Su Guyuan saw that these clan elders were submissive, and no one stood up to say anything wrong, put the evil on his shoulder, and strode into the ancestral hall.

As the richest gate valve in Siming City, the ancestral hall of the Su family is of course extraordinary, it is a top-level three-in-three-courtyard style, and the first courtyard is the Xiangtang and Mingtang dedicated to the ancestral tablets, which enshrine the ancestors of the Su family.

However, at this time, most of the solemn and solemn aura had disappeared, and the courtyard was filled with a heavy smell of incense ash and smoke, which was caused by Su Longyu smashing the incense burner in the courtyard just now.

Su Guyuan walked into the compound, stepped over Su Longyu, who was lying on the ground with unknown life and death, and stepped straight into the core of the Su family's ancestral hall, the Ming Hall.

This is a tall and three-zhang hall, and the bearing pillar is a rare thousand-year-old nanmu.

In the middle of the hall is enshrined a golden-bodied deity, two feet tall, holding a white ivory wat board in both hands, because it is too tall and too dark, it is impossible to see the face, only three strands of long hair hanging down on the chest.

Su Guyuan guessed that this might be the ancestor of the Su family in Siming City, but he didn't know what great achievements he had, everyone else was a tablet, and only he was a golden body. Su Guyuan glanced at it and didn't look at it - no matter who this was, it was definitely not his ancestor anyway.

On the offering in front of the golden statue, Su Guyuan found what he was looking for, and there was a huge incense burner here.

On both sides of the incense burner, there is a basin of water on one side and a golden silk nanmu wooden box on the other.

The clear water basin is used to clean hands, and in the wooden box of golden silk nanmu, it is the goal of his trip, the genealogy of the Siming Su family.

The Su family has a great business, and the replacement of the head of the family is not trivial, and at least three major etiquettes must be passed. The first etiquette is to announce to the clansmen, and the clan elders approve that this pass Su Gu Yuan has just passed; The second rite is to write down the genealogy and record the inheritance; The third ritual is to burn incense and make offerings to the ancestors.

Originally, these rituals were all in charge of special clansmen, but Su Guyuan had just arrived, and the incident happened suddenly, and his popularity was not very good. So you have to do everything yourself, I have to say that this may be a relatively humble change of head ceremony in the history of the Su family.

Fortunately, Su Guyuan was a person who didn't care about the sense of ritual at all, so he immediately stuck the knife on the ground, washed his hands in the basin of clear water, and opened the wooden box, ready to write his name.

As expected, the wooden box was indeed the family tree of the Su family, and the paper was the best Huizhou Xuan paper.

This is actually a magic weapon, although it has gone through countless years, it has lasted for a long time, without the slightest obsolescence, whether it is paper or ink, it is like a new creation.

Su Guyuan turned directly to the last page, and sure enough, he saw Su Fusheng's portrait and deeds.

Su Guyuan frowned and looked at it for a long time, it was full of beautiful words, describing the hardships of entrepreneurship and being eloquent.

These rich and noble men really have no sincerity at all in making up stories, obviously the elders are rich, but they have to say that they are self-made.

When it comes to the difficulty of starting a business, in this entire family tree, I am afraid that there are only two people who deserve it. One is that Su Erzi, the first ancestor of the Su family, is stunned, and the other is Su Guyuan, the contemporary head of the family.

Su Guyuan turned a page back, and finally saw the blank paper, he succeeded to the throne in a hurry, he didn't have time to find a painter, and there was no clansman to help make up the story.

It didn't matter, Su Guyuan didn't care about these details at all. Sitting cross-legged in front of the confession, he put the evil aside, gently brushed it off, let his index finger be stained with blood, paved the family tree, and solemnly wrote a Su character.

But what to write next? Su Guyuan's heart suddenly moved, should he write Su Xianchen or Su Guyuan? He is now taking Su Xianchen's cause and effect, logically speaking, Su Xianchen should be written, but Su Gu is sitting up straight and doesn't want to use other people's names.

After thinking for a while, Su Guyuan made a decision and wrote the word Gu Yuan.

As soon as the three words fell, the entire ancestral hall suddenly made a loud noise, and the wooden tablets on both sides of the statue shook violently and crackled, as if they were about to overturn at any time.

The sound of the wind lasted for a short period of time, and then it condensed into a whirlwind, revolving rapidly around Su Guyuan. There seemed to be dozens of people whispering inside.

"Who is this?"

"Is another one dead?"

"Is your family dead?"

"Hahahaha."

Su Guyuan was like an old monk in his meditation, holding the evil with one hand, pressing the family tree with the other, his eyes slightly closed, and he sank his consciousness into the spiritual world.

At the moment when the name was written, countless causal threads were used from all directions of Siming City, flying and whirling around the ancestral hall. Because there are too many of them, the density is too great, and even the huge Mingtang Hall is wrapped into a cocoon.

These causal lines were not connected to him at the first time, and Su Guyuan guessed that it might be related to his own name rather than Su Xianchen.

But he's already sitting here, how can he allow the causal line in front of him to escape? These are the purest noble and noble lifeforms, and they are the origin true qi that ascends to break through the realm.

Su Guyuan's body did not move, and the true qi of his whole body exploded, releasing the eight-armed true martial arts.

The phