Call......

The Ruyi True Spiritual Method operated, and the surging aura in the secret room poured into the body, repairing the wounds in the tendons. The hidden danger left by the use of Xingluo's hand was gradually eliminated under the nourishment of the auspicious qi. Ling Feng sank into it with all his heart.

"Ling Gongzi, Ling Gongzi ......"

An anxious call came to my ears.

Ling Feng hurriedly opened his eyes and saw Ye Hui leaning against the scroll, which emitted a soft glow.

Slap, slap, slap...... Ye Hui's eyes were full of tears, and he hit the ground with a crisp crackling sound.

Why did Ye Gongzi cry?

Ling Feng was puzzled.

Not good!

Suddenly, Ling Feng's heart was a spirit, and Ling Shan was burned by the scroll because he was close to the scroll. Ye Gongzi is so close to the picture scroll, there should be none.

Ling Feng hurriedly rushed to Ye Hui's side and hurriedly said, "Ye Gongzi, you retreat a little." ”

Tears flashed in Ye Huimei's eyes, "I'm stuck and can't retreat." ”

With that, he turned sideways and let Ling Feng see his jade finger glued to the scroll.

Hearing Ye Hui's words, Ling Feng was shocked. After taking a closer look, he saw that Ye Hui was just glued to it, and he was not like Ling Shan was burned by the red light at the beginning, so he was much more relieved.

"What's going on?" Ling Feng asked again.

Ye Hui said scaredly, "I don't know, but when I see this painting, I have some familiar feelings." I leaned over, and my mind was also in a trance at that time, and when I woke up, I found that my fingers were glued to it, and I couldn't pull it out. ”

Feeling familiar?

Ling Feng was puzzled. This picture scroll is the treasure of the Ling family, I heard Qingfeng's predecessor say that it was carved by his senior brother to protect the Ling family, outsiders have no chance to see it, how can Ye Gongzi say that he has a sense of déjà vu?

"Young Master Ling, you are thinking of ways to save me!" Ye Hui said hurriedly.

Hearing Ye Hui's shout, Ling Feng stopped thinking nonsense and carefully observed around the scroll, wanting to rescue Ye Hui.

"You pull me and I'll try to see if the two of us can break free together. Ye Hui said urgently.

"Hmm.

Ling Feng held Ye Hui's hand, and a feeling of softness suddenly came from his palm.

Zhenyuan surged, and the two retreated together.

No matter how hard the two of them tried, Ye Hui's fingers still couldn't break free from the scroll.

"No, it hurts!" Ye Hui's painful nose was covered with sweat, and he cried out in pain, "It hurts to pull your fingers." ”

Ling Feng stopped, not daring to continue exerting his strength.

"Young Master Ling, this is your Ling Clan's treasure, if you think about it again, pull me out quickly." Ye Hui's eyes flashed with tears, which was pitiful.

"Let me think about it. ”

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and he pondered.

"Ling Gongzi, do you have a way?" After a while, Ye Hui asked.

Ling Feng said, "Don't worry, there will be a way." ”

What to do?

Seeing the tears on Ye Hui's face, Ling Feng was extremely anxious.

Airplanes......

The wishful true spirit pen in my mind suddenly sounded.

Ling Feng was in the first place.

That's right!

This picture scroll is painted by the ancestor holding the Ruyi True Spirit Pen, and the Ruyi True Spirit Pen is in his mind, if he urges the Ruyi True Spirit Pen, he may be able to solve Ye Gongzi's dilemma.

Ling Feng was overjoyed: "There is a way." ”

Ye Hui was tired from standing, and when he heard Ling Feng's words, he suddenly felt a shock, "Really! ”

Ling Feng approached the scroll, looked at the vivid pen on the scroll, and the appearance of a spirit pen appeared in his mind, and his fingers also put on the scroll, moving with the spirit pen in his mind, sliding up on the scroll.

Call...... The wind suddenly rose, and a dazzling light suddenly appeared.

The two closed their eyes in unison.

"Qingyun ......"

A long sigh rang in the ears of the two.

Who's talking?

Ling Feng wanted to cry, why did this voice contain regret and grief, which went straight to his heart and made him want to cry?

Ling Feng opened his eyes, and in the white mist, Ye Hui was already in tears.

"Like, too much.

"Who's talking?" Ling Feng couldn't help but shudder, he clearly saw that Ye Hui's lips had been pursed all the time, and he didn't speak, and this voice was not Qingfeng's senior, how could there be an outsider in the secret room?

What kind of means should a character who can sneak into the Ling Clan's secret vault have to reach the sky?

Ling Feng stood in front of Ye Hui.

Ye Hui leaned on Ling Feng, "Young Master Ling, I'm panicking in my heart." ”

Ling Feng said, "It's okay. ”

"Kid ......"

The strange voice sounded again.

Ling Feng was terrified and searched around, but found no trace.

"Who, who is hiding in the shadows?" Ling Feng shouted.

Ye Hui was also panicked, "You come out quickly, hide in the dark and scare people, what kind of ability." ”

"Son, I am right in front of you. ”

As the voice fell, a light smoke floated from the blinding white light, hazy and unpredictable. The light smoke floated upward, transforming into a middle-aged Confucian in front of the eyes of the two of them.

