The land of the Far North, the Later Tang Kingdom, the Wen family.

"The younger generation Wen Hua now took Yu'er to worship the ancestors, hoping that the ancestors would bless the last inheritance of our Wen family. ”

The middle-aged man looked solemn and respectfully bowed to the tablet in the ancestral hall. This is the patriarch's Zen position, continuing the family lineage.

The youngest son behind him was a little timid, carefully looking at this huge and gloomy place. A pair of large hands grabbed him, and the warmth and heaviness of those hands dispelled his fear in an instant.

"Wencheng, come to pay homage to the ancestors. Wen Hua's voice was soft, and his eyes were full of pampering. He watched the child look like him, bowed and kowtowed, and couldn't bear to flash away from his face.

Xiao Wencheng turned his head and smiled sweetly, his smile pure and innocent.

In Wen Cheng's eyes, this ancestral hall is unfamiliar, and this place has been forbidden to play since childhood.

The Wen family is very large, but most of them have been deserted, his favorite since he was a child is to explore the ancient village with his brothers, and he has always heard that the Wen family is strong and prosperous, the clock is ringing, the high house is deep, and the family slaves come and go repeatedly, and the family's house is even more boundless, and even the front of the line is full of traffic. But now there are no other members of the family except him and his father.

It is indeed as the servant said, the ancestral hall in front of him is full of ancestral tablets, which is enough to explain the prosperity for a long time.

He whispered the names on them, and his eyes showed their active era, chic and elegant, and admired.

Every time he read a name, he could feel which blood was connected to him across thousands of years, and there was something mysterious in his body throbbing.

These are my ancestors, all of whom have lived in this world in flesh and blood.

Wen Cheng's face was full of excitement, he turned around and said: I want to know the family history of the Wen family, what is our family like?

Wen Hua's solemn face showed a hint of pride, and his hand stroked Wen Cheng's head, and said, "The history of the Wen family is the history of the formation pattern master, and we created the formation pattern technique......

In Wen Cheng's puzzled eyes, Wen Hua revealed the mysterious and cumbersome pictures and texts on his arm, and his expression was slightly melancholy: "This is the family pattern of our Wen family that has been passed down from generation to generation, and our ancestors relied on the formation pattern technique created by him, and it is difficult for me to understand its subtlety until now." ”

Wen Hua sighed and continued: "You have to know the truth of Huaiyu's sin...... his voice paused, "From now on, you have to protect it well, and I hope that the Wen family will prosper again because of you......"

"In the coming year, you will meet the children of other families, and then you will be the patriarch of our Wen family. Let those guys who are looking forward to our extermination see that the Wen family is a peak that they will never be able to cross. ”

Wen Cheng nodded as if he didn't understand......

"Master......" A woman's voice was hoarse, it was the sound of her vocal cords reaching the limit, she was Wencheng's nurse, kneeling outside the ancestral hall and tears kept sliding down her cheeks.

"Master, Young Master Wencheng is ...... But you're the last child. Her voice was a little trembling, emotional, and she couldn't care about the rules, "Are you...... Do you want him to die?"

The Wen family is one of the nine major families of the formation pattern, one of the families that formulated the rules of the formation pattern technique in this world, and is a transcendent existence among the formation pattern masters. The formation pattern master is already related to the existence of blood, and the older the family, the stronger it is, but only a few families have a family pattern.

Each crest has a different power, and it is the wealth left by the ancestors. But the Wen family is the most special one among the nine ancestral families, probably because of the blood of the clan, none of the patriarchs of the Wen family can live to the age of thirty, and the clansmen are all short-lived, so the incense of the Wen family is almost broken, and only he and Wen Cheng are left in Wen Hua's generation.

Wen Cheng's brothers all died in the ancestral land one after another when they inherited the family crest, and it can be said that if Wen Cheng fails, then the Wen family will no longer exist, and no one will be able to inherit the Wen family's inheritance.

Wen Hua trembled violently, it was fear from his bones, the names of those dead children were circulating in his mind, and he couldn't help but hallucinate that Wen Cheng was dying in front of his eyes.

