Today, the Chengren Ceremony that the entire Spirit Clan had been preparing for three days had finally arrived. The entire Spirit Race was immersed in a sense of pleasure, and only a few people were faintly aware of the undercurrent hidden beneath the apparent calm.

Lingkun is one of these few.

When he returned to the room separately from Ling'er last night, Lingkun couldn't sleep, thinking about all kinds of strange things in Bai Yue, which seemed to be faintly connected. So he was more and more worried, and he had insomnia.

So, not long after dawn, he went to look for Lingcong and his dearest brother, but he didn't see him. He was told that Ling Cong had been in the ancestral hall early in the morning and would not come out until the ceremony officially began.

This is the tradition of the Spirit Race, a tradition that has been passed down.

Lingkun ran to the outside of the ancestral hall and found that the gate was closed, and there were several guards outside. So, he had to give up and give up talking to his brother about his worries.

The gate of the ancestral hall was closed, and one side of the door locked the elder brother, and the other side blocked the younger brother, separating the two very close brothers.

So he came to the humble hut, where his father, the tallest man, lived.

He knocked on the door and waited nervously.

A knock was heard at the door, and a calm voice came from inside: "Come in." The voice was as calm and steady as ever. Hearing his father's peaceful voice, Lingkun's worried heart also calmed down. As long as his father is always there, he doesn't need to worry about anything, even if the sky falls, everything is carried by his father, he thought.

Slowly pushing the door in, Lingkun saw his father sitting on a wooden chair. Looking at his father's still indifferent, calm face, Lingkun couldn't help but feel relieved. It's just that Lingkun feels that his father seems to be more ...... than yesterday It's a lot older.

Shaking off his somewhat drowsy brain because of yesterday's insomnia, Lingkun blamed this feeling on his own dazzled eyes and his heart that he thought he had become sensitive due to worry.

Seeing Lingkun coming, the Spirit Lord seemed a little surprised, and asked softly, "Kun'er, is there something wrong with you coming?" The tone was gentle, and it was no longer as serious as before. Of course, since the previous seriousness was pretended to make Lingkun stronger, then now this seriousness is naturally unnecessary for Lingkun, who knows everything.

Lingkun heard this kind of voice that was not as serious as before, although he felt very warm, but he was used to it before, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. After sorting out the language, Lingkun pondered for a while, and finally did not ask the doubts in his heart directly, and said slowly: "Father, the child feels a little distracted these days. He believed that with his father's intelligence, he would not fail to hear the concern hidden in his words.

When the Spirit Lord heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes, as if he was a little surprised by Lingkun's keen insight. However, after a long time, he returned to calm, did not answer Lingkun's doubts positively, and said in a calm voice: "Sometimes, what should come will always come, so the extra worries seem useless, only to wait calmly." Do you understand what I mean?"

When Lingkun heard this, his body shook, and he understood the deep meaning of his father's words: I don't know, so I can't deal with it. So if you don't know, you don't have to worry about it.

Although the doubts are not solved, the heart is also calm.

Lingkun saluted his father and exited his father's wooden house. He just has to wait now, until everything comes, or, everything will not come.

Lingkun returned to his room, and he waited.

The sky seemed a little dark, and although it didn't rain, it seemed very dull and overwhelming.

Looking at the sky, Lingkun knew that the time for the ceremony had already arrived, but there was still no movement in the clan, and it seemed a little quiet, so quiet that it made him feel cold.

He knew that his worries these days had become a reality, but he didn't know what was coming. But thinking of what his father said, Lingkun calmly waited for his surname to see what was coming.

A knock on the door interrupted Lingkun's thoughts, and a slightly respectful voice came from outside the door: "Second Young Master, the patriarch invites you to go to the main hall." ”

Lingkun's loose hand tightened, and he knew that he had finally waited for this moment, and after tidying up his clothes slightly, Lingkun took steps and calmly followed the messenger to the main hall, not arrogant or impatient.

