Yuan Ao didn't know how he went back that night, and there was no end to the wine with the old Lian clan, and the two of them took a sip and I drank happily.

And in order to maintain this dizzy feeling, the two also deliberately controlled the dissolution of alcohol by qi and blood in their bodies, so that they could immerse themselves in alcohol like an ordinary person.

Although Yuan Ao is not the first time to drink, this time he was really put down, aside from cultivation, he is only a 15-year-old boy after all.

The next day, when Yuan Ao stood in front of Professor Fang's courtyard, his head was still dizzy, and he worked hard for a long time before he forced the alcohol out of his body.

The clothes smelled a little bad now, but he didn't think anything was wrong after a night of drinking.

"Little Yuanzi, did you sleep in the wine vat last night? Before you are an adult, you dare to drink heavily, and when you smell the wine on your body, you can get drunk with an elephant. Ouyang Yafu opened the gate and hurriedly covered her nose and said, this smell is too big.

Thinking that she was going to worship the real Emperor Yan today, she was so excited that she didn't sleep all night, but she didn't expect to open the door early in the morning and see Yuan Ao's drunken appearance.

Yuan Ao's face turned red, and he was speechless in embarrassment.

"Accompanied your old brother to drink last night, hurry up and change your clothes, and you're about to go," a crisp voice came from behind him, it turned out that Jiang Yi brought breakfast to the professor and relieved him in time.

Yuan Ao immediately flashed after answering, and after a while, he came back refreshed.

I don't know what Jiang Yi and Ouyang Yafu said, this time she didn't make fun of Yuan Ao's embarrassment just now, she just urged everyone to hurry up.

"Is Emperor Yan's mausoleum far away from here?" Whether as an archaeologist or a descendant of Yan Huang, Ouyang Yafu's mood today was very excited.

"It's right out of the fort, it's close," Yuan Ao replied quickly and with some flattery, he also hoped that Ouyang Yafu wouldn't tell Professor Fang about this, he was most afraid of the old man's nagging.

After exiting from the other side of the Flame Castle, a wide and flat rocky avenue appeared in front of everyone, nearly a hundred meters wide, all made of hard granite.

On the left and right sides of the avenue stood many strange sculptures, with hideous and terrifying faces, and they all had a common feature of kneeling.

No matter how many legs they have, they give the impression that they are facing forward, that is, kneeling straight against the Flame Castle.

"What are these things, and how are they carved like this," the monkey ran to a sculpture that looked like an octopus, and looked at it carefully for a long time before asking, "It doesn't look like a modern creature, but it looks like an ancient creature?"

Jiang Yi didn't stop, and explained as he walked, "These are Chiyou's 81 brothers, they became like this after being transformed by the Thousand Phantom Star People, and they didn't return to their human form when they died.

At that time, Chi You had his last words before his death, asking to kneel in front of his father's tomb with his brothers in this image and confess. ”

On the way, I met a lot of Yan people who rushed to the Mausoleum of Emperor Yan, and they were all the same as Jiang Yi, wearing the traditional clothes of the Yan people, which had a very ancient charm. A few of the more devout ones actually kowtowed step by step.

The hill on which the castle is located is connected to the high mountain behind it, almost a kilometer apart, and this wide avenue is the road to the back mountain.

At the end of the road, there was an incomparably huge square, the size of the entire Yanbao.

There are many stone pillars around the square, which are carved with various symbols, and the ground is also carved with various patterns, and the whole square looks ancient and full of mystery.

In the middle of the square, there is a huge Kyokan in front of everyone, it is made of 199 slayers' heads, the skull inside is grinning, the shape is strange, and it looks terrifying.

In front of the Jingguan near the back mountain, about 100 meters away, a bagua-shaped altar tens of meters high was built, which was closely connected with the back mountain.

The top of the altar is more than 300 square meters large, in the middle is a bronze three-legged round-bellied giant tripod, at this time the tripod is dyed with raging fire, the flame is more than ten meters high, the strange thing is that the color of this fire is completely blood red.

