A few people walked through the dense forest, flashed into a stone gate, gently sloped down, turned a corner, a stream flowed along the road, next to the stream is a not too wide lane, Yu Po held Tian Xiang and walked forward along the lane. In the alleyway, there are one or two clansmen standing every 20 meters, holding torches, and everywhere Yu Po goes, there are people who greet them, and even some people touch Tian Xiang's head. A small clan of less than 200 people had such a pomp, which surprised Tian Xiang a lot.

About six or seven hundred meters, the entrance of the cave is suddenly spacious, and torches are inserted around it, which brightens the inside of the cave. The cave was full of people, and when Yu Po came in with Tian Xiang in her arms, someone began to whisper. The crowd split a passage and let Yu Po walk over with Tian Xiang in her arms. There was an old man sitting in front of him, Tian Nongwu and the patriarch Tian Nongxing standing on both sides. The old man who sat there had white hair, his face was wrinkled, his back was bent, and he was still shaking as he sat there. Tian Xiang couldn't help but take a few more looks. Another clan elder, this old one is enough.

"The doll is handsome, send it to me to see. The old man stretched out his hand and said tremblingly.

Yu Po agreed, stepped forward and handed Tian Xiang over.

The old man raised his two trembling arms and carefully took them, put them in his arms, and squinted at them. The mouth kept chattering, but Tian Xiang didn't hear a word clearly, and stared at the old man's wrinkled face with a small face.

"The bones are strange, I don't know which family is lost. Tian Xiang heard the old man's muttering clearly, but he didn't know how to answer, so he had to turn his head to look at Tian Nongwu.

"Approaching the period of tribute, all ethnic groups have robbed openly and secretly, and many have been lost. I have asked many people to inquire that this son is not from the surrounding tribes. And he is young, and if he introduces our clan and cultivates more, he may be a good seedling. Patriarch Tian Nongxing replied on the side.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight boo from the corner. The old man slowly turned his head to look at the corner, "Some people in the clan are unhappy." ”

"Ancestor, there are so many descendants in the clan, why do you look at outsiders differently? Besides, a few years ago, they also attracted people into the clan, but what happened later? Some of them are inexplicably scattered, and some are still paralyzed in the ancient kiln. A short and fat woman in the corner said disdainfully.

Tian Xiang was shocked, damn it, there are dangers everywhere, and you need to be cautious when joining the clan. At this moment, he felt a little deceived by someone, and he really couldn't guard against it, and he accidentally caught the road.

The old man stared at the short and fat woman, "Go through the dangerous road, establish the clan." If you don't have to, you can't take this risk. Which descendant of the clan can come to the ancestral altar to copy the inscription?"

The entire mansion suddenly fell silent, and all eyes were poured on the old man. Tian Xiang looked at the crowd, then at the old man, and asked timidly, "Can I not join the clan?"

The old man lowered his eyebrows and smiled, and shook his head gently, "Once you enter the secret land, you will either be a clansman or a dead corpse!"

Tian Xiang secretly took a breath of cool air, the words of blackmailing people were so easy and natural, this old guy had already done bad things. Once you get on the thief ship, you will either be scattered or paralyzed and crippled, and you will feel afraid of people when you think about it. But this old man is indomitable, and if he doesn't join the clan, he will die, and he is too tricky. Tian Xiang had the urge to scold, but he opened his mouth and swallowed back the greeting of his ancestors. He looked at Tian Nongwu and scolded secretly: The old guy is hateful, he looks like a bad guy, I still treat him as a good person, I'm really blind.

At this time, Tian Nongwu also happened to look at it, grinning, and Tian Xiang glanced at him. But Tian Nongwu didn't care, turned his head and nodded to the patriarch, stood up, and said in a loud voice: "It is my will to bring this son into the clan, and I will bear the credit in the future, please forgive me." After speaking, he turned around and arched his hand at the old man and the patriarch, "Please open the altar for the ancestor and the patriarch." ”

The old man nodded and looked at Tian Xiang kindly, "Are you willing?"

"Is it okay if you don't want to?" Tian Xiang asked rhetorically with a glare.

"What do you say?" the old man said, and suddenly a strong force surged into Tian Xiang's abdomen, and that power swam between his bloodlines, gradually dispersed, and slowly gathered, back and forth several times, and finally injected into the dantian, returning to calm. Tian Xiang suddenly felt extremely sleepy and his brain was also groggy. He opened his mouth and scolded: "you......" Before he finished scolding, he fell asleep.

"Open the altar!" The patriarch got up and looked at Tian Xiang who was sleeping in the old man's arms, feeling funny. This doll actually cursed, what he had always wanted to do but didn't dare to do, but he came as soon as he opened his mouth, it was really bold.

A group of people bypassed a few hidden sharp bends, passed through a muddy wetland, and arrived at a tall cave, four huge pillars held up the sky, and more than a dozen vivid stone statues lined up in two rows or sitting or standing in front of them, the wind was swishing, and the eyes were cold.

The ceremony of joining the clan is extremely complicated, burning incense to worship ancestors, dripping blood and melting relatives, and even putting Tian Xiang on the case covered with yellow paper, sake, and bathing in the body, which is tossed for more than an hour. However, Tian Xiang knew nothing about all this.

Of course, the old man wouldn't let him know. It's been many years, and I haven't seen a baby who is three or four years old with a mouth full of feces, and if I really want him to scold him, there will be no place for his old face. Look back at how I cleaned you up. After the whole ceremony, the old man pondered this sentence.

For Tian Xiang, it is not unconscious. Faintly, a vague figure gradually approached, but it was a little ethereal in front of him. The figure approached, as if to touch his spirit. Tian Xiang didn't know why he felt this way, and it was still very strong. He tried desperately to dodge, twisting his body, but the big hand still came slowly, pressing on his head, no, it should be his soul.

"Where does life come from, and where does death go?" a wisp of divine thought was injected into his mind, first like a stream, flowing shallowly, and then like a terrifying wave, turbulent and undulating. Tian Xiang had a feeling of being scattered.

Suddenly, a rune flickered between the divine souls, wrapped in that divine thought, and disappeared into nothingness. The figure was stunned for a moment, and let go of the giant hand. "Holy Talisman?" the figure muttered a few steps back.

Tian Xiang was suddenly let go by him, his mind calmed for a moment, and he raised his eyes to look at the figure, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

The figure seemed to be in deep thought, and it seemed that it had not heard his question at all, and had not heard back for a long time. Just when Tian Xiang was about to retreat again, another divine thought came: "Keep your memories and join the clan, just call Tian Nongxiang!" The figure dissipated instantly.

Tian Xiang hurriedly looked around, but there was no trace, and hurriedly shouted: "Senior, senior......"

At this time, the initiation ceremony is underway. Seeing Tian Xiang's body moving slightly, the old man hurriedly stretched out his hand and injected a divine power into him to stabilize his body. He said, "Let's go back to sleep, so as not to get up and spray feces." But in my heart, I was thinking: maybe I can't remember the past at this time.