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 admires Ai at a young age, let's use that girl to control him.

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 if Feng Xianru does it again after he leaves, Xu Yuan doesn't plan to interfere too much in this matter if the girl doesn't take the initiative to ask him for help.

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 was using his own way to protect Feng Ziming.

The allure of the Yin-Yang Mysterious 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.

After the Tao Yun is awakened, it can be used repeatedly until the death of the physique owner.

There are even secret techniques specially created for the Yin-Yang Mysterious Pattern Body to allow it to live as long as possible.

For the sake of the prosperity of the Feng family branch, the Presbyterian Church will most likely choose to sacrifice that girl.

To protect, so be hostile.

Using his lofty status within the clan, he made everyone around him afraid to approach the other party, and then completely expelled him from the clan hall in the name of disgust.

Because only in this way can that girl Feng Ziming be completely out of the sight of the clan elders.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the nine lanterns hanging above his head.

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.

The nine bright lanterns on the outside temper the skills and temperament of the tribesmen, while the illusory array in the mourning hall in the middle tests their understanding.

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-Yang Mystic Pattern Body, but the problem is that time is too tight.

The Yin Yang Xuan Pattern Body is a very mysterious thing.

No one knows when it will awaken. It may be several years away, but it could also be today.

But why can't we communicate well about this kind of thing?

As long as he makes sense, the girl won't be afraid of him.

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.

If there is nothing wrong with learning, he should learn from the two naughty kings in his family.

Don't push, just do it.

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.

But this is probably one of the reasons why Xu Yuan feels relieved about Feng Xianru.

This kid seems to be my uncle's fanboy.

The clothes, hair accessories, and even the facial expressions are all replicated one-to-one, and they look very much like the star-chasers from the middle school years of the previous life.

I just don’t know when this kid saw Feng Jiuxuan.

That uncle, have you ever been back to Qifeng Mountain before?

With blood to open the way, Xu Yuan led the two girls through the corridor unimpeded and entered the mourning hall behind it.

As the three of them stepped in, the wall lamps lit up one after another.

Dozens of spiritual tablets are placed on the heavy stand in the middle of the mourning hall. The spiritual tablets here are all saints and strong men of the Feng family.

Before they sit down and 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 is one of the foundations of the Feng family.

However, due to the passage of time, most of the spiritual tablets in the mourning hall have become dim. At this time, there are only two palms with flickering lights.

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.

After pressing the girl's head and saluting towards the mourning hall, Xu Yuan glared at the big ice lump:

"Elders, be respectful."

After bowing honestly, Ran Qingmo responded in a low voice:

"oh"

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."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was slightly startled, and then glanced at Xiao Bai aside.

Bai Muxi's eyes were confused, and it was obvious that she didn't hear.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Yuan chuckled at Ran Qingmo and said:

"This is the inheritance left by the saintly ancestors of the Feng family. When you hear the voice, it must be that a certain deceased saint has taken a fancy to you."

Ran Qingmo blinked his eyes and asked softly:

"But I don't have the blood of the Feng family."

"Anyone who enters this place without triggering the killing array is assumed to be a member of the Feng family."

"Sir...what about mine?"

Bai Muxi raised her slender index finger and pointed at herself.

This is the inheritance of the saints, such an opportunity

Thinking about it, Bai Muxi's beautiful eyes were filled with expectation.

Xu Yuan looked back and glanced up and down:

"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.

Fu Yuan Gao is just different.

After thinking for a while, Xu Yuan explained softly:

"Use your soul to connect to the spiritual tablet that made the sound, and it will pull you into the illusion."

After hearing this, Ran Qingmo still stood there without moving, his eyes hesitant.

After looking at each other, everything became clear.

Da Bingtuozi's master is a saint himself. With a living saint teaching him, why should he accept the inheritance of a dead saint?

With a chuckle, Xu Yuan whispered:

"This ancestral hall inheritance itself is a two-way selection process. If you don't want it, forget it."

Ran Qingmo nodded, bowed deeply to the sixth spiritual tablet at the bottom, and opened his red lips slightly, as if he said something to the other side.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan received an invitation, and more than one.

About seven or eight voices sounded in his ears at the same time.

Although his fortune was low, he was the direct bloodline of the Feng family after all, and he was an innate Taoist body.

But he rejected them one by one.

And with his rejection,

a faint sigh of melancholy seemed to sound in the mourning hall.

These ancestors seemed to have little time left.

However, they did not force it. The dim light on the surface of the spirit tablet flickered like eyes for a moment, and then returned to silence.

This is the normal state in the Feng family ancestral temple.

The Feng family members who can go deep into this place generally do not need the inheritance of saints, and those who need it cannot enter at all.

Most of the souls left by the ancestors of the Feng family disappeared quietly in the long river of time.

Thinking of the girl with the Yin-Yang mysterious pattern body outside, Xu Yuan thought for a while and said:

"Ancestors, why don't you wait a little, maybe other clansmen will come here soon. Although she is not my direct bloodline, please take a look at her at that time."

The words fell in silence, no spirit tablet responded, and the sound transmission also consumed the soul. The huge spirit hall only had a gust of cold wind blowing through it as tacit consent.

After doing this, Xu Yuan slowly walked towards the heavy spirit platform, and as he walked, he condensed a blood-colored dagger.

Xifeng Mountain, Feng Family Secret Temple, the secret passage can be opened by staining the thirteenth spirit tablet at the end of the ancestral temple with blood.

This is the clue given to him by his grandfather.

Going around to the spirit tablet, Xu Yuan raised his left hand above the spirit tablet, and gently cut a blood mark on the palm of his hand with a blade in his right hand.

The stabbing pain in the palm of his hand spread to his heart, and the bright red blood flowed out along the palm lines like a stream.

"Tick."

The moment the blood dripped on the spirit tablet, it sank into it, leaving no trace.

About ten breaths later, the spirit tablet that swallowed a lot of blood suddenly emitted a burst of white light, as if some kind of mechanism was opened, and white array patterns quickly spread from the spirit tablet, like a spider web covering every corner of the mourning hall.

After a pause,

accompanied by a heavy "boom" sound, a secret door slowly opened on the left side of the entrance to the mourning hall, and a faint light shone through it

As consciousness recovered, the cold touch of the ground immediately came from the side of his face, and 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 unwillingly.

As soon as he got up, he staggered.

After feeling the strangeness of his body, Feng Xianru quickly looked inside his meridians, and then his brows frowned unconsciously.

He was now in pain all over his body but not injured.

Aware of this, Feng Xianru unconsciously clenched his fists and stared at the depths of the corridor.

A strong feeling of chest tightness gradually spread in his heart.

But this emotion was not directed at Xu Changge, but at himself.

A natural talent.

This is the evaluation of him by people around him since he was a child.

When he was young, Feng Xianru did not understand the meaning of this evaluation, but as he grew older, he gradually understood the meaning of this word when he saw his peers being stuck in their cultivation by things that did not exist at all.

However, this innate talent did not make him arrogant, but instead made him feel a strong pressure.

The envy of his peers, the expectations of his elders, and the praises that lifted him to the top of the clouds gradually gave rise to a sense of panic in his heart.

He was afraid of disappointing the people around him, afraid of falling from this cloud, and afraid that one day he would also encounter the bottleneck in the mouths of others.

He did not know what expression he should show when others praised him, and did not know how a true genius should react when facing provocations from others.

He once tried to ask his sister, who was also a genius.

But his sister did not understand what he said at all.

So he did not dare to show this emotion at all, and could only try to imitate his sister to become the genius in the mouths of others.

He kept imitating the only genius template around him.

His sister was a gentle person, so he was also a gentle person.

He kept a record of the age when his sister broke through each realm, and then made himself do it.

If so, he should be able to continue to play the role of genius in the eyes of others.

This kind of years lasted until he was ten years old.

It was an ordinary day. As usual, he got up at Mao Shi, took a quarter of an hour to wash, went to Chaofeng Mountain, and practiced breathing until You Shi in the evening.

But what was unusual was that

that day he met a middle-aged man on Chaofeng Mountain.

When he dispersed his skills and opened his eyes, Feng Xianru saw him.

He stood quietly by the side and looked at him, expressionless, with a sigh in his narrow eyes.

This look made Feng Xianru feel uncomfortable, but as a genius, he shouldn't care about it, so he smiled and greeted the other party.

Feng Xianru thought he did a good job, but the man kicked him down from the top of the mountain after hearing it.

He had no ability to resist.

But Feng Xianru was 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 was from the Feng family, and he was a genius of the Feng family, so he would definitely save him.

The thought flashed through his mind,

and then, his leg broke.

The cliff was very high, and his cultivation was not enough to offset such a large impact, and he was directly thrown into an inverted 7.

Looking at the terrifying torso and the piercing pain coming from somewhere, Feng Xianru felt a kind of fear in his heart for the first time.

But a genius can't cry.

So he held back.

He forced himself to calm down and think about the reason, but Feng Xianru didn't understand why the man did this.

But soon, Feng Xianru realized that he didn't have time to think about these things.

As the sun sets in the west, the mist covering Xifeng Mountain has quietly emerged in the forest, and the sound of animals in the forest can be heard faintly.

Death.

This word suddenly flashed through his mind.

This place is too remote, so remote that no one comes at all, and the bloody smell on his broken leg will undoubtedly attract monsters.

Feng Xianru's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, but he still tried to stay calm.

He is a genius, so if he doesn't come back for a long time, there will definitely be tribesmen to check on him.

This became his life-saving straw.

But as the night fell completely, listening to the rustling sounds coming from the dark jungle, Feng Xianru could no longer control his emotions.

He tried to shout a few times, but there was no response.

Because his leg was completely broken, in panic, he grabbed it with his delicate little hands and crawled towards the cliff where he thought it was safe, and tears could not stop falling down.

He didn't know how he had provoked that man.

Just a normal greeting, but he wanted to kill him.

Why.

He didn't understand.

Amid the rustling of the forest, he finally climbed to the bottom of the cliff.

He spent the first night curled up.

Then the second day, the third day, and the fourth day.

No one came to save him.

Due to the strong physical fitness brought by the Soul Condensation Realm, although the bleeding of his broken leg had stopped, the continuous loss of vitality in his body could not be stopped.

Feeling his continuous weakness, the anger and resentment transformed from panic and fear gradually rose in his heart.

But he couldn't move.

He could only scratch the cliff with his fingers to vent his panic.

If he could go back alive, he must kill the man regardless of the name of the shit genius!

And in this despair, a little bit of change also happened quietly.

As Feng Xianru kept scratching the cliff with his fingertips, the blood that oozed out accumulated little by little, and a mysterious Qi machine fluctuation suddenly opened.

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.