"He won't die, he's not going to die. He roared, louder and louder, and his expression became hideous.

"Wen Cheng is too young, his brothers can't withstand the power of the clan crest, how can his body be able to withstand it!"

"This is the rule, and our people should die for him. ”

Xiao Wencheng was frightened, and cried with tears in his eyes, he had never seen such a hideous and terrifying father in his memory.

"Give Wencheng back to me!" The nurse rushed to the ancestral hall, but was hugged by the subordinates outside the door, she slapped like crazy and tried to break free, but she still blocked the door, she yelled at Wencheng: Run, run.

She has always treated Wen Cheng like her own child, how can she bear to watch him go to death.

Wen Hua closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, calmed down and sighed, explained the aftermath, and picked up the crying Wen Cheng into the ancestral land.

She looked at the lonely back, gave up the struggle, and fell to the ground weakly, this may be the last time he will see the two of them.

February City, located in the hinterland of Western Xia, is the holy land of the formation division division. At the beginning of February, there will be formation pattern masters from all over the world, and every time this time, the formation pattern family will gather here to exchange formation pattern techniques, and more importantly, the nine major formation pattern families will appear here.

The city at night is extremely beautiful, the shops are hung with lanterns and they will be open until dawn, the streets are full of candlelight sky lanterns, and the heads of people below are moving, people are boiling, selling, singing, and making noise, and the whole city is lively and lively.

A group of purple-robed men walked in front of them, people consciously moved out of the way, and the noisy streets fell silent, all bowing their heads and their faces full of reverence.

They are one of the protagonists of this city, the Geng family of the nine families.

Seeing the Geng family gradually moving away, the longing and fanaticism in people's eyes did not decrease but increased.

"I heard that there is no Wen family this year, and their patriarch Wen Hua passed away not long ago. ”

"There is no one in the Wen family. Someone sighed lamentingly.

"He also has a young son named Wen Cheng. ”

"There's no way he'll let his youngest son inherit the Wen family, and don't forget how his elder brothers died. ”

"No...... people were attracted to the voice, "he inherited the ...... Family crest. ”

Hearing this, the crowd instantly exploded, and the discussion began to become more and more mixed.

"How is it possible, his talented brothers have all failed to be devoured, how can an eight-year-old child withstand such a tyrannical clan crest. "People despise that man's opinion, and that man's words are contrary to common sense, and no one will believe them.

He went to the ancestral land, but he didn't inherit it and was taken out by Wen Hua, and he might not be able to bear to gamble with his last child. ”

Everyone nodded, not noticing a white-robed child walking quietly past them......

Geng Xin put down the hood on her head to reveal a cold face, this purple robe represents her direct identity of the Geng family, she leaned on the balcony This is a Duyou Pavilion that only the Nine Families can enter, she can see the whole city from here, and her eyes are the scene of candlelight and purple night sky confused.

A man in a dark yellow robe also leaned over not far from her, and under the hood was a boy similar to her, the Xue family.

"Don't look for it, he won't come, Wen Hua is dead. Hearing this, Geng Xin trembled, and his eyes were sad as if he was mourning the deceased.

"We may never see the white-robed Wen family again, I heard that he made Wen Cheng give up the inheritance. Xue Dan was very pleased with the Wen family's approach, with a hint of banter on his face, "Wen Cheng is still young, so he can't inherit it at all, otherwise he will only follow in the footsteps of his elder brothers." Hehe, I don't have to see through the faces of the group of people in white robes anymore. ”

The Wen family has always been a high-ranking family, and almost most of the families are subject to the Wen family, and the Xue family is no exception.

"No matter what happens to the Wen family, I will protect Uncle Wen Hua and will not let anyone touch them. Geng Xin seemed to be warning someone, and his palms clenched unconsciously.

Xue Dan sneered and didn't say anything, and continued to look at the scenery boredly, waiting for the people of the other families to arrive.

Midnight has arrived, and the rest of the families have arrived, except for the Wen family.

