In the following period, Yan Jing only felt that it was a very long time.

Not many people seem to remember the abnormality of the Yan family that night, and even the mother didn't ask much about it.

His father did not force him to practice anymore.

Just keep an eye on him at all times, to prevent him from revealing to anyone what he saw and heard that day.

He didn't resist, in fact, he didn't need his father's advice, and he wouldn't reveal a single thing when he died.

It's just that every day, he would ask his father to take him into the inner courtyard to see his sister.

But each time it failed.

He went to the gate of the inner courtyard every day to squat, and gradually came to know that place, and the entire Yan family could only be seen by him and his father.

He didn't know what the reason was, but he knew that it was because of this "specialness" that he killed his sister.

Then one day, my father was probably annoyed by his begging, and told him that His Holiness was now healing, and even he couldn't get in.

His face finally stopped.

But secretly, he secretly looked at the Yan family's beginner introductory exercises, but he had disdainful of it before, so he was confused about even the most basic things.

In the first few days, I almost went crazy.

It was my father who discovered that he was dying because of the wrong operation of the exercises, and his breath was so chaotic that he was dying.

When he woke up again, he was beaten by his father, he didn't know why, but he suffered it and didn't shed a single tear.

When he was done, he asked his father if he could teach himself how to practice.

The father didn't say anything, just sighed tiredly.

But from that day on, he had someone to show him the way, and three years later, his father ascended to the spirit and stepped into the path of spiritual practice.

His talent was mediocre, not outstanding, and he was a little disappointed when he learned the result.

But my father didn't show any disappointment, and just told him that the path of cultivation is long and difficult, and talent is not the decisive factor.

He listened.

Originally, he had always been a person who couldn't sit still, but since he started practicing, he has never run around the mountains and fields again.

After meditating day after day, he didn't even feel that it was an unbearable hard work.

Yan Jing felt that he had been waiting for a long, long time, and he always felt that time passed very quickly, but that time he waited for the maple leaves to be red all over the mountain, and the snow covered the mountain.

The inner courtyard was never able to see clearly.

Black Mist and Silver Thunder kept "fighting" and "fighting" day and night, as if they had to swallow the other party alive before it was over.

And the dark red array around the inner courtyard divided the whole world into two.

The maple leaves falling in autumn and the snowflakes in winter do not fall into any of them.

One day in the spring, the peach blossoms that he had maintained for half a year with his weak spiritual power finally bloomed, and he couldn't wait to run to the inner courtyard with the entire flower pot.

But on the way, I met my father with an anxious face.

The father said that the black fog in the inner courtyard had dispersed.

He was stunned, and the flower pot he was carefully guarding fell to the ground, and the flower pot fell to pieces.

And the peach blossom was finally protected by him with his spiritual power.

Then his father escorted him to the inner court, saying that he would plead guilty to His Excellency.

He held the "trembling" peach blossom, and did not resist at all, on the contrary, he was very happy.

Under the leadership of his father, he successfully stepped into the inner courtyard for the first time, but the moment he saw his sister, he originally thought of many words of apology, but he couldn't say a word.

But Yan Fenghuan, whose face was still a little pale, was happy to look at him, and praised him with a smile for taking good care of the peach blossoms in his hands.

He had been practicing with his sister for several years, but the day after he finally broke through the third order, she was gone.

Disappeared silently.

Her father only said that there was something she had to do, and everything else was silent.

He was no longer the crying child he was back then, and he knew that he couldn't ask the truth from his father, so he didn't bother to ask more.

He withstood the ridicule and alienation between his peers, and the "halo" of the waste son of the patriarch, and practiced even more desperately.

Later, to the surprise of many people, he defeated all competitors in the election of the patriarch and became the new patriarch of the Yan family.

My father ridiculed that the small stove that was honored back then was not in vain.

The fact that he became the patriarch didn't make him much happier.

But the name of the patriarch allowed him to access the most secrets about the Venerable, which made him excited.

Originally, he thought that if he knew the secret, he would be able to find his sister.

However, what he didn't expect was that after knowing those secrets, he willingly accepted a promise that had lasted for 10,000 years, just like all previous family owners.

silently embarked on his father's path and truly became the head of the Yan family.

He had always felt that his father's cultivation had become unpopular.

Mother is the wife he married in order to continue the bloodline.

For this son, the most he said was to force him to practice.

He didn't like this father, and he didn't like to practice.

However, the moment he learned the secret, he began to understand his father's anxiety.

Later, his father's cultivation never crossed the seventh-level mark, and Shou Yuan came to the end, he closed his eyes and said to him with a smile: "I was deceived into practicing by your guilt, did you ever blame me?"

"Not to blame." Yan Jing remembers that he also replied with a smile, "I am grateful to you."

