancestor couldn't possibly not know.

Then... that is to say, Qiao Huizhu never came from beginning to end.

How could it be?

He Pingsheng couldn't figure it out.

He and Qiao Huizhu parted ways at the border of Dingxiang Commandery, Qiao Huizhu's purpose was the Cultivation Alliance, not arriving, that is equivalent to, she encountered an accident on the way.

Just a day or two of journey, what accident could happen?

The key is, whether it is Qiao Huizhu's cultivation or combat power, she has reached the ceiling of the Nascent Soul Stage, and who else can control her?

And the life plaque is still intact!

It's really unbelievable.

If it weren't for absolute trust in his wife, He Pingsheng even felt that his wife had escaped.

As for these people in Tianfu Mountain, He Pingsheng felt that they were all telling the truth, there was no need to deceive himself.

"Good... I understand!" He Pingsheng nodded and was about to leave.

"Daoist wait!" This Nascent Soul ancestor pulled He Pingsheng's sleeve and said: "Wait, wait... the old man has one more request!"

He Pingsheng said: "You say!"

Tianfu Mountain ancestor said: "Later, don't say you came to our Tianfu Mountain. Please, otherwise our sect might really be destroyed!"

He Pingsheng smiled, "Don't worry, I naturally won't say it out!"

After saying this, He Pingsheng's body flashed, and he teleported directly away from Tianfu Mountain.

Then he flew on his sword and came towards the direction of Taixu Gate.

Since he came, he must go back to his hometown to take a look.

His parents' graves are still there!

And Senior Brother Hao, also need to pay respects.

Also, if possible, it is not impossible to slaughter that group of people from the Beast-Taming Immortal Sect.

In the time of a stick of incense, He Pingsheng turned into a stream of light and landed in the small town outside Taixu Gate.

This small town was where He Pingsheng was born.

A large river flowed through it, dividing the town into two parts, the south is an ordinary residential area, and the north has a large hall, which is the Outer Gate Executive Hall.

Familiar place, familiar smell, familiar aura.

He Pingsheng couldn't help but close his eyes, relaxed himself, and the whole person merged into this piece of heaven and earth.

Coming here, he felt warm all over.

A very comfortable feeling.

After a while, He Pingsheng opened his eyes, and his spiritual sense also slowly covered the entire small town.

What made He Pingsheng happy was that his home was still there.

Before he entered Taixu Gate back then, he lived here, and after he came down from Taixu Gate, he also lived here for a few years, except for himself, no one knew that He Pingsheng's home was here.

And He Pingsheng's neighbors were all mortals, living and dying, a hundred years had passed and things had changed.

Who still knew the owner of this house?

He Pingsheng came to the door.

The gate was covered in rust.

Because it was cast from superior steel, this iron gate didn't collapse even after a hundred years.

It's just that the lock on the door was rusted beyond recognition.

Click!

He Pingsheng stretched out his hand and pulled off the broken iron lock, then with a creak, pushed the door and entered.

The courtyard was desolate.

Everywhere were weeds as tall as a person, it was very damp inside, and there were all kinds of insects flying around in the weeds.

He Pingsheng waved his hand, and a strand of spiritual energy flew out.

The weeds in this courtyard were instantly cut down by him, and with a wave of his sleeves, the weeds were collected into the Great Freedom Bead and thrown away at will.

The three room doors had already decayed.

Revealing dark door holes.

He Pingsheng didn't go into the room, just stood in the courtyard for half a stick of incense time.

This courtyard had his childhood, had the ten or so years of time he lived with his parents, had the happiest life he had.

However, now, things had long since changed.

He Pingsheng walked out of the small courtyard gently.

On the street, people were coming and going, bustling.

A few neighbors who had nothing to do looked at him from afar, full of curiosity.

There were also children running over to ask him: "Who are you?"

He Pingsheng bowed to the neighbors around and said: "I have been cultivating immortals for a hundred years and haven't returned, I didn't expect all the neighbors to have changed, this is my small courtyard, it is my home!"

After saying this, the mortals around knelt on the ground one by one and kowtowed to He Pingsheng.

An immortal, that is truly amazing.

He Pingsheng thought for a moment and said: "I trouble all the neighbors to help me clean up this small courtyard, I will give you corresponding rewards!"

A few pieces of gold and silver were thrown out by him, floating in the void.

He had owned this thing in his early years, and hadn't used it for many years.

An old man with white hair came to He Pingsheng and bowed to him, saying: "I know, this family's surname is He!"

He Pingsheng smiled and said: "Correct, it is exactly our family!"

"Old man..."

After calling, He Pingsheng suddenly felt something was wrong.

He was over a hundred and ten years old, this old man definitely wasn't a hundred years old.

"Cough, cough... little brother..." He pulled the old man's sleeve and said: "I am a few years older than you, calling you little brother, don't be offended!"

"Not offended, not offended..." The old man shook his head and said: "Since I was a child, I knew this family was a cultivator, but I have never met them, don't worry, I will clean up this house for you!"

"Later, I guarantee the immortal will be satisfied!"

He Pingsheng nodded: "Don't move the house, just clean out the debris inside, install a few large doors!"

"There is no need to repair other things, just keep it as it is!"