People greeted each other, and their eyes were looking at the spiral staircase leading to this place, consciously or unconsciously.

All are waiting, and they don't know if the Wen family will come this year.

Da Da ...... There was a sound of going up the stairs, and the people of the pavilion fell silent, staring at the entrance.

A group of white robes slowly went upstairs, under the incomprehensible eyes of the crowd.

The Wen family arrived.

But without the Wen family, Wen Hua is not qualified to come here.

"Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to come here?" Xue Dan took a step forward, his voice gloating, "You don't deserve ......"

The white-robed people had just lowered their hoods, revealing their youthful faces. Unlike other families, they were all young people, and the oldest was no more than thirty years old.

As soon as they went upstairs, they heard Xue Dan's contemptuous words, and they were all young people who couldn't help but be angry, and they wanted to teach the boy who had committed a lesson forward.

A pair of immature and petite hands stopped them, and no one dared to move a step, everyone was respectful and worshipful like a god.

Under the gaze of all the families, he lowered his hood to reveal his immature little face. He smiled, his smile was pure and innocent, and it made people feel like a spring breeze.

He raised his hand to the sky, and the clan crest on his arm shone brightly, and a majestic and tyrannical aura burst out from his child's body, enveloping the entire February City in an instant...... Everyone lowered their heads and there was only reverence left in their eyes, which was surrender from the blood, whether it was from the Nine Great Clans or passers-by in the city.

Everyone knew at that moment that the Wen family was still there......

A few years later, the Yiyue Pavilion was the most exquisite institution of medicine in the Later Tang Dynasty.

Kneeling at the table, a young girl was fascinated by a brush and drawing something on the bamboo slips, it was a portrait of a young man, and his handsome and beautiful face was about to become a portrait.

Mr. Jiezhi knocked on his palm, and lectured with an intoxicated face, teaching medical skills.

Wen Siruo looked at the painting with affection, smacking her lips and still not very satisfied with her work, but she still carefully rolled up the bamboo slips.

She is a formation master, so she doesn't need to learn these medical skills. Medicine is something that ordinary people learn and serve others. However, Wen Siruo still went to learn without hesitation, not for himself, but for the young man in the portrait who accidentally mentioned that he liked medical skills.

She unfolded the medicine tablet, which was engraved with all sorts of herbs and recipes, and these things that mortals had a headache to look at were pediatrics to her.

She unfolded and rolled up one by one, and the neat kneeling table was filled with medical notes in a short time, and these were deeply remembered in her head.

The memory of the Formation Pattern Masters is extraordinary, and their ability to remember and understand is almost to the point of nitpicking, so the number of Formation Pattern Masters is extremely rare and precious.

The gentleman's eyelids were slightly raised, he was used to this kind of thing.

Everyone likes highly gifted students, and he is no exception, but he never dares to approach this girl to help him preach and receive karma. Not only because of her identity as a formation pattern master, but also because of her genius brother, who is known to women and children, Wen Cheng.

Knock Knock ...... The door slammed.

The husband also stopped teaching, and the brother came to pick up the girl.

All the girls' eyes left the medical Jane and focused on Wen Cheng, he is the kind of boy who will like him at a glance, clean, as if troubles, trivial matters will not find him, but he is indeed calm, far more mature than his peers, and he also cares for his family enough, and he is so good that he can't bear to touch.

After many years, the child grew into a gentle teenager.

He nodded slightly apologetically, knowing that he had disturbed his lecture.

Looking around, the sunlight shines through the folded windows in this room of more than 20 people, he likes the taste of this early summer private school the most, maybe somewhere in his heart he also wants to put down the burden of the patriarch, and learn medical skills with children of his own age, carefree, and worry about the medical slips that his husband has to memorize.

When I met the eyes of these students, it was a kind of blind adoration, and I couldn't help but throb in my heart. He is also the same age as these children, but there is a gap that can never be crossed, how I wish he could be treated as a child of this age.

Wen Siruo blushed and followed him on the way home without saying a word, where there were few people on the path, and green moss crawled all over the walls.

