Chapter 5323 Mysterious Person in the Ancestral Hall

Chu Mufeng walked out of his mentor's room. It was dusk at the moment.

The golden sunset illuminates the sky, and the western sky looks golden and brilliant.

Just like Gui Xuanzong at this moment, so vigorous and solemn.

Chu Mufeng was like an old man walking into the sunset, with countless fatigue appearing in every pore.

The war at Niangzi Pass has become increasingly tense. Once Niangzi Pass is breached, these sects in the west, as well as the hundreds of thousands of cultivators stationed in Tianshan and Kunlun Mountains, will implement plans to retreat to the Qinling Mountains of Tianyu Mountain to build a defense line.

Once I retreat, I don’t know when I will be able to return to my homeland.

There is not much time left for Chu Mufeng. He must sit on that chair before the Xuantian Sect evacuates the sacred mountain. Once he is in exile, he will not be able to ascend to the supreme position on the sacred mountain, and he will appear unjust and unjust. .

Chu Mufeng originally planned to take action in the next three or two days. After a conversation with his mentor, he found that his previous plans were almost in vain.

Li Xuanyin still has Xuanfu and Anjiu Sect in his hands, while Ye Xiaochuan is interfering in Xuantian Sect's internal family affairs.

Under attack from both inside and outside, Chu Mufeng's chance of winning was less than 40%.

This made Chu Mufeng more exhausted than ever before.

He came here for two purposes. One was to ask Ye Xiaochuan about his true intentions.

He got what seemed like the most reasonable answer.

The second purpose was that he wanted to know if his mentor who raised him would support his rise to power if he took matters into his own hands.

The current situation in the Xuantian Sect is complicated. After most of the elders died in Shilongling, Mu Chenxian could only return to the top of the Xuantian Sect.

With Mu Chenxian's prestige, he has veto power over future changes in leadership.

It is very important to have the support of your mentor.

Even if Li Xuanyin now holds Xuanfu and Dark Nine Sects, as long as Mu Chenxian supports Chu Mufeng, Li Xuanyin will have no chance to make a comeback.

vice versa.

Chu Mufeng originally thought that in the current situation, his mentor would think of the relationship between master and disciple and give him a hand.

However, just now, he asked directly. Mu Chenxian said: "The Xuantian Sect is neither yours nor mine. It belongs to all the disciples of the entire Xuantian Sect. If the Xuantian Sect is in trouble, at this time, if anyone wants to split the sect, I, Mu Shen Xian is the first one not to know

Let him go. "

These words have made it very obvious. In this matter, he abandoned his eldest disciple and chose to continue to assist Li Xuanyin.

This made Chu Mufeng very sad.

But at the same time, I felt a little solemn in my heart.

It must be said that he admired his master very much. He was not disturbed by his feelings and resolutely chose to put the overall situation of Xuantian Sect first.

Chu Mufeng did not win the support of his mentor, and he was not discouraged.

Now it is basically certain that the main force of Guixuanzong is just pretending to be on the periphery and has no intention of attacking Kunlun Mountain.

As long as he knows the background of Gui Xuanzong, Chu Mufeng can feel free to concentrate on dealing with Li Xuanyin.

Although time is tight, fortunately Niangziguan cannot be breached for a while.

The top priority now is to find out the distribution of Dark Nine Sect's forces, the number of its personnel, and to win over the Xuanfu forces as soon as possible.

Chu Mufeng is a thoughtful person. He will not act rashly until he is absolutely sure.

Because there is only one chance to do it. If you don't succeed, you will be punished. There will definitely be no third result, let alone the chance to do it again.

He looked at the setting sun, took a few deep breaths, and then strode away.

At the same time, Huai'an Prefecture, Shanyang County, Hexia Village.

Hexia Village, as you can tell from its name, is a small village downstream of the river.

Although the village is small, with only a hundred or so households, each household seems to be well off.

It's not as dilapidated as other villages. Almost every house has a yard, and the houses are all two- or three-story Hui-style buildings.

There are blue tiles, white walls, and many auspicious animals carved on the eaves.

The sun sets in Kunlun, but here it is already the second watch.

To the east of Hexia Village, there is a large house with a courtyard leading from the front and back.

This is not a landlord's mansion, but an ancestral hall.

The letter was written in four big characters by the Wu clan.

There are also two ancient plaques on the pillars of the town and Shuxiangmen.

In front of the gate, there is a large stone platform with a huge stone sculpture shaped like a turtle lying on the stone platform.

There is a couplet on the double nanmu pillar.

This branch is not easy to survive.

Steamed and tasted forever.

There are still nine wooden pillars standing on the sides of the big turtle. These wooden pillars have decayed after years of wind and rain.

These wooden pillars, which are more than three feet high, are not meant to tie horses.

There is a tradition in aristocratic families that the top scorer in high school can erect a wooden pillar at the door of their home.

There are nine wooden pillars erected outside the Wu family ancestral hall, which shows that the ancestors of the Wu family have produced nine champions.

The ancestral hall has always been the most important place for the family, solemn and sacred. It's a pity that the catastrophe has wreaked havoc. All the men in Hexia Village have been recruited, and the young girls have been incorporated into the Women's Army. Only some old and weak people are in the village. The solemn and sacred ancestral hall has also been neglected. The door is covered with weeds and has knots on the door. Is that enough?

Less cobwebs.

A short, fat old man stood in front of the door, his old hands gently stroking the wooden pillars at the door.

Feeling the glory of the ancestors of the Wu family.

Behind the pudgy old man, there was a huge black and white bear squatting.

This strange pairing is naturally the old storyteller and the no. 1 loser.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Under the moonlight, a trace of sadness appeared on the old face of the storyteller.

His surname is Wu, and his ancestral home is Hexia Village in Shanyang County, Huai'an Prefecture.

Although he has been wandering for so many years, he has never forgotten his ancestors.

His pen name, Sheyang Shanren, is actually based on Shanyang County.

Nowadays, people in the world are all heading south, trying to avoid the catastrophe coming from the north.

The storyteller is an outlier. He brought a rice bucket and went north from Yangzhou, and unknowingly entered the territory of Shanyang County, Huai'an Prefecture.

So, he returned to the place where his ancestors returned.

Looking at the already desolate ancestral hall, the storyteller felt a sense of emotion.

The prosperity of the ancestral hall means the prosperity of the family.

Now the ancestral hall is dilapidated, and the Wu family, which once produced nine champions and a general, is destined to decline in the near future.

The old storyteller murmured, "The Wu family is declining, and it seems that my time is coming."

Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the ancestral hall, saying, "I have been waiting for you for a long time. Since you are here, why don't you come in and have a few drinks?"

The old storyteller's expression froze, and he had heard who the owner of the voice was.

The old storyteller said to the rice bucket behind him, "Stay here."

Then his figure disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already inside the gate.

The desolate yard was full of weeds. At the door of the main hall of the ancestral hall, there was a table with a wine pot and two wine glasses on the table.

A person who should never appear here was sitting at the table at this moment, picking up the wine pot and slowly pouring wine.

Said, "Long time no see, old man, you are not dead after all."

The old storyteller's eyes flickered, and his expression was slightly surprised.

The mysterious man under the moonlight, wearing a dark green Taoist robe and a goatee, had a restrained aura and a majestic demeanor. If he is not the number one person in the world today, the head of the Cang Yun Sect, Zhenren Yu Ji Zi, then who is he?