Deep in the back mountain, the quiet and vast lake surface is rugged and reflects the light.

The book Tong brought Xiahou Jun and his group here and said, "Master is fishing and reciting. I can only help you get here. Whether you can persuade Master to come out depends on your ability."

夏侯君连忙说道:“多谢仙童.”

He waved his hand, and someone immediately handed the book boy the gold, silver and jewelry that had been prepared long ago and took him away.

Xiahou Jun and a dozen powerful ministers walked a dozen times before they saw an old man wearing coarse cloth fishing on the shore.

His figure was extremely hunched, looking less than 1.5 meters tall, his eye sockets were deep, his skin folds, and his wrinkles were like withered old tree bark, densely stacked together, with only a few sparse white hair left on his hair, and his teeth were almost gone—

仿佛一阵风都能轻易吹倒他.

this--

This is Jiang Wanjun, the god of war in the six kingdoms who was invincible in the past?

怎么老成这幅样子了!

All the powerful and high-ranking officials in Xixia were stunned, and they looked at each other, and their hearts were ashamed.

disappointment!

太失望了!

这和他们预期的效果天差地别!

They suddenly remembered that this god of war in the six kingdoms who were in the world was already 120 years old this year. It was a miracle that an old man of this age could live.

Not to mention that he went out again and went to the battle to kill the enemy, even whether he could go down the mountain was a question.

It seems that no matter how powerful a hero is, he cannot withstand the erosion of time and cannot resist time—

The officials of Xixia felt very regretful. It seemed that this trip was destined to be a return without success. They were all ready to fight the Dragon Soul Army God to the end and even destroy the country.

"Plop!"

At this moment, Xiahou Jun suddenly knelt on his knees, kowtowed to the old man respectfully, and shouted loudly:

"The 32nd generation of the Western Xia royal family, Xiahou Jun, pay homage to the old war god Jiang!"

boom--

The all-Xixia powerful people were stunned, full of shock and confusion.

What was shocked was that Xiahou Jun was so respectful to the wise and humble, and he gave Jiang Wanjun such a polite manner. The king of a country knelt down and kowtowed. What was so great?

What I wondered about is that this old guy has obviously become a waste of money. Why is Xiahou Jun so polite? Isn’t this a waste of time?

After a long time, Jiang Wanjun, who was fishing, spoke, his voice hoarse and weak, as if he would die at any time: "The people from the Xiahou royal family have all been passed to the 32nd generation-"

He said with emotion: "Your grandpa and I have been on the battlefield together and killed the enemy side by side. How are he okay?"

Xiahou Jun was respectful and looked sad, "Grandpa passed away ten years ago. He often mentioned you to me during his lifetime. Until his death, his greatest regret was that he failed to see you for the last time-"

"He also instructed that you are our eternal patron saint of Xixia and will protect us forever."

Jiang Wanjun remained silent, but smiled quite intriguingly, "If you don't fight, you will first attack your heart. You little kid are so skillful in using the imperial skills, and you are also the best among the kings."

“说罢,你找我来,有何事?”

Bang bang bang-

Xiahou Jun kowtowed three times respectfully, his eyes were bloodshot, and he said, "The army of Donghua is at the city, and the capital of Xixia is in danger. Please ask Old God of War Jiang to come out and save our capital!"
Chapter completed!