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Ancestral Hall.

The light in the main hall was still a little dim as usual, and the head of Dao Xuan Zhenren held three incense sticks in his hand, respectfully saluted the spiritual positions of countless ancestors, and then took a step forward and inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner on the offering table.

Beside him, only stood the down-and-out old man who took care of the ancestral hall.

The dim light shone on his face, and the wrinkles were deeply wrinkled as if they were carved into his face.

Dao Xuan turned his head, his gaze fell on his face, and suddenly said, "You seem to look a little older." ”

The old man's face was expressionless, and he said lightly: "The years are urging people to grow old, what's so strange?"

Dao Xuan smiled, as if he wanted to say something, and suddenly a voice came from outside the ancestral hall: "Senior, the disciple is here, greet the senior." ”

Dao Xuan's brows moved slightly, and he didn't speak.

The old man walked up slowly, but he didn't walk out of the ancestral hall, only raised his voice, and said, "It's you, when did you come back from the wilderness?"

Jun Wenxin said respectfully outside: "The disciple has been back for a few days, and now his injuries are just right, so he came to meet his seniors." ”

The old man also seemed to have a faint smile on his lips, and said, "Oh, that's it! Then you wait outside, I still have a guest here." ”

Jun Wenxin seemed to be stunned outside, in the past, there had never been many people in this ancestral hall, I didn't expect that there were guests today, I thought it should be a real person of Daoxuan.

Moreover, he had been practicing under this mysterious old man for ten years, and he respected him very much, so he answered immediately and waited quietly on the side.

Dao Xuan Zhenren walked slowly a few steps and stood in the shadows of the main hall.

Looking out from the gate, I saw that under the warm sunshine, Jun Wenxin was carrying the Taiyi Divine Sword, wearing a snow coat, a jade belt around his waist, his face was handsome and dusty, and he stood respectfully on the side of the ancestral hall, waiting patiently.

He looked at it silently for a while, and said: "This kid is a good material, regardless of qualifications and temperament, it is only seen in my life, even if it is the Aoba Patriarch thousands of years ago, I can't compare to him." ”

The old man's steps seemed to be a little sluggish, and when he walked up to him, he also glanced out, and said, "Then why didn't you take him under your door back then?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked at Jun Wenxin standing outside the ancestral hall from afar, the young man was in full swing, no matter where he looked at it, he revealed such a vigorous vitality, but there was no compelling edge on his face, which made people feel that he was different.

Dao Xuan Zhenren suddenly smiled, a very plain and bland smile, and then turned around and said to the old man: "Because he is too much like a person, his temperament, expression, and even his qualifications are so similar to that person, if he is by my side, I will not be able to sleep, otherwise, why do you think Shui Yue would take him as an apprentice, but I couldn't see his qualifications back then." ”

The muscles on the face of the old man beside him suddenly seemed to twitch.

Dao Xuan Zhenren turned his head and looked at him lightly, and after a long time, he suddenly shook his head, and then smiled: "I'm joking with you!"

Before the words fell, he frowned, then put his hand on his chest and coughed a few lowly.

The old man glanced at his chest, then looked at Dao Xuan Zhenren's face that had become slightly pale at the moment, and said lightly: "It's been ten years, but your injuries are getting worse and worse?"

Dao Xuan Zhenren didn't speak, but the cough gradually became louder, and then his face gradually became ugly, and after a while, the cough slowly subsided.

Dao Xuan Zhenren let out a sigh of relief, turned around, no longer looked at Jun Wenxin outside the door, walked to the spiritual platform that enshrined countless Qingyunmen Patriarch Spiritual Positions, looked at it in a daze for a while, and then said quietly: "I didn't expect that the power of the 'Zhuxian Sword' to fight back is so powerful!"

The old man walked over slowly, reached out and took a rag, began to wipe it lightly on the heavy offering table, and said: "The power of the Zhuxian Sword is so huge, coupled with the 'Zhuxian Sword Array', it is enough to reverse the sky, such a fierce thing is against the will of heaven, you should know it when you use the Zhuxian Ancient Sword." ”

Dao Xuan Zhenren said lightly: "I naturally know that on the stone tablet in the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, from the Qingye Patriarch down, the ancestors of all generations have left strict orders, and this sword must not be used unless it is absolutely necessary!"

