Reborn 80,000 Years

Chapter 12 The Evil Sword

The majestic Wu Shanhe in the eyes of others was actually crying with grief, like a child who had been separated for many years, seeing his parents at this moment, his feelings collapsed in an instant...

"OK OK."

Yang Chen patted him on the head and said with a smile: "You are tens of thousands of years old, and you are still crying. If others see it, don't you laugh at you?"

"No, in the eyes of foster father, snot will always be snot!" Wu Shanhe said seriously.

"Now you are not a little snot, but the president of the entire Martial Artists Association, with one person under ten thousand." Yang Chen looked at him quietly, with a smile that was not a smile.

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's body shook.

He bowed his head and dared not speak.

Like a child who makes mistakes.

For so many years, what Wu Shanhe feared most was Yang Chen's expression. Every time he felt frightened, he dared not look him in the eyes.

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you." Yang Chen said with a smile: "I would like to thank you, this Martial Artists Association was originally an idea I mentioned at the beginning, but I didn't expect it to be realized by you."

Yang Chen sighed: "It seems that you have really grown up."

Tears welled up in Wu Shanhe's eyes, expressing sadness.

"Where's the boss, the second child, and the fourth child?" Yang Chen asked suddenly.

Eighty thousand years ago, Yang Chen had adopted four adopted sons.

Wu Shanhe ranked third.

"The boss retired to Yamada 60,000 years ago and lived in seclusion with his wife. He is called a medical saint by later generations. Every year, many people go there admiringly... But the foster father also knows that the boss is very ghostly. No one knows where he went." Wu Shanhe shook his head and smiled wryly.

"This is in line with his character." Yang Chen let out a laugh: "Among the four children, the eldest is the most indifferent to fame and fortune, and he has learned all my medical skills..."

"Yes, the boss is extremely talented in medicine, unlike us..." Wu Shanhe smiled wryly.

"You also have your advantages." Yang Chen shook his head: "Continue."

Wu Shanhe nodded, and said: "The second brother founded the Alchemy Guild 40,000 years ago, and is now in Zhongzhou. After all, it is the headquarters of the Alchemy Guild. He is now the president of the Alchemy Guild with less than one person and more than ten thousand people... ..."

"The fourth son has been obsessed with cultivation for tens of thousands of years. He is almost the same as the boss, and he also travels around the world. However, he can still hear legends about him. It is said that he has become a great emperor, and there are few opponents in the entire Canglan Continent. The outside world calls him Ming Chen Great Emperor..."

Listening to Wu Shanhe's narration, Yang Chen's face gradually revealed a look of reminiscence.

Dream back to 80,000 years ago.

It seems that what appeared in front of me was no longer the Martial Artists Association...

It's an old dilapidated cabin.

With a wooden stick in his hand, he chased four naughty children and beat them until they screamed.

Now, the four children are all grown up.

One became the world's medical saint...

One became Emperor Mingchen...

One became a warrior representative...

There is another one who has become the strongest in alchemy...

"You are no longer the ones who needed my protection." Yang Chen smiled, looked at Wu Shanhe, and said, "What about you? Little Snot, according to your strength, you shouldn't stay in such a small place Bar?"

Hearing this, Wu Shanhe's eyes welled up with tears again: "Father didn't know something. You suddenly disappeared 80,000 years ago, and our four brothers looked for you like crazy. But after looking for you for 20,000 years, There is still no news, the old man went to live in seclusion..."

"Later, the second and third child also left one after another. I have been looking for you for more than 10,000 years. Then I happened to pass by this empire and found my other half here..." Wu Shanhe said, The old man blushed slightly, a little embarrassed.

"I didn't expect that my leaving would cause you so much trouble." Yang Chen sighed: "Little snot, I'm sorry..."

Wu Shanhe raised his head and looked at Yang Chen in astonishment.

It has been 80,000 years, and this is the first time Yang Chen said sorry to them, a sad feeling welled up in his heart, making Wu Shanhe burst into tears.

"You don't have to say I'm sorry, it's because we are useless." Wu Shanhe looked at Yang Chen's face and said, "It's the foster father, why did you become like this?"

If it wasn't for the "little snot" just now, Wu Shanhe would never have believed that the person in front of him was the all-powerful Emperor Xingchen back then!

"A lot of things have happened, and I won't be able to explain clearly for a while." Yang Chen sighed, and said, "Also, don't tell others about my return, don't mention it to anyone, understand?"

Yang Chen glanced at Wu Shanhe.

There was a chill in his eyes.

The other party was shocked, and immediately nodded in agreement. Before he knew it, his back was wet with cold sweat.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter what the other party looks like, and no matter how strong the other party is now.

All it takes is one look...

Wu Shanhe can be scared out of his wits.

This kind of fear was deeply buried in Wu Shanhe's bones eighty thousand years ago.

"Besides, I saw your grandson today." Yang Chen stood up and said with a half-smile: "A very proud young man, his name is Wu Jing, right?"

"Yes." Wu Shanhe nodded again and again: "I didn't expect my adoptive father to have seen him. If he caused any trouble to my adoptive father, I will immediately ask him to kowtow and apologize to you!"