"Brother......" A very small voice came from behind him, and he looked back slightly at Wen Siruo, who was a little hesitant.

He nodded slightly, and the girl's face showed a hint of surprise, and she hurriedly chased a few steps and hugged his arm.

Wen Siruo was very happy, and told Wen Cheng about the medical skills she had learned in the past few days, she knew that Wen Cheng liked it very much, but Wen Cheng was really not interested today.

"I'm getting married......" The sudden sentence made Wen Siruo stunned in place, and her brain went blank.

Wen Cheng's voice was a little tired, and his face showed helplessness that he shouldn't have at this age, and he continued with a wry smile: "It's from the Feng family, the same age as me. ”

"When?" Wen Siruo's hand clenched unconsciously, as her nails were vigorously clamped into the flesh.

"This time of the month......"

"Is it so urgent?"

"Hmmm......"

The two were speechless along the way.

After entering the Wen family, the Wen family at this time was even more decayed, and the huge mansion was not cleaned, after all, there was only Wen Siruo to deal with, and there was no time to take care of these miscellaneous matters, and the people under him had shrunk by half, making the Wen family, which was not very popular, even more deserted.

Wen Cheng could only sigh helplessly when he looked at Wen Siruo's lonely back, his marriage was already a certainty, and it was impossible to change.

He and Wen Siruo have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, but she is a descendant, and because of her identity, she can only help with the chores of her home, and she can't say a word about Wencheng's affairs.

Wen Cheng is now fourteen years old, and he also knows the affairs of various families, and this marriage was negotiated by the heads of various families.

The Feng family is the most powerful now, and the Wen family's affairs naturally fell on his family.

At that time, Wen Cheng had been bowing his head and not speaking, even if the family in the field was overwhelmed by this matter. The family values the purity of the bloodline, and they will not tolerate the Wen family's blood mark being defiled.

Wen Cheng was silent but his fist in his sleeve trembled, why...... Why do you all have to participate in my marriage, you ...... He had a voice roaring inside.

Finally, an old man with white sideburns called him, and he didn't need to look up to know that the kind voice was from the head of the Feng family.

Raising his head and looking at the old man with his already cloudy eyes, he didn't hear what the old man said, only knew that the old man was very happy, and his big rough hands kept caressing his head.

The patriarchs of various families came to congratulate him, and everyone was very happy, and they all praised him for being sensible and mature, and knowing how bitter he was for the sake of the Wen family.

His crest gave him a peculiar ability to see the ephemeral future.

He looked at the future after the rebellion, and saw the Feng family patriarch roaring angrily and questioning him: "Don't you know the situation of the Wen family? Do you know how noble the blood is? Can anyone be worthy of you? Is the girl in charge of chores in your family?"

Everyone looked at them with the eyes of a madman.

He thought of his dead father, and like these people, he had a mysterious paranoia about blood.

"I'm only fourteen ......"

"Don't forget who you are......"

Yes...... The patriarch of the Wen family should be a stallion, and he will start his mission at the age of being able to have children. Wen Cheng thought with a wry smile.

"I'll make the decision for you about the marriage, the Wen family doesn't have a pure-blood clan except you, so choose from my Feng family and your peers. ”

In his eyes, everyone was hateful, and everyone was forcing him.

In the future, he finally used the clan crest, defeated one against eight, and finally lost both.

Time flies, and soon it will be the day of Wencheng's wedding.

The Feng family made a generous move, almost single-handedly handled the marriage, and the wedding stickers were sent to various places, and the bride price, honor guards, and pomp were extravagant and luxurious, and everyone watched it.

Almost everyone was curious about this marriage, and it was the first time they had heard of the marriage between the nine major families, and they were discussing this marriage everywhere, and people were looking forward to the day when it came.

Feng family, inner house

"Miss......"

A young man turned his head, he was a delicate fox face, at first glance it was very stunning, dressed in white and carrying a black sword, his hair was tied behind his head with a red rope, and he was heroic.