The middle-aged Confucian had a clear face, warm eyes, and was surrounded by Confucianism.

"Y-Who are you?" Ye Hui said in a trembling voice.

Ling Feng didn't say anything. For some reason, when he saw this middle-aged Confucian student, there was a sense of jumping in Ling Feng's veins.

"Child, I am your ancestor, Ling Xuanzi. ”

The middle-aged Confucian said to Ling Feng.

Ancestors!

The senior brother of Aomine's seniors!

Ling Feng only felt shocked.

Impossible! From Aomine's words, it was inferred that his ancestors were gone, so how could he still be alive.

Seeing the hesitation in Ling Feng's eyes, the middle-aged Confucian said, "I am indeed your ancestor, Qingfeng's senior brother, but now I am just a wisp of residual thoughts." I built this secret room to protect my heirs, and at this moment I am a wisp of thought left in the scroll back then. ”

Remnants?

Ling Feng was puzzled.

When people are dead, will there still be thoughts?

"Child, when you reach the Divine Realm, you will know. Ling Xuanzi said, "Once you reach the Divine Power Realm, your physical body will be destroyed, and only your soul will not be destroyed, and your physical body will not be destroyed." Moreover, the divine thoughts have turned into thousands, that is, the divine soul will be extinguished, and those divine thoughts will not dissipate immediately. ”

"I've heard my father say that. Ye Hui whispered in Ling Feng's ear.

Ling Feng's face was still hesitant.

"Kid, don't you believe it?" Ling Xuanzi said.

Ling Xuanzi's hand suddenly made a move, Ling Feng's brain buzzed, and the Ruyi True Spirit Pen flew out and landed in Ling Xuanzi's hand. Ling Xuanzi gently stroked the Ruyi True Spirit Pen and said in a low voice, "My partner, you have accompanied me for more than a thousand years, and now that I have fallen, I hope you will protect my descendants!"

Whining......

The Ruyi True Spirit Pen seemed to whimper and let out a sad chirp. It seems reluctant.

It's really an ancestor!

Even the Ruyi True Spirit Pen had admitted it, and Ling Feng no longer had any doubts.

"Heir Ling Feng, meet the ancestors. Ling Feng hurriedly paid a visit.

"Child, the inheritance of my True Spirit Sect is in your hands, and you must not be blasphemed in the future. Ling Xuanzi sighed.

Ling Feng didn't dare. Ling Feng said.

Ling Xuanzi showed a smile, and with a flick of his fingers, the Ruyi True Spirit Pen turned into a streamer and disappeared into Ling Feng's brain.

"Hey, Ling Gongzi's ancestor, you will let me go. Since he was Ling Feng's ancestor, Ye Hui had nothing to fear, so he hurriedly wiped away his tears and shouted to Ling Xuanzi.

After being glued to the scroll for a long time, Ye Hui was already exhausted.

"Qingyun!"

When Ling Xuanzi looked at Ye Hui, the smile on his face froze, and he couldn't help but shout the word 'Qingyun'.

"How do you know my mother's name!" Ye Hui exclaimed.

Ling Feng also looked at Ling Xuanzi suspiciously, looking at the complicated expression on Ling Xuanzi's face, it seemed that there was an unforgettable past.

"Are you Ye Yichen's child?" Ling Xuanzi said suddenly.

"yes, how do you know?"

"How could I not know?" Ling Xuanzi suddenly sighed, "Back then, I, Ye Yichen and Qingyun could be said to be the best friends, and they had a deep and righteous relationship, even if they died for each other, they would not hesitate for the slightest. ”

Ye Hui was puzzled: "Why haven't I heard my father mention it?"

"Didn't your father mention this to you?" Ling Xuanzi said in surprise.

"Well, every time I asked my mother where she was, he didn't say anything, only that when my mother was pregnant with me, she was seriously injured, and after giving birth to me, she went to a distant place to recuperate. My father never mentioned anything else about my mother's parents, so until now, I only know my mother's name, and I have never even seen my mother's appearance.

Ye Hui's eyes couldn't help but be a little gloomy.

Although Ye Yichen loves himself and gives him the best fatherly love, Ye Hui has always had a dream in his heart, that is, he longs to see his mother.

Even if it's just one side, it's enough.

Ling Xuanzi also had a hint of gloom in his eyes, "Yes, when your mother was pregnant with you, she was seriously injured, and she gave birth to you, and her vitality was greatly damaged, and she would not recover without dozens or hundreds of years of hard work." ”

Ling Feng found a trace of strangeness in Ling Xuanzi's eyes.

Is Ye Gongzi's mother really just seriously injured?

Perhaps, the result will be worse.

It's just that the ancestor was afraid of hurting Ye Gongzi, so he didn't say it. Ling Feng faintly guessed that he understood the painstaking efforts of the ancestors, and he did not interject.

"Decades, hundreds of years, that's a long time. Ye Hui pouted, he had to wait so long to see his mother, and he was a little dissatisfied in his heart. Ling Xuanzi smiled bitterly.

"Oops, my hands are sore, let me go. The tips of his fingers were sour, and Ye Hui shouted again.

With a flick of Ling Xuanzi's sleeve, the stickiness dissipated, and Ye Hui finally withdrew his hand.