The old Gao Guanhua of the Yi nationality stood in the middle of the altar, holding the same old man, and on either side of her stood four thick and broad-shouldered wrestlers, holding a bright giant axe to protect the altar.

"Little Yuanzi, how long will the sacrifice last?" asked the monkey as he poked Yuan Ao.

At this time, the sky was completely bright, and there were people standing under the altar, and everyone looked up at the Yi clan in silence.

Seeing that Yuan Ao didn't react, the monkey put his arm on Yuan Ao's shoulder again and asked, "Is the Yi clan always your family?" I think everything seems to be presided over by her in the past few days.

Also, is it that as long as you cultivate to reach the peak realm, you will automatically become a clan elder.

Oh no, no, no, Boss Zhong's strength has reached the peak stage, and I haven't heard you call him clan elder. ”

"It's coming, it's coming," Yuan Ao's mind was not on today's sacrifice at all, he was still thinking about what the Lian clan elder said to him yesterday.

After coming to the Yan Clan for so many years, he had already regarded this place as his home, and his family was trapped, and he racked his brains to think about how to help them.

"From the beginning of the hour, everyone will wait for a while," Seeing Yuan Ao's absent-minded appearance, Jiang Yi thought that he had not fully woken up, "There have always been only three clan elders in our clan, Lian Shanyi, and they each perform their own duties.

The old man of the Lian clan inherits the Shennong medical skills of the ancestral god and is the chief doctor; the old man of the mountain clan inherits the spirit of the god of war of Chiyou, who is the chief of the war; the old inheritor of the Yi clan is "Lianshan Yi", and the chief is counted, so she manages the daily life of the whole clan. ”

""Lianshan Yi"? is the first of the three changes, "Lianshan Yi"?" Professor Fang was originally looking at the altar intently, but he didn't care what they were talking about, but when he heard the three words Lianshan Yi, his spirit suddenly came up.

"I should have thought of it, the three clans are one Yi, one Lian, and one Mountain, I thought it was a coincidence of their names, but I didn't expect "Lianshan Yi" to really be here with you. ”

"Yes, "Lianshan Yi" is one of the main contributions of the ancestral gods," Jiang Yi said proudly, "The ancestral gods invented agricultural tools, musical instruments, bows and arrows, tasted the herbs and wrote the "Shennong Baicao Sutra", and made the "Lianshan Yi", which is the pride that our descendants will always look up to." ”

When the surrounding Yan people heard Jiang Yi talk about the exploits of the Shennong clan, they all had an expression of honor, that was their true ancestor.

Professor Fang and others had even greater reverence for Emperor Yan, especially Professor Fang and Xu Yan, who were even more excited, that was the legendary "Lianshan Yi", the source of the Book of Changes.

"I don't know ......"

Before Professor Fang's words could be finished, a deafening loud noise came from the altar, attracting everyone's attention, and the sacrifice finally began.

I saw that the old Yi people were walking around the giant ding, and the movements were getting faster and faster, holding a pinch in his hand and dancing a primitive dance, and the eight wrestlers around him also began to dance at the same time, and a sound explosion sounded with their dance.

"What is the old Yi reciting?" the monkey's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the old Yi was jumping at the same time, and his mouth was also chanting words.

"That's a sacrificial word, it is said to have been handed down from the Nuwa period," Jiang Yi replied, "to communicate with the underworld and find the spirits of the ancestors." ”

As the dance movements on the altar became more and more intense, I saw that the flames burning in the giant tripod were getting higher and higher, as if they were going straight to the sky, and the Yi clan elder and the eight wrestlers showed the phantom of the bull's head behind them, and it became clearer and clearer.

"That's the reason why Emperor Yan was falsely rumored to be a bull-headed human body back then," Ouyang Yafu said with a smile, "It's amazing, I didn't expect the ancient dance to have this effect." ”

"Dancing is spiritual, that's what I'm talking about," Jiang Yi nodded.

