She didn't ask who was the strongman who sealed the holy witch Valley for the ancient witches. Because the holy girl and several elders were destroyed, no one even knew the secret of the holy witch Valley's protection for generations. It's no use asking who the strongman was.

"If you know, even if the ancient witches break the agreement, they must leave the holy witch Valley to avenge the holy daughter and the elder." Song Yu'an shook his head and said.

Such an answer was expected by Gu Fenghua. If the descendants of the ancient witch clan knew the identity of that person, they would take revenge for the saints and elders at all costs. Today's holy witch Valley is already empty. After all, that man can kill the saint and the elder. His strength must be unfathomable. The ancient witches just stay in the holy witches' valley. To get revenge out of the valley is to die.

Although there is no answer from Song Yu'an's mouth, Gu Fenghua still has his own guess.

Since that man can break through the nine secluded valley and enter the holy witch Valley, and get the trust of the holy maids of the ancient witch family and the elders, he must have great strength. The ancient witchcraft was basically lost in Wuji holy heaven. Among the people she knew, there was only one eldest grandson who knew both the strength and the ancient witchcraft.

By the way, there is another fulongxin. However, fulongxin began to hide his name as early as ten thousand years ago. He combined the ancient witchcraft with the weapon refining technique to refine the holy heart puppet. Obviously, the time is not up to the number. In fact, there is only one eldest grandson left.

However, whether Fu Longxin or changsun luocang was dead, she was too lazy to mention it.

When they spoke, they had already come to song Yu'an's residence.

Blue stone brick, blue ground, the room is spacious. But in such a big room, there is only a simple small bed. One is missing a corner, which is estimated to be a few years younger than song Yu'an's grandfather. A simple bookshelf is placed against the wall, and there is nothing else.

"Is this where you live?" Lorne asked in surprise.

"Yes, what's the matter?" Song Yu'an replied strangely.

"Nothing." Lorne didn't say much.

I thought that as a saint, there must be many beautiful maids. As a noble guest of the saint, I can live a good life again. But looking at this posture, there is little hope.

"Sit down first, and I'll make tea. By the way, what would you like to eat in the evening? I'll do it later? " Song Yu'an moved a few wooden benches of the same age as short ones and asked Gu Fenghua and other people.

"What, aren't you a saint? You still need to cook by yourself?" Lorne's eyes widened again.

"The ancient witches believe in the principle of equality between heaven and man. If there is no one to serve them, they should do everything by themselves." This time, song Yu'an understood what Luo en was surprised at and explained.

"..." Lorne knew that his desire to wear clothes and open his mouth was completely defeated.

"Is it really interesting for you to be a saint?" For a long time, Lorne said quietly.

I live in such a poor place that I don't even have a servant girl. I have to cook by myself. It's not right for such a saint to send her.

"Of course, it's interesting to hear some elders say that today's Wuji Holy Spirit is not enough. No matter how you practice it, you can never break the limit of heaven and earth. Only with the help of ancient magic can you break the limit and break the void." Song Yu'an said.