Dealing with Fengxian Confucian, compared with simple and clear violence, Xu Yuan is actually more inclined to use words in his heart.

Since he is young Mu Ai, then use that girl to pinch him.

However, it is a pity that this method is too despicable, and it has completely run counter to Xu Changge's character in the world, so he still slapped him neatly as a warning.

As for after he left, if Feng Xianru committed it again, if that girl didn't take the initiative to ask him for help, Xu Yuan didn't plan to interfere too much in this matter.

Many of the contradictions between people in the world come from unfamiliarity and secret speculation in the heart.

After learning the motive, Xu Yuan's current impression of Fengxian Ru is actually not bad.

This young man is using his own way to protect Feng Shuming.

The allure of the Yin and Yang Xuan Pattern is too great, and if it is exposed without a background, it will most likely be reduced to a double cultivation furnace.

With the status of Fengxian Ru, she can't keep her, because the particularity of the Yin and Yang Xuan Pattern Body will not dissipate because of the loss of the first night.

This is somewhat similar to the effect of the succubus cherry tree, but with an indefinite time limit.

After the Dao Yun is awakened, it can be used repeatedly until the death of the constitution owner.

There are even secret methods created specifically for the Yin and Yang Xuan Pattern to make it live as long as possible.

For the prosperity of the Feng family, there is a high probability that the elders' side will choose to sacrifice that girl.

For the sake of protection, so hostile.

With his high status in the clan, everyone around him did not dare to approach each other, and then completely expelled him from the clan hall in the name of disgust.

Because only in this way can Feng Shuming's girl be completely out of the vision of the clan elders.

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at the nine bright lights hanging above his head.

There is a killing formation in the ancestral ancestral hall of the Feng family, but it is aimed at the enemy, and for the clansmen who come to take the test, the formations in it are all phantom formations.

The nine bright lights on the periphery tempered the skills and minds of the clansmen, and the phantom array in the central spiritual hall tested their understanding.

If Feng Shuming can pass the layers of tests on the road to the head of the family, he will probably indeed be able to stabilize the double Dao Yun of the Yin and Yang Xuan Pattern Body, but the problem is that the time is too tight.

The Yin and Yang Xuan Pattern is a very mysterious thing.

No one knows when it will awaken, and it may be years away, but it may be today.

But why can't this kind of thing be communicated well?

As long as it makes sense, the girl won't be afraid of him.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan turned his eyes, his gaze penetrated the slender corridor, and landed on Feng Xianru's white clothes, and shook his head imperceptibly.

It's not good to learn what to learn, but to learn from the two forced kings in his family,

Don't force, just do it.

One is in his thirties and is still fighting a cold war with Xiao Tianshi, and one is almost ninety years old, but he is still a bachelor, holding a sword for a lifetime.

However, this is probably one of the reasons why Xu Yuan is at ease with Fengxian Ru.

This kid seems to be the fan brother of his maternal uncle.

The clothes, hair accessories, and even the expression are all reproduced one by one, like the star chasers in the second period of the previous life.

I just don't know when this kid has seen Feng Jiuxuan.

That uncle. Have you ever been back to Qifeng Mountain before?

With a bloodline to open the way, Xu Yuan took the second daughter all the way through the Yongdao unimpeded and entered the mourning hall behind it.

As the three of them stepped in, a wall lamp lit up

There are dozens of spirit cards placed on the heavy bench in the middle of the mourning hall, and the spirit cards here are all former saints and powerhouses of the Feng family.

Before they sit down, they will refine a touch of origin soul intent into their spirit cards, leaving their own inheritance and test for future generations.

This is one of the foundations of the Feng family.

However, because of the long time passed, most of the spirit cards in the mourning hall have been dimmed, and the number of ghosts that have flashes at this time is only a few palms.

Glancing at the second daughter beside her, Bai Muxi had already bowed in the direction of the spirit card, while Ran Qingmo was still looking around curiously.

Pressing the girl's head and bowing towards the mourning hall together, Xu Yuan glared at the big ice lump:

"Elder, be respectful."

After bowing honestly, Ran Qingmo replied in a low voice:

"Oh"

Immediately, after a slight hesitation, she explained in a low voice:

"Xu Yuan. I just heard a voice asking me if I wanted to accept his legacy. ”

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was slightly stunned, and then glanced at Xiaobai on the side.

Bai Muxi's eyes were puzzled, it was obvious that she didn't hear.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu Yuan chuckled at Ran Qingmo and said:

"This is the inheritance left by the ancestors of the Feng family, and when you hear the voice, it should be a certain deceased saint who has taken a fancy to you."