Walking into the main hall, Lingkun saw his father sitting on the high-end floor, his father's face was still calm, without the slightest wave. The elder brother Lingcong stood beside his father's chair, still with a serious face. The spirit lord sat in the center, and there were two people sitting below, and there was a man on the left who was somewhat similar to his father between his eyebrows, naturally the younger brother of the spirit lord, and Lingkun's second uncle. At the head of the right sat an old man with gray hair, who seemed to be very sleepy, wearing a shabby cotton jacket, holding his head, and looking sleepy. This is the great elder of the clan. The entire vast main hall was filled with only these three people, the tallest of the three spirit races.

The atmosphere in the main hall was a little strange, and the three of them didn't speak, just sat quietly. Although Lingkun was a little surprised, he didn't have time to think about it, stepped forward and saluted the three of them in turn, and shouted one by one: "Father, second uncle, grandfather." ”

Seeing the arrival of Lingkun, the Spirit Lord's face, which had always been calm, finally changed a little, his brows furrowed, and he asked, "Why are you here?"

Hearing the spirit master's question, Lingkun was very surprised, and was surprised by the guard's message, and was about to reply, when he saw the second uncle, who had been silent, open his mouth and said, "I called him here." ”

When the spirit lord heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he waved his hand to signal Lingkun to stand next to him, and then looked directly at Lingkun's second uncle, and asked word by word: "Why?" There seemed to be a slight anger in the tone that Lingkun had never felt. With the spirit lord's questioning, the spirit lord's body suddenly rose with a terrifying coercion, and the spirit lord at this time finally stopped looking like an ordinary and peaceful man, he was the patriarch of the spirit clan, the one who stood tallest!

Feeling this coercion, while being frightened by the terrifying strength of the Spirit Lord, Second Uncle Lingkun knew that his peaceful brother was finally really angry. Second Uncle Lingkun got up, bowed to the Spirit Lord and said, "Brother, I know what you want to do. You want Lingkun to stay away from this matter, but you should know that this is impossible, and you can't hide from it. ”

Hearing this brother, the coercion around the spirit lord slowly converged, as if he knew that what his brother said was the truth, the spirit lord waved his hand, did not speak again, and did not look at the second uncle of Lingkun again. Second Uncle Lingkun was still bowing down, he didn't move, and he didn't dare to move, because the Spirit Lord didn't tell him to move! He knew that he had always respected and ...... this peaceful-looking brother Fearful.

After a few more moments of stalemate, the Spirit Lord seemed to notice his younger brother, who had been bowing down, and waved his hand, motioning for him to retreat and sit down. Turning his head, he asked casually, "Great Elder, why didn't the remaining six elders come today?" ”

When the old man heard this, his face, which had been very sleepy, narrowed slightly, and he got up and replied respectfully, "They can't come." Although his tone was calm, the slight trembling hands hidden under the shabby cotton jacket still revealed his nervousness.

Hearing this, the Spirit Lord repeated the words of the Great Elder, and said, "Can't come?" as if talking to himself, as if he was asking the Great Elder. Listening to the spirit lord's words that seemed to be talking to himself, the Great Elder did not answer, but lowered his head a little, and the trembling hands under the padded jacket seemed to tremble even more.

Looking at the two silent people below, the spirit lord's calm voice remembered again, and asked, "Which ones can't come?" When the great elder heard this, he knew that the spirit lord had noticed it, and he naturally understood the meaning of the spirit lord's words: which ones could not come if they wanted to, and which ones they didn't want to come! So, the great elder didn't expect to be able to hide the spirit lord in front of him, he was silent for a moment, and replied honestly: "The second, fifth, and seventh can't come."

Hearing these three names, the spirit lord still looked calm and breezy, without any surprise, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

Slowly getting up, staring at the two people in front of him, the spirit lord said word by word: "It seems that you are here to ...... me today. Forcing the palace!"

The simple word fell on Lingkun's ears, but it was like thunder, which blew up Lingkun's mind blank.