Five years later, on December 1, 1019, the Ancestral Calendar.

Today is a special day, and the entire Mason Stein family is buzzing with excitement because of this special day.

It was nearly noon. The heads of the family led their clansmen to the top of the castle, and the people in the family were divided into several factions except for the core system such as the priest's hall and the punishment hall, and each faction had a main master, the priest's hall was in charge of each family head, and the patriarch was in charge of the priest's hall.

The crowd of people who were slowly walking forward were talking at this time.

"Who in this group of children do you think this year can awaken a powerful ancestor?"

"I can't guess, last year, that kid from Horton was recognized by everyone as a strong man, and in the end, he was just recognized by a fool. ”

"Shhh, don't talk about it, look at Mr. Gully's face, it's as black as coal, he was furious because his son awakened the foolish spirit, and Horton almost didn't let him die!"

"In my opinion, among these people this year, Dirk and Watson are more interesting. Another childish voice interjected into the topic.

"I agree with this, do you remember the scene when the two of them were in a combat skills class two years ago?"

"Who can forget, obediently, the two of them have been fighting for thirty rounds, and they have never seen Watson targeted like this. ”

"Ahem!" a loud cough interrupted their conversation, and the three of them lowered their heads and quickened their steps towards the top of the castle when they saw that the source of the voice was the previously mentioned Mr. Gully.

Gu Li looked at the three departing people, snorted coldly, and followed the crowd to continue walking towards the top floor.

At the end of the road they are on is a five-meter-high gate that only opens on this day of the year. The interior of the gate is a large hall that is almost in the style of a church.

Although there are no ornate decorations in the main hall, it gives people a solemn and sacred feeling. The huge oval dome completely encloses the entire hall, and the splendid frescoes on the dome come to life.

Rows of benches lined up on both sides of the red carpet in the main hall were placed, and at the end of the red carpet was a huge stone monument engraved with the names of all the ancestors of the Mason family.

Underneath the stele is a golden circular stone platform large enough for an adult to lie on it.

This is the most sacred place of the Mason Stein family, the Temple of Spirits.

"Cousin Dirk, hopefully you can get a good result today. A smiling Watson whispered to Dirk as he passed by.

"I gave Horton a copy of the Fool's Reemployment Handbook that I had written, and you can borrow it when you have time. I replied to him angrily.

In the past five years, the two of us have been in contact with each other. Sometimes I win, sometimes he loses, and the original pride of heaven can be said to have suffered a lot of grievances in the past few years.

I also expected that he would let out a few tasteless farts when he passed me.

"Dirk!" a stern voice sounded beside me.

This man's face is seven or eight points similar to mine, but the curves and corners of his face are more vivid than mine, in other words, fiercer than me, this man is my father Jerry Masenstein in this world.

"I know~~I know~~~" I didn't dare to do anything to destroy the harmony of the family in front of him, don't ask me why, I was 7 years old that year, and I was almost reincarnated again.

Turning his head to Watson, he squeezed out a very ugly smile: "I also hope you can get a good result today." ”

After speaking, he didn't look at Watson, just closed his eyes and began to sleep.

Watson glanced at me, bowed to my father, and walked toward his place, next to him, who was also his father, Yaw Meisenstein.

"Watson, how's the preparation?" asked Yawu in a low voice, lowering his head.

"Father, don't worry, today I will definitely let them look at my Watson and make them unprovoked!" Watson raised his head slightly, his eyes full of pride.

Yawu nodded slightly, and a smile was on his face.

About another twenty minutes passed, and the crowd entering the iron gate gradually decreased, and the entire hall was almost full.

"Knock~~~~. ”

A heavy bell pulled everyone's thoughts back together, as if to tell everyone that the ceremony was about to begin.

In the front row, an old man slowly got up and turned to the crowd and said, "I am Clive Masonstein, the third priest, and I will preside over this ceremony today." ”

"Take the blood of our clan as a sacrifice and evoke the spirit of the ancestors who sleep in the ancestral spirit tablet!"

At this time, I also changed my casual sitting posture, sat up straight and looked at the large ancestral monument not far away.

"The first, Ron Masonstein. ”

From the fifth row of seats, a sturdy figure appeared in everyone's field of vision. Generally, a ten-year-old child is between 1.3 and 1.4 meters tall. Watson and I are relatively well developed, both of us are about 1.5 meters tall.

And this teenager named Langer has reached a height of about one meter eight, and his body is as strong as an adult, and even some thin middle-aged people are not as tall as him.

He and I are not from the same family faction, he lives far away in the manor, and he usually does not study together, so he doesn't have much chance to meet him, and I have always wanted to ask him what makes him so anxious.

In a few big strides, Lang Er walked to the round stone platform in front of the ancestral monument, knelt on the ground with his legs bent, stretched his hands straight forward, and buried his head deep between his arms.

"Ancestors, please accept my blood and give me the spirit of my ancestors. As he spoke, he stood up, slid his palm through it, and smeared his own blood on the blank space of the Ancestral Monument.

When the red blood came into contact with the gray-white spirit stele, the red color instantly seeped into the stone stele, and at the same time, the milky white light was released on the scarlet stele.

The light enveloped the entire stone platform, and Lang'er's body trembled slightly.

Immediately afterward, a faint mist rose around the stone platform, and countless phantoms surrounded his body. As the practice went on, the shadow became more and more solid, and it surrounded his head.

Some roared, some sneered, some whispered, and some stretched out their hands to reach the person praying but could not reach them. All kinds of phantoms swirled around, and gradually he disappeared and flew away, and finally was absorbed by the stone tablet, and finally left one to stop in front of him.

Everyone present held their breath and watched intently at the change of the white phantom.

The whole process was only about five minutes, and the white phantom shadow went through the continuous overlap and separation with Lang'er's body, and in the overlapping process, a figure was completely formed behind the left, which was an old man with white hair and a slightly hollow eye.

He floated silently behind Langer, and above Langer's head there was an illusory six-pointed star twinkling.

"Low-level war spirit, so-so. He pursed his lips and complained disdainfully.

"Isn't it a war spirit? I guess we don't have a few Heavenly Spirit Whisperers in the entire Norstan City. A teenager sitting next to me said.

"To be a man, you have to have a dream, otherwise what's the difference between it and a salted fish? Tianling is a fart who will look at this young master, my Holy Spirit starts, and the gods ascend to the top to let you see my protagonist's aura!"

"Bah, the Holy Spirit, the Spirit. There have been no gods in the Spirit Continent for a hundred years, so you can blow it. The boy scoffed.

"Look carefully and talk less. Father's stern voice rang out again.

The human form behind Lang Er no longer changed, and after the light on the Ancestral Spirit Tablet completely dissipated, the Third Priest said in a loud voice: "Congratulations to Lang Er for being recognized by the War Spirit, thanks to the family, we have added another Spirit Whisperer." ”

After speaking, the three priests said that they would first give applause, and the family members present also applauded.

I sat under my father's stern gaze and slapped a few times weakly.

"Next, Watson Masonstein. ”

Hearing the name, I sat up slightly straighter. In fact, the original meaning was to see how this guy made a fool of himself, and by the way, to see what kind of strength the future opponent was. But it seems that he misunderstood.

Watson got up, walked slowly in the direction of the Ancestral Monument, and said in a voice that only the two of us could hear as he passed me, "I hope your smile will still be bright after today." ”

"The last time Horton went up there was more wonderful than you. I replied nonchalantly.