Ran Qingmo blinked his eyes and asked softly:

"But I don't have the blood of the Feng family."

"Anyone who enters here without triggering the killing array is a member of the Feng family by default."

"Childe.. And what about mine? ”

Bai Muxi raised her slender index finger and pointed at herself.

This is the inheritance of the saints, such an opportunity

Thinking about it, Bai Muxi's beautiful eyes were faintly full of expectation.

Xu Yuan looked back and glanced up and down:

"You?"

"Hmm."

"I didn't like you."

“.” Bai Muxi.

Childe is eccentric, but this group of dead people is also eccentric.

Glancing at the pitiful Xiaobai, Xu Yuan turned his gaze to Ran Qingmo with a smile in his eyes.

His lineage didn't receive the transmission, but Da Bingtuozi received it first.

Fuyuangao is different.

After thinking about it, Xu Yuan explained softly:

"The spirit card you use your soul to link the sound, and it will pull you into the illusion."

After hearing this, Ran Qingmo still stood still, his eyes hesitating.

Look at each other, and everything is clear.

The master of Da Bingtuozi is a saint himself, and with a living saint to teach, why should he accept the inheritance of a dead saint.

With a chuckle, Xu Yuan said in a low voice:

"The inheritance of this ancestral hall itself is a two-way choice process, if you don't want it, forget it."

Ran Qingmo nodded, and bowed deeply towards the sixth spirit card at the bottom of it, his red lips opened slightly, as if he said something over there.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan received an invitation, and there was more than one.

About seven or eight voices rang in his ears at the same time.

Although his source of blessing is low, after all, it is the bloodline of the Feng family, and it is an innate Dao body.

But he rejected them all.

And with his refusal,

There seemed to be a melancholy sigh in the mourning hall.

These ancestors don't seem to have much time left.

However, they didn't force it, and the ghostly light on the surface of the spirit card flickered like their eyes for a moment before falling silent again.

This is the norm in the ancestral ancestral hall of the Feng family.

The people of the Feng family who can go deep into this place generally don't need the inheritance of saints, and those who need it can't enter at all.

Most of the soul intent left by the ancestors of the Feng family has quietly disappeared in the long river of time.

Thinking of the girl with the Yin and Yang Xuanwen body outside, Xu Yuan thought about it slightly, but still said loudly:

"Ancestors, if you wait, maybe other clansmen will come here soon, although she is not my direct bloodline, but then please ancestors may wish to see her."

The words fell silently, there was no spirit card to respond, and the sound transmission also consumed soul will, and only a gust of wind blew through the huge spiritual hall, which was considered acquiescence.

After doing this, Xu Yuan slowly walked towards the heavy spiritual throne shelf, and as he walked, he casually condensed a blood-colored dagger in his hand.

Xi Feng Mountain, the secret ancestral hall of the Feng family, the thirteenth spirit card at the end of the blood-stained ancestral hall can open the secret road.

This is the clue that the grandfather gave him.

Walking around to the spirit card, Xu Yuan raised his left hand above the spirit card, and the blade in his right hand gently cut a blood mark on the palm of his hand.

The stinging pain in the palm of the palm came to the heart, and the red blood gushed out, gurgling down the palm like a stream.

"Tick."

The moment the blood dripped on the spirit card, it disappeared into it, and there was no trace of it.

After about ten breaths, the spirit card that had devoured a large amount of blood suddenly burst into a burst of white light, as if some kind of mechanism had been opened, and white formation patterns quickly spread out from the spirit card, like a spider web all over every corner of the spirit hall.

Momentary stagnation,

With a heavy "boom" sound, a secret door slowly opened on the left side of the entrance to the mourning hall, and there was a faint ghost light shining through it

With the recovery of consciousness, the cold touch of the ground immediately came from the side of his face, and it was this coldness that made Feng Xianru immediately realize what had just happened, and he bit his lip and teeth hard and struggled to get up unwillingly.

And as soon as they got together, it was a stumble.

After feeling the strangeness of his body, Feng Xianru hurriedly looked inward at his meridians, and then his brows wrinkled unconsciously.

He was in pain all over his body now, but he was not hurt.

Sensing this, Feng Xianru unconsciously clenched his fists and stared at the depths of the road.

A feeling of thick chest tightness gradually spread in my heart.

However, this emotion was not directed at Xu Changge, but at himself.

