Chapter 570 Ancestral Temple
When dealing with Feng Xianru, Xu Yuan actually prefers to use words as therapy rather than simple and straightforward violence.
Since he is young and admires Ai, then use that girl to control him.
But unfortunately, this method was too despicable and completely ran counter to Xu Changge's popular personality, so he simply slapped him unconscious as a warning.
As for Feng Xianru after he leaves, if Feng Xianru does it again, Xu Yuan does not intend to interfere too much in this matter if the girl does not take the initiative to seek help from him.
Many conflicts between people in the world are caused by unfamiliarity and secret speculation in the heart.
After learning the motive, Xu Yuan’s impression of Feng Xianru is actually not bad now.
This young man is using his own way to protect Feng Ziming.
The temptation of the Yin Yang Xuan Pattern Body is too great. If it is exposed without any background, there is a high probability that it will become a double cultivation cauldron.
Even her status as Feng Xianru cannot protect her, because the special characteristics of the Yin Yang Xuan Pattern Body will not dissipate just because of the loss of Chu Ye.
This is somewhat similar to the effect of the Charming Sakura Tree, but has an uncertain time limit.
But this is probably one of the reasons why Xu Yuan is relieved about Feng Xianru.
For the sake of the prosperity of the Feng family branch, the Presbyterian Church will most likely choose to sacrifice that girl.
In order to protect, we are hostile.
But why can’t this kind of thing be communicated well?
There is a killing formation in the Feng Family Ancestral Temple, but it is aimed at the enemy. For the clan members who come to take the exam, the formations in it are all phantom formations.
Using his high status within the clan to make everyone around him afraid to approach the other party, and then completely expelling him from the clan hall in the name of disgust.
Xu Yuan looked back and glanced up and down:
"you?"
Hearing this, Xu Yuan was slightly startled, and then glanced at Xiaobai beside him.
Bai Muxi's eyes were puzzled, it was obvious that she didn't hear.
Then, after a slight hesitation, she explained in a low voice:
"Xu Yuan. I just heard a voice asking me if I wanted to accept his inheritance."
“Anyone who enters this place without triggering the killing array is assumed to be a member of the Feng family.”
After thinking for a while, Xu Yuan chuckled at Ran Qingmo and said:
Pressing the girl's head and bowing toward the mourning hall together, Xu Yuan glared at the big ice lump:
“Elders, be respectful.”
Bai Muxi raised her slender index finger and pointed at herself.
One is in his thirties and still has a cold war with the Little Heavenly Master, while the other is almost ninety and is still a bachelor, holding a sword for the rest of his life.
Before they die, they will refine a touch of their original soul into their own spiritual tablets, leaving their own inheritance and test for future generations.
This boy seems to be my uncle's fanboy.
There are dozens of spiritual tablets placed on the heavy shelf in the middle of the mourning hall. The spiritual tablets here are all saints and strong men of the Feng family.
Uncle, have you ever been back to Qifeng Mountain before?
With blood to clear the way, Xu Yuan led the two girls through the corridor unobstructed and entered the mourning hall behind it.
Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the nine lanterns hanging above his head.
Because only in this way can that girl Feng Ziming be completely out of the sight of the clan elders.
There are even secret methods specially created for the Yin-Yang Mysterious Pattern Body, in order to make it live as long as possible.
Ran Qingmo blinked his eyes and asked softly:
“But I don’t have the blood of the Feng family.”
The clothes, hair accessories, and even the facial expressions are replicated one-to-one, and they look very much like the star-chasers from the middle and high school years of the previous life.
As the three people stepped in, the wall lamps lit up one after another.
Don’t force, just do it.
This is the inheritance of the saints, such an opportunity
Thinking about it, there was a faint expectation in Bai Muxi's beautiful eyes.
“Sir...what about mine?”
Yin Yang Xuan Pattern Body is a very mysterious thing.
As long as he makes sense, the girl won't be afraid of him.
After the awakening of Tao Yuan, it can be used repeatedly until the death of the physique owner.
No one knows when it will awaken. It may be several years away, but it could also be today.
The nine bright lanterns on the outside temper the skills and temperament of the tribesmen, while the illusory array in the middle mourning hall tests their understanding.
After bowing honestly, Ran Qingmo responded in a low voice:
"oh"
I just don’t know when this kid saw Feng Jiuxuan.
This is one of the foundations of the Feng family.
However, because it has been so long, most of the spiritual tablets in the mourning hall have become dim and dull. At this time, there are only two palms with flickering lights.