"I saw Wencheng today. He came to the maid and hugged her excitedly, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Congratulations, young lady......" The maid was shaken by her speech. "So did you catch up today?"

"No......" Feng Ling smiled shyly.

The maid shook her head, she knew that her young lady didn't have that guts.

Feng Ling's face was flushed, and she learned word by word how Wen Cheng passed by, her eyes were tender like water, her skin was like cream, and the Wen Cheng in her eyes was perfect and greasy.

She is the most qualified of the same age in the Feng family, and the patriarch is her grandfather, which can be said to be a collection of family love and oneness, and she grew up in the favor of the clan.

Marriage is far away for her, and in her impression, she will marry an old man of her clan in the future, in order to protect the nobility of the family's blood, so she has no illusions about her future husband.

But...... Everything happens by chance, just when she has already accepted her fate......

One day, grandpa came home and told her that your marriage has been engaged, and you are the patriarch of the Wen family.

A little surprised, she is from her own family, she shouldn't marry any foreigner, even if the other party is the patriarch, the resistance in her heart is overshadowed.

Even if you marry an old man, why should you marry an old man of a foreign race.

She had the impression that the patriarchs should be the same age as her grandfather.

When I returned to the room, I finally couldn't stop my tears. This frightened the maids who served around him, and hurriedly asked the reason for the matter.

"I'm getting married, that person is an old man, I don't want to ......" She lay on her stomach in the quilt, holding the quilt and rolling on the bed.

In the eyes of these maids, this master seems to be coquettish, wanting to laugh but can't. They stepped forward to comfort her, and all kinds of kind words were used, but they still couldn't stop her crying.

"That'...... Who is that old man?" asked a maid.

"Yes...... He is the patriarch of the Wen family. She stopped crying and pouted.

The maids' eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a hint of jealousy in the eyes that looked at her.

"Miss, what ...... That's the head of the Wen family!" The maid's voice trembled with excitement.

"So what, I don't want to ......," she puffed her head to the side.

"Don't you know how many people envy you, he ...... He... You've found a treasure this time. ”

Feng Ling looked at the maids who were excited and shrouded in, her curiosity was aroused, and she asked with a little doubt, "Is he famous?"

"Don't be famous...... the maid talked about Wencheng's emotions, and gave her a taste of Wencheng's style.

He ...... He... At the age of eight, he was already the head of the Wen family......"

"Very delicate......

"Qingxiu...... Wrong...... It's just pretty anyway. ”

"His formation technique can be on par with our patriarch. ”

"He seems to know how to heal..."

"I've heard of it too..."

......

Feng Ling looked at the portrait of Wencheng at the instigation of these maids.

A mistake at first sight is lifelong.

Since then, she has been in love with the boy in the portrait, and she is proud to have this excellent husband.

She has been grinding hard with her grandfather, hoping to see each other.

When Wencheng really came to Feng's house, she didn't dare to see him, and secretly peeked at Wencheng behind the door.

Looking at the real existence of the young man in the portrait, there was a hint of happiness in my heart.

She piled up with the maids, watching the teenager sipping tea inside commit nymphomaniac.

"If only I could marry him, what more could I ask for. The maid sighed.

He ...... He is my husband......" Feng Ling said proudly.

The days of anticipation have arrived, and the world is watching the couple.

Feng Ling woke up very early, it should be said that she didn't sleep at night, and when it came to this day, she was scared, she couldn't say what she was afraid of, but when she put on the blood-colored Luo skirt wedding dress, all fear was replaced by happiness.

Today she is the most beautiful time, and even his brothers, who usually don't like to praise him, praise her beauty.

She looked at herself carefully in the mirror, and she loved it very much. On her face, because of the makeup, she couldn't tell that her cheeks were already red.

She kept repeating in her mind that she was going to share a bed with the person she liked tonight, a little cramped, wondering if she was going to kiss her when he lifted her hijab, and she hummed happily when she thought of it.

But, who would have thought that Wencheng disappeared on this day and never came back.

The groom ran away, leaving behind the shattered Wen family and the disgraced Feng family.