My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

Chapter 610 596: Little Trumpet's Cleverness

Previously, no one had connected the two.After all, one was the high and mighty State Preceptor of the Cosmic Celestial Court, presiding over epochs,

while the other was nothing more than a mortal in the secular world.

Although their names were similar, and even their habits were alike, how many people in the vast universe, in the boundless sea of stars, have similar names, similar habits? And how many look alike in this world?

Yet at this moment, Little Trumpet couldn't help but make the connection,

"That Qing Jun, the Imperial Tutor, has always had a very mysterious origin, suspected to be from a more ancient era, but the specific dynasty is unknown... Could it be that he is indeed the elderly Brother Fu?"

"Like me, having a young self and an old self?"

She blinked,

Upon careful consideration, it was very possible.

Why?

Because she herself had passed through the Cosmic Membrane, reincarnated; if she could bring someone else and replicate it in the exact same way, it was naturally feasible.

"No matter what the truth is, it would be best to go and see for myself."

She thought carefully, planning to contact her Death Burial Team, to go in search of Qing Jun, the Imperial Tutor's whereabouts.

The Amiro Celestial Court had just collapsed, though everyone had dispersed and gone their separate ways, this State Preceptor should not have gone far, and he should be findable.

...

On the other side.

As Fu Qingjun predicted, the entire battlefield situation ultimately ended without a conclusion.

Celestial Venerable Wen Ce successfully escaped, and his life couldn't be taken.

After all, how could it be taken?

The opponent couldn't defeat him, but he couldn't catch up either.

Even later on, he had transformed into a serpent dragon, so agile that even those "high walls" couldn't block him, and he escaped cleanly.

Among the Death Burial Team, out of the forty-nine Celestial Venerables,

This originally non-mainstream group with a killer aesthetic gradually returned to normal after Little Trumpet's departure.

After all, the new Celestial Venerable of Death and Burial, although also simple-minded, was earnestly honest, unlike Little Trumpet, who was a foolish dolt; thus, they quietly reverted back.

At this moment, when several members saw this, they were greatly amazed,

"What an event! The glorious gathering of the universe's factions has converged here, with terrifying battles erupting continuously!"

"First, the Venerable of Creation got arrogance with a new rule seat, directly overthrowing the Amiro Celestial Court, killing the strongest genius of the era, but had his youthful details exposed. Then he turned on another era's strongest genius, but who knew Celestial Venerable Wen Ce's trump card was even more terrifying!"

They whispered among themselves, full of amazement.

This prehistorical reversal and speed of changes were more exciting than movies!

How long has it really been?

Once the Amiro Celestial Court collapsed, a series of horrifying, unimaginable battles erupted.

"Immortal Venerable, youth of our ancestor, did your former true self see this scene, and do you have any instructions for us?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"None."

The young Immortal Venerable scratched his head, saying simply,

Right now, he completely lacked the terror of the peak era that would come later,

In fact, because of his unique talents, in such an intense time-sensitive battle, there might not be an opportunity for his rise at all.

"Sigh, once again no instructions."

"In such a major event, we're left to make our own decisions?"

They felt troubled.

Little Trumpet, this hands-off manager, was crazily lazy, doing no work at all.

If not for his youthful embodiment being here, they would have suspected that forming their group was just a whim for fun, only for him to forget them when he went back.

"What should we do now?"

"Let's flee for now. This place is ultimately full of trouble."

"Indeed, our Death Burial Team is originally a bunch of top-tier individuals, easily attracting the decaying Primordial Longevity Celestial Venerable's attention, and might even want to eliminate our talents here."

"Yes, the most critical thing is that we have the true Immortal Venerable ancestor here. With such ancestor-level potential, boasted just now, we've become very noticeable, we can't be discovered."

"By the way, you think this ancestor-level potential, swapping positions crazily, is it real? If so, you'd need an understanding of the universe to achieve it."

They discussed quietly as they departed.

Just then, the young Immortal Venerable ancestor, after a long time, suddenly said, "The ancestral grandmother's body sent news for us to find Qing Jun, the Imperial Tutor, this is very important."

They were all startled,

Why find this State Preceptor?

They couldn't fathom the reason,

But the Immortal Venerable possessed the most vast wisdom and talent in the universe, able to see things they couldn't, so if he rarely spoke, it must have significant meaning!

"Let's go find him!"

"Let's move!"

Soon enough, following the trail, they coincidentally and quickly found Qing Jun, the Imperial Tutor, who was just on his way out.

He was sitting on a starship, leisurely sipping tea.

"Sir, we have important matters to discuss." They cautiously approached, avoiding any appearance of hostility.

"Finally here, are you?"

Fu Qingjun looked at them, his gaze ultimately landing on the young Immortal Venerable ancestor, "Come, let's talk one-on-one!"

They nodded, and the others quickly stepped back.

However, they secretly thought, that this most mysterious State Preceptor of the Amiro Celestial Court had long anticipated they would seek him out?

"Sit."

Soon, only the two were left.

Fu Qingjun invited him to sit at the table, looking at this tall, strong man, who seemed nervous, and couldn't help but smile silently inside.

At that time, the most fearsome opponent, the number one Celestial Venerable in the universe directly killed by him, now appeared so interesting when young.

However, he couldn't have imagined that the one who killed him once was sitting right in front of him.

Fu Qingjun handed him a cup of tea, "Don't be nervous, have a sip."

The strong man took the teacup and drank it all in one go.

Seeing him slightly relaxed, Fu Qingjun couldn't help but continue, "By the way, do you know how to play the suona?"

"I do!"

Mentioning this, he wasn't nervous anymore, he quickly took out the suona, puffing up his big frog-like cheeks, and began to play it loudly.

Fu Qingjun smiled, listening to the little tune, sipping his tea contentedly.

Another journal emblem, truly accomplished.

The ancient hero figure with the greatest wisdom and talent in the universe, the legendary strongest overlord, personally playing music for him.

Of course, now was not the time for pride,

Listening to the tune, Fu Qingjun couldn't help but show a nostalgic expression, "It's just like back then."

Just like back then?

The young ancestor scratched his head, looking puzzled.

Meanwhile, the quiet Little Trumpet, secretly communicating, was suddenly overjoyed, "Turns out we knew each other in a past life; no mistake about this Preceptor, he is indeed Brother Fu!"

"No matter how Brother Fu changes, I'd recognize the way he eats even if he turns into ash!"