Suddenly, as the Yi veteran pointed forward, the flame turned into a giant dragon and flew towards Jingguan, and quickly swam around Jingguan, and finally the flame wrapped the entire Jingguan like a red dragon, and a black smoke went straight to the sky, and Jingguan burned.

The movements of the dance on the altar seem to reach a climax with the fire of Kyokan, and then gradually slow down, and finally end when Kyokan is completely burned to a puddle of white ash.

"Professor Fang, please come with me, Elder Yi asked me to lead you to worship the ancestral gods," After all this calmed down, all the Yan people still didn't move around the altar, but Jiang Yi beckoned Professor Fang to let them go with her.

"Sacrifice, wasn't it just now?" Professor Fang said a little strangely, the process of this sacrifice opened his eyes, and he felt like he had returned to ancient times, with the ancestors.

"The ancestors of our entire Yan tribe were sacrificed before, but we are the descendants of the Shennong clan, and we also need to sacrifice to the ancestral gods. ”

Jiang Yi led them to the altar and explained all the way, "We Yan people are generally born, out of the mountain, and married before they come to worship the ancestral gods, and it is rare for you to come once, so the three clan elders agreed that you should also go to worship after discussion." ”

As they spoke, everyone had already come to the steps of the altar, and there were one hundred and eight steps in the entire altar, and when they went to the altar, they found that the part connected to the altar and the mountain actually opened a door.

After walking in, there is a spacious corridor, with oil lamps hanging high on both sides, the lights are bright but there is no oil and gas, and there are bursts of fragrance in the corridor, and I don't know what is burning inside.

The corridor is long, sloping upwards, making it difficult to identify the material from which it was made, and it is dark in color and metallic to the touch.

Everyone walked for a full hour under Jiang Yi's guidance before entering a spacious space that looked like a room.

In the middle of the house hung a kind old man, I saw him sitting in the void with his eyes closed and his knees crossed, silent, looking exactly like the portrait in the Hall of Flame Souls.

It turned out that this was the tomb of Emperor Yan Shennong, and in front of him was the remains of Emperor Yan.

The three clan elders of Yi, Lian, and Shan had already stood side by side, each holding a wine bottle in their hands and respectfully facing Emperor Yan.

Jiang Yi motioned for them not to make a sound, only to see the three clan elders pour out the wine bottle in their hands in turn, only to see three dark golden liquids flowing out of the wine bottle, but did not flow on the ground, but swam towards Emperor Yan like a living thing, and after getting close to Emperor Yan, it turned into golden mist and slowly disappeared on Emperor Yan's body.

Subsequently, after the three clan elders bowed three times and bowed nine times, they retreated to the side of Professor Fang and the others.

"If you want to worship, go up and take a bow!"

Professor Fang and the others were still immersed in the shock that completely violated the physical conventions just now, and the voice of the elder Yi clan sounded in their ears.

"The ancestral god doesn't like red tape, so our worship to him is also extremely simple, according to his orders, a cup of enemy blood is enough, you can do as you like!"

"Emperor Yan, is he still alive?" Ouyang Yafu couldn't help but ask.

Emperor Yan hung in the air, his face was ruddy, and his expression was comfortable, as if he was asleep, and he didn't look like a person who had been dead for thousands of years.

Yi Clan Lao smiled and shook his head, Professor Fang pulled Ouyang by his hand and motioned for her to come forward and salute.

After everyone stepped forward, they all trembled with Professor Fang and made three bows and nine bows.

What is in front of him is the real ancestor of the descendants of Yan and Huang, who has been saying that he is the descendant of Yan and Huang, and who can not be excited when he really faces the ancestors who have been fascinated for a long time.

Everyone fell to the ground and burst into tears, they didn't get up for a long time, the fat man was still hesitating, but after looking up at Emperor Yan, he inexplicably felt a sense of awe in his heart, and he was so frightened that he quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

Affection, affection.

Born out of nowhere, born out of nowhere.

This is our ancestor.