Heavenly capital.

This is what the people around him have said about him since he was a child.

When he was a child, Feng Xian Ru didn't understand the meaning of this evaluation, but as he grew older, he gradually understood the meaning of this word when he watched his peers around him being stuck in the main cultivation of things that didn't exist at all.

However, this innate talent did not make him have any arrogance, but made him feel a strong pressure.

The envy of his peers, the expectations of his elders, and the praise that lifted him to the clouds all made him gradually feel a touch of trepidation.

He is afraid of disappointing the people around him, afraid of falling from this cloud, afraid that one day he will encounter what others call a bottleneck.

He didn't know what kind of expression he should show when others praised him, and he didn't know how a true genius should react in the face of others' provocations.

He once tried to ask his sister, who was also a genius.

But my sister didn't understand what he was saying at all.

So he didn't dare to show any of this emotion, so he could only try to imitate his sister and become the best asset in other people's mouths.

In this way, he has been imitating the only genius template around him.

My sister is a gentle person, so he is also a gentle person.

The years when my sister broke through each realm were firmly recorded in his heart, and then let himself do the same.

If that's the case, he should be able to continue to play what others call a genius.

This lasted until he was ten years old.

It was an ordinary day, and as usual, he got up at midnight and washed up for a quarter of an hour, and went to Chaofeng Mountain to practice until the evening unitary hour.

But what is unusual is that

On that day, he met a middle-aged man on Chaofeng Mountain.

The moment he dispersed the exercises and opened his eyes, Feng Xian Ru saw him.

He stood quietly and looked at him, looking at him expressionlessly, with a hint of sigh in his long narrow eyes.

This look made Feng Xianru a little uncomfortable, but thinking that as a genius, he shouldn't care about this, so he smiled and said hello to the other party.

Feng Xianru thought he had done a good job, but the man directly kicked him off the top of the mountain after hearing this.

There is no ability to resist.

However, Feng Xian Ru definitely should save him from the other party, because he saw the Feng family's family emblem on the other party's white clothes.

The other party is a member of the Feng family, and he is a genius of the Feng family, so he will definitely save him.

Thoughts flashed,

Then, he broke his leg.

The cliff was very high, and his cultivation was not enough to offset such a big impact, so he was directly thrown into an inverted 7.

Looking at the terrifying torso, and the pain that came from the heart, Feng Xian Ru climbed into an emotion called fear for the first time in his heart.

But it is impossible for a genius to cry.

So he held back.

Forcing himself to calm down and think about the reason, Feng Xianru didn't understand why the man did this.

But soon, Feng Xianru realized that he didn't have the time to think about these things.

With the sunset of the West Mountain, the mist shrouded in Xifeng Mountain has quietly emerged in the forest, and the roar of beasts in the mountains and forests is faintly heard.

Die.

The word flashed through his mind.

It's too far away, so biased that no one comes at all, and the smell of blood on his severed leg will undoubtedly attract demon beasts.

Feng Xianru's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, but he still managed to calm down.

He is a genius, so if he does not return for a long time, there will definitely be people from his clan to patrol him.

This became his life-saving straw.

But as the night completely fell, listening to the sound of rustling in the dark jungle, Feng Xianru could no longer control his emotions

He tried to shout a few times, but nothing responded.

Because his leg was completely broken, in panic, he grabbed it with his delicate little hands and suddenly climbed towards the cliff where he thought it was safe, and his tears couldn't stop falling down.

He didn't know where he had provoked that man.

It's just a normal hello, and I'm going to kill him.

Why.

He didn't understand.

In the sound of the mountain forest, he finally climbed to the bottom of the cliff.

Curled up for the first night.

Then the second day, the third day, the fourth day

No one came to save him.

Due to the strong physical fitness brought by the Soul Condensing Realm, although he had stopped the blood from breaking his leg, the continuous flow of vitality in his body could not be stopped.

Feeling that I was constantly weakening, the resentment that panic and fear had turned into anger gradually rose in my heart.

But he couldn't move.

I could only scratch the cliff with my fingers, venting the panic in my heart.

If he could go back alive, he would have killed that man regardless of that shit genius name!

And in this despair, a trace of change also quietly happened.

Feng Xianru continued to gouge the cliff wall with his fingertips and the blood that oozed out accumulated a lot, and a mysterious Qi machine fluctuation suddenly opened.

At that moment,

The child, who had been hovering on the brink of life and death for days, suddenly understood what the man meant.

(End of chapter)