If Feng Ziming can pass the various tests on the road to becoming the head of the family, he may indeed be able to stabilize the dual Dao Yun of the Yin and Yang Mysterious Pattern Body, but the problem is that time is too tight.
Thinking of this, Xu Yuan turned his eyes, his eyes penetrated the slender corridor, and landed on Feng Xianru's white clothes, and he shook his head imperceptibly.
Glancing at the two women beside him, Bai Muxi had already bowed in the direction of the spirit tablet, while Ran Qingmo was still looking around curiously.
There is nothing wrong with learning from the two bad guys in his family.
"This is the inheritance left by the saintly ancestors of the Feng family. When you hear the sound, it must be that a deceased saint has taken a fancy to you."
"Um."
“I don’t like you.”
Bai Muxi.
Even if the young master is partial, these dead people are also partial.
Glancing at Xiao Bai, who had a pitiful mouth, Xu Yuan turned his attention to Ran Qingmo with a smile in his eyes.
His direct bloodline didn't receive the message, but Da Bingtuozi received it first.
Happiness is different when the source of happiness is high.
After thinking for a while, Xu Yuan explained softly:
“You use your mind and soul to link the spiritual tablet that you made a sound with, and it will pull you into the illusion.”
After hearing this, Ran Qingmo still stayed where he was, his eyes hesitant.
Looking at each other, everything is clear.
The master of Da Bingtuozi is a saint himself. With the teachings of a living saint, why should he accept the inheritance of a dead saint?
With a chuckle, Xu Yuan whispered:
“The inheritance of this ancestral hall itself is a two-way choice process. If you don’t want to, then forget it.”
Ran Qingmo nodded and bowed deeply to the sixth spiritual card at the bottom. His red lips were slightly opened, as if he was saying something there.
After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan received invitations, and there were more than one.
About seven or eight voices sounded in his ears at the same time.
Although his fortune is low, he is a direct descendant of the Feng family and has an innate Taoist body.
But he refused them all one by one.
And with his refusal,
There seemed to be a melancholy sigh that sounded in the mourning hall.
These ancestors seem to have little time left.
This is the norm in the Feng family ancestral temple.
Members of the Feng family who can go deep into this place generally don't need the inheritance of a saint, and those who do need it can't get in at all.
Most of the souls left by the Feng family ancestors have quietly disappeared in the long river of time. Thinking of the girl with Yin Yang Xuan Wen Ti outside, Xu Yuan thought for a moment, but still said:
“Ancestors, if you wait, maybe other tribesmen will come here soon. Although she is not my direct bloodline, I would like to invite all ancestors to take a look at her then.”
The words fell silent, there was no response from the spiritual tablet, and it took a lot of soul to transmit the message. Only a gust of wind blowing through the huge mourning hall was regarded as acquiescence.
After doing this, Xu Yuan slowly walked towards the heavy spiritual platform. As he walked, he condensed a **** dagger.
Xifeng Mountain, the Feng Family Secret Ancestral Hall, the secret passage can be opened by staining the thirteenth spiritual card at the end of the ancestral hall with blood.
This is the clue given to him by his grandfather.
Going around to the spiritual tablet, Xu Yuan raised his left hand above the spiritual tablet, and with the blade in his right hand, he gently opened a blood mark on his palm.
The tingling pain in the palm of my hand spread to my heart, and bright red blood gurgled out along the palm lines like a stream.
lived.
The moment the blood dripped onto the spirit tablet, it submerged into it without a trace.
After about ten breaths, the spirit tablet that had swallowed up a lot of blood suddenly glowed with a burst of white light, as if some kind of mechanism had been activated. White formations spread rapidly from the spirit tablet, spreading all over the mourning hall like a spider web. in every corner.
Stayed for a moment,
With a heavy "bang" sound, a secret door slowly opened on the left side of the entrance to the mourning hall, with a faint light coming out of it.
As consciousness returned, the cold touch of the ground immediately came from the side of his face. It was this coldness that made Feng Xianru immediately realize what had just happened. He bit his lips and teeth hard and struggled to get up.
As soon as he got up, he staggered.
After feeling something strange in his body, Feng Xianru quickly checked his meridians, and then his brows wrinkled unconsciously.
He now feels pain all over his body but not injured.
Perceiving this, Feng Xianru clenched his fists unconsciously and stared at the depths of the corridor.
A strong feeling of chest tightness gradually spread in my heart.
However, this emotion was not directed at Xu Changge, but at himself.