The successive heads of the Yan family are all descendants of the first generation of family heads, and they can only be in this vein.

In this way, they can ensure the loyalty of the Yan family to Yan Fenghuan.

If he hadn't taken over as head of the house—

Then the secrets that the Yan family has guarded for thousands of years will be destroyed the moment Yan Weizhi dies.

That is the Yan family's lineage, the last loyalty to the patron saint.

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Yan Jing woke up from his dream again, a little stunned.

Glancing at the sky outside, the sky was already faintly red, and he sighed and got off the bed.

The past of continuous dreams, if he doesn't notice anything wrong, he will be sorry for the small stove that he opened when he was a child.

Yan Jing is not a person who drags mud and water, and after calming down for a while, he is ready to go to the courtyard of the Venerable One to squat for a while.

Concealment is unacceptable, and now that the situation is chaotic, he must not go wrong.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, he found a woman sitting and leaning on the branch of a big tree in front of him, like a ...... Looking at the moon.

「……」

With Yan Jing's eyesight, he naturally recognized that it was Yan Fenghuan.

Her right leg was on the trunk of the tree, her left leg hanging down naturally, and the pale blue hem of her clothes swayed with her calves, and her posture was very leisurely.

Yan Jing approached the bottom of the tree and looked up at her.

Yan Fenghuan still leisurely looked at the moon that was about to set: "You have been in this house for several days, and you haven't even attended such a thing as the change of quality in country R, and they are very worried."

Yan Jing was stunned: "You...... You saw it earlier?"

Yan Feng laughed: "You can be regarded as the one I grew up watching."

"......" Yan Jing was dumbfounded for a while, silent for a long time, and finally said, "I'm sorry for bothering you."

Yan Fenghuan laughed: "I think you little cubs of the Yan family are not very obedient."

At least let Yan Jing not learn from his father, he has never heard of it.

She always seems to be telling the next generation not to follow their predecessors, like a nagging woman.

But it seems to fail every time.

Yan Jing didn't understand what she said, and obvious doubts appeared on his face: "Your Excellency, where do I have...... Isn't it right?"

Yan Fenghuan sighed, and jumped down from the tree with a twist: "No, tease you."

「……」

Yan Fenghuan looked at him like this, shook his head and smiled, and picked up what he had just said: "It's not bothering, this is the explanation I should give you."

"Explain?" Yan Jing was a little surprised.

"You've been stuck in your memory for the past few days, do you remember the past more clearly?"

Yan Jing nodded.

At the time of the accident, he was just a child, and the impact of the incident was too great, so he remembered most things in a daze later.

However, in the past few days, although there have been nightmares, the past has been clearly remembered, and he is no longer the timid and useless child he was back then.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask me?"

"Yes." Yan Jing didn't hesitate, he originally wanted to find Yan Fenghuan, "I think I've been missing something, and maybe that memory is too painful, so every time I think about it, I skip it."

Yan Fenghuan looked at him quietly.

"I was ...... It was true that I was severely tortured by Xi Lian, and during this time, Feng Lingzi also did something to me." When Yan Jing said this, his face was obviously not very good, but it didn't affect his normal recollection, "At the beginning, they probably took into account that I didn't practice, so they started very lightly, but ......

Yan Jing frowned, and there was a clear puzzle in his eyes: "Later, at least Xi Lian was ruthless and wanted to test my limit, to that extent, now that I think about it, even if I had already entered the fourth order at that time, there was no way to live."

"But I survived."

Even later, during the time he was hidden behind the rocks, the last of his injuries healed again.

Yes, all his wounds healed themselves.

At a strange speed beyond the reach of many wood-based monks, he healed the damage from the gods.

This is a memory that he has been deliberately avoiding, but it has been restored one by one in the dream of the past few days. Fun Cabinet

"What I want to ask is, why was I able to break into the outer courtyard when I had no spiritual power, why did Xi Lian find me so directly, and ...... Why, I survived?"

Yan Jing's face was solemn, and his eyes were full of incomprehension.

"The way your father and son ask questions is very similar." Yan Fenghuan first laughed and teased, and then said,

"But at that time, I couldn't figure out what they were trying to do, so I didn't answer your father. And when he asked me if I wanted to erase your memory, I hesitated, because it was almost foreseeable that it would be today."

Yan Jing's attention fell on the front: "They?"

"Those supreme gods." Yan Fenghuan had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone seemed to be talking about the weather.

Yan Jing's eyes widened, full of consternation, almost between the lightning and flint, he connected everything: "You mean, they were in charge of everything back then?"

"Not bad."

For a moment, Yan Jing felt an extremely cold chill run down his spine, all the way to his scalp and the bottom of his heart.