The old man slowly wiped the offering table, very slowly, as if he had been wiping like this for many years, so he was so focused.

His eyes looked at the table, and he suddenly smiled, and said, "Actually, I also thought that if you use the Immortal Ancient Sword a few more times, you may die faster than me." ”

Dao Xuan Zhenren looked at the old man's rickety back, the pupils in his eyes suddenly contracted, and after a while, he slowly turned around and walked out.

"Are you leaving?"

The old man's somewhat desolate voice came from behind him.

Dao Xuan Zhenren stopped, but did not look back, and after a while, his voice slowly came: "Do you remember what I said when I rescued you?"

The old man stood in the dark shadows and did not answer.

Dao Xuan Zhenren didn't look back, and there seemed to be a strange aura wafting in this ancestral hall.

After a while, I only heard the voice of Dao Xuan Zhenren and said lightly: "I saved you because I owe you, but I won't let you live longer than me!"

The old man's body was already hidden in the shadows, motionless. Dao Xuan Zhenren immediately walked out and left this ancestral hall...

Jun Wenxin was waiting patiently outside, and suddenly saw Dao Xuan Zhenren walking out of the ancestral hall.

His face was as usual, and he obviously expected it, so he saluted lightly.

Dao Xuan Zhenren glanced at him, and there seemed to be some strange light flashing in his eyes, then nodded and left.

Jun Wenxin sent him away with a twinkle in his eyes, and somehow, from the time Dao Xuan Zhenren came out of the ancestral hall just now, he felt that his face seemed to be pale and a little strange.

Jun Wenxin was thinking to himself, and the old man's voice came from the ancestral hall, and he said slowly: "Is it a conscience, you come in!"

Jun Wenxin hurriedly responded: "Yes." ”

As he spoke, he walked into the ancestral hall.

As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, Jun Wenxin suddenly felt a chill on his body, and at the same time, the surroundings were also darkened.

He couldn't help frowning, he had been following this mysterious old man here to take care of the ancestral hall for the past ten years, but from the day he came, he felt that this ancestral ancestral hall was very strange, no matter when it was a gloomy and dark feeling, but it was not dark here, before those ancestral shrines, many incense candles were lit and enshrined, but these dim candles seemed to exist only to set off the deeper darkness here, and they couldn't get rid of the gloomy and even gloomy feeling of this hall at all.

But after all, he had lived here for ten years, and he admired the old man standing in the shadows so much that he had long since stopped paying attention to the strange place here.

At that moment, he respectfully saluted the figure of the old man and said, "Senior, the disciple is back." ”

The old man smiled, walked out of the shadows, looked Jun up and down, and saw that he had been out for a month, although his face was a little weathered, but the whole person was more energetic.

couldn't help but feel a little relieved in his eyes, and said in a harmonious voice: "This time I went out, the injury was not light, right?"

Jun Wenxin was a little embarrassed and said: "I did receive a lot of injuries, but I waited for the whole body to go and returned, and it was a great luck that no one had an accident!"

At that moment, he simply said the battle of the wilderness, and the news had already spread all over the world at this time, and Jun Wenxin's name was even more famous Shenzhou Tianlu, but he obviously didn't particularly care about it, and he didn't even change his face, just said quietly.

After Jun finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "In the wilderness, there is an ancient forest, is it still there?

Jun Wen's heart and body were shocked, and he was stunned, then thought about it, and said after a while: "I didn't see it, senior." ”

A trace of pain flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said slowly: "I didn't expect it, isn't it gone? I don't know what happened to her now..."

"Huh!"

The old man suddenly smiled bitterly, and his body shook slightly, as if he couldn't stand steadily.

Jun Wenxin was taken aback, and hurriedly added: "Senior, maybe it's just that I'm in too much of a hurry and didn't see it, are you okay?"

The old man shook his head slowly, turned around, looked upward, and what caught his eye was the countless Qingyunmen Patriarch Spiritual Positions high in the sky.

The dim candle flame in front of the spiritual seat seemed to be like their eyes at the moment, silently looking at the people in the ancestral hall.

Jun Wenxin didn't say any more, and the old man suddenly fell silent.

After a long time, the old man smiled bitterly, with endless sourness, and said in a low voice to the spiritual candles in front of him: "Actually, there are many poor people in this world......

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(To be continued...... ）