The gift of heaven.
This is how people around him have evaluated him since he was a child.
When he was a child, Feng Xianru didn't understand the meaning of this evaluation, but as he grew older and watched his peers around him being hampered by non-existent things and unable to make any progress, he gradually understood the meaning of this term. mean.
However, this innate talent did not make him arrogant, but made him feel a lot of pressure.
The envy of his peers, the expectations of his elders, and the praises that lifted him to the sky all made him gradually feel a sense of fear.
He is afraid of disappointing the people around him, afraid of falling from this cloud, and afraid that one day he will also encounter what others call a bottleneck.
He doesn’t know what kind of expression he should show when others praise him, and he doesn’t know how a true genius should react when faced with provocation from others.
He once tried asking his sister, who is also a genius.
But my sister didn’t understand what he said at all.
So he didn't dare to express this emotion at all, so he could only try to imitate his sister and become what others said was the indulgence.
He just kept imitating the only genius template around him.
Sister is a gentle person, so he is also a gentle person.
The years when his sister broke through each realm were firmly recorded in his heart, and then he made himself do the same.
If this is the case, he should be able to continue to act as the genius that others call him.
This kind of years lasted until he was ten years old.
It was an ordinary day. As usual, he got up at Mao o'clock, spent a quarter of an hour washing up, and went to Chaofeng Mountain to practice breathing and practice until the evening You time.
But what’s unusual is that,
That day he met a middle-aged man on Chaofeng Mountain.
The moment he dispersed his skills and opened his eyes, Feng Xianru saw him.
He stood quietly and looked at him with an expressionless expression, and there was a hint of sigh in his narrow eyes.
This look made Feng Xianru feel a little uncomfortable, but as a genius, he shouldn't care about it, so he smiled and greeted the other person.
Feng Xianru thought he had done a good job, but after hearing this, the man kicked him off the top of the mountain.
There is no ability to resist.
However, Feng Xianru was absolutely sure that the other party would save him, because he saw the Feng family emblem on the other party's white clothes.
The other party is from the Feng family, and he is a genius of the Feng family, so he will definitely save him.
Thoughts flashed across my mind,
Then his leg was broken.
The cliff was very high, and his cultivation was not enough to withstand such a huge impact, so he was knocked upside down.
Looking at the terrifying torso and the heartbreaking pain coming from somewhere, Feng Xianru felt an emotion called fear crawl into his heart for the first time.
But it is impossible for a genius to cry.
So he endured it.
Forced himself to calm down and think about the reason, but Feng Xianru didn't understand why the man did this at all.
But soon, Feng Xianru realized that he had no time to think about these things.
As the sun sets over the Western Mountains, the mist shrouding Xifeng Mountain has quietly emerged in the forest, and the sounds of beasts in the mountains and forests can be faintly heard.
die.
This word suddenly flashed through his mind.
This place is so remote that no one comes at all, and the smell of blood on his broken leg will undoubtedly attract monsters.
Feng Xianru's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, but he still managed to stay calm.
He is a genius, so if he does not return for a long time, his tribe will definitely come to visit him.
This became his life-saving straw.
But as the night fell completely, Feng Xianru could no longer control his emotions when he heard the rustling sounds coming from the dark jungle.
He tried calling a few times, but there was no response.
Because his leg was completely broken, in panic, he grasped the sudden change with his delicate hands and climbed towards the cliff where he thought he was safe. His tears couldn't stop falling down.
He didn't know where he had offended that man.
He just said hello normally, but he actually wanted to kill him.
Why.
He doesn’t understand.
Amidst the rustling sounds of the mountain forest, he finally climbed to the bottom of the cliff.
Spent the first night curled up.
Then the second day, the third day, the fourth day
No one came to save him.
Due to the strong physical quality brought by the soul-condensing realm, although the bleeding from his broken leg has stopped, the constant flow of vitality in his body cannot be stopped.
Feeling that I am constantly getting weaker, fear and fear turn into anger and resentment gradually rising in my heart.
But he couldn't move.
I could only scratch the cliff with my fingers, venting the panic in my heart.
If he could go back alive, he would definitely kill that man regardless of that **** genius name!
Amid this despair, slight changes quietly occurred.
Feng Xianru kept digging at the cliff with his fingertips, and as the blood seeped out accumulated, a mysterious energy wave suddenly started.
At that moment,
The child, who had been wandering on the edge of life and death for several days, suddenly understood what the man meant.
(End of this chapter)