"Hey, I didn't say he was bad, why are you so anxious?" Yang Chen scolded, "Besides, he will still be my classmate in the future. If you do this, how will I see people in school?"

"School?"

Wu Shanhe was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "Father, are you studying at Tianxing Academy?"

"What, is there a problem?" Yang Chen smiled.

"No, no." Wu Shanhe murmured, but his heart was so weird that he couldn't turn his head around for a while.

The most powerful emperor ever went to school?

It's been said, who will believe it?

"However, foster father, don't worry. Speaking of Tianxing Academy, I also have shares in it." Wu Shanhe smiled and said: "When I founded Tianxing Academy, I invested 70% of it. If the foster father has any needs, please tell the little nose directly."

"I do have a need, but it's not about school."

"Father, please tell me."

"I want to take away the Evil Shocking Sword!" Yang Chen squinted his eyes, his tone was firm and unquestionable.

He is short of a good weapon now.

Shocking Evil Sword is a good choice.

"Okay, adoptive father, please follow me." Wu Shanhe nodded.

He didn't ask Yang Chen what he wanted the Sword of Shocking Evil for, nor why he wanted the Sword of Shocking Evil. As his adopted son, Wu Shanhe would never ask about Yang Chen's affairs.

As long as he likes it, what's the point of giving him the entire Martial Artists Association?

The two walked through the corridor of the Martial Artists Association, and then entered a storage room.

Swords and sticks, many weapons.

Wu Shanhe walked to the end of the storage room, did not know what mechanism was touched, only heard the sound of "dong dong" continuously, and blue light suddenly burst out from the wall of the storage room.

A hidden door appeared on the wall of the storage room.

Inside, is a delicate sword.

Wu Shanhe took it out and put it in Yang Chen's hands: "This shocking evil sword has followed me for tens of thousands of years, and now it is in the hands of my foster father, it can be regarded as its best destination."

"A good sword." Yang Chen weighed it and spit out two words.

The blade is sharp, neither long nor short, and every inch of iron is made extremely well.

A surge of spiritual power gushed out from the sword, as if wanting to resist Yang Chen, buzzing and trembling violently.

"Quiet." Yang Chen spat out two words.

As soon as these words came out, the Shocking Evil Sword, which had been trembling violently before, immediately calmed down and was extremely cute.

"I have accepted this sword." Yang Chen put the Jingxie Sword into the storage bag, and said, "It's getting late, I'll go back first, and I will come to see you when I have time."

"Isn't the adoptive father staying here overnight?" Wu Shanhe asked: "The Warrior Association is a big place, and there are still a lot of rooms. I can immediately arrange for servants to cook some of the foster father's favorite dishes."

"No, let's talk about it next time."

Yang Chen shook his head, then took out a piece of paper from the storage bag, and put it in Wu Shanhe's arms: "This is the last three moves of the Sword of Shocking Evil. I didn't give it to you before. Now I will give it to you."

"Thank you foster father." Wu Shanhe saluted respectfully.

"Yeah." Yang Chen nodded, didn't say much, just walked out of the association.

Wu Shanhe immediately followed him and escorted him to the door, the whole process was respectful.

It wasn't until the figure of the other party disappeared into the distance that Wu Shanhe heaved a sigh of relief. Before he knew it, cold sweat had already wet his back.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, I would still be so terrified when talking to my adoptive father." Wu Shanhe murmured in his heart and smiled wryly.

"President, who is this person?" A guard asked curiously.

"he?"

Wu Shanhe frowned slightly, and said with a smile:

"A true legend of the time!"

...

When he returned to Li's house, it was already late, so Yang Chen walked directly to the residence.

However, when he walked into the room, he found an acquaintance.

He was dressed in a black robe and sat quietly by his bed. The moment he saw Yang Chen, he immediately stood up with a respectful face.

Isn't this person Liu Yishui from the Alchemy Guild?

"Mr. Liu, why are you here?" Yang Chen asked curiously.

"Master Liu is here today to talk to you about something." Yang Shan snorted, and said angrily, "Where did you go after school? You came back so late? Why don't you let Master Liu wait so long? Apologize!"

"I can't do it." Liu Yishui said hastily: "It's my honor to be able to wait for Master Yang, how can I make Master Yang apologize to me, senior Yang must never do it!"

Yang Shan is Yang Chen's father, and Liu Yishui also called Yang Chen a master, so he helped Yang Shan change his name and called him Senior Yang.

But Yang Shan is a rough person, how has he ever heard such a title?

For a while, it also felt extremely twisted.

"Master Liu, don't be like this. What kind of master is Chen'er? If you ask me, he is just a little brat. If you offend Master Liu, you can beat him!" Yang Shan smiled and said.

Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn't laugh or cry.

After all, he is still his own father, and he is really ruthless when dealing with his son.

But this also made Yang Chen feel a little bit.

In the previous life, Yang Chen's parents were ordinary people and died very early, so Yang Chen lived alone for tens of thousands of years later, and his impression of his parents was very weak.

Now that he heard Yang Shan's words again, he was also very moved.

The softest part of my heart was touched by Yang Shan.

"Mr. Liu, I'm really sorry, something has delayed me on the road tonight, so I kept you waiting for a long time." Yang Chen clasped his fists and said.