"Ancestor, tell me quickly, what happened later?"

"That's right, Ancestor, you didn't sell it!"

Under the ancient tree, a group of young men and girls surrounded a young man who was sitting next to a chessboard, who did not look very old, but his eyes were calm.

"Later, later, of course, it was your ancestors who won on behalf of the righteous side, otherwise how could I sit here and tell you stories."

The young man laughed and spat out something that made the men and women present complain.

Thanks to them listening so carefully, in the end, the ancestor actually finished the story so hastily, which is really boring.

Sure enough, as the senior brothers and sisters in the family who have been to the mountains said, the ancestors just love to play tricks on people, and let these juniors surnamed Wang enter the mountains every year, just to relieve boredom-

"Okay, when the time comes, you should go back, otherwise, your senior brother should be in a hurry."

The young man looked at the sun and waved at the frustrated group of young people to leave the mountain.

The young juniors looked at the sun speechlessly, it was obviously so early. But the ancestors had already said this, and they didn't dare to make another attempt, so they lowered their bodies and retreated respectfully.

"Yes, goodbye, Ancestor."

"Yes, Ancestor, we're leaving."

……

Wang Zhe looked at the descendants who were walking away one after another, and the whole talent seemed to have no strength, leaning on the big tree, closing his eyes as if he could see through everything in the world, raising his lips, and laughing silently.

Finally, the time has come-

"Ahh

At the same time, at the bottom of the mountain, among the young men and women just now, a girl suddenly covered her head and rolled on the ground in pain, looking at the companions and the Wang family who came to meet them.

"Wang Xin'er, what's wrong with you?"

"Wang Xin'er, don't move anymore, or the master won't be able to check your pulse!"

"Master, Ancestor, he, he's gone—"

In the end, when Wang Xin'er's master was about to knock the apprentice unconscious by force and check her situation again, she didn't expect Wang Xin'er to suddenly stop screaming in pain, sit up on the ground, and look at the people who were worried about her with painful eyes.

"You, what did you say?"

"Master, old ancestor, he's gone, woo-" As she spoke, Wang Xin'er hugged her head and cried.

Wang Xin'er, the next heir who was selected by the thirty-fifth generation of the head of the Wang family, was on the mountain just now, and Wang Zhe passed on all his four hundred and fifty-six years of cultivation to her.

After Wang Xin'er went down the mountain, her memory of being sealed on the mountain was opened, so at this time, with a hundred years of cultivation, she immediately understood what happened to her, as well as the fact that her ancestor Wang Zhe had passed away.

The ancestor who had dedicated himself to the Wang family for a hundred years, and was as powerful as the first generation of ancestors, Wang Luo, also passed away after more than two hundred years......

At the foot of the mountain where the two ancestors of the Wang family lived in seclusion, a group of men and women cried sadly, and they didn't notice at all that at the moment when the enchantment weakened, a black figure jumped in, and then jumped out again, and there was an extra black shadow in his hand.

When Wang Xin'er was able to use her strength to enter the mountains again, she found that the old ancestor who always sat under the tree was gone, and it was normal for her to think that the deceased old ancestor would disappear without a trace.

It wasn't until a hundred years later, when Wang Xin'er was about to die, that she realized that her body would be left behind.

So, where did the body of the second generation of the old ancestor, Wang Zhe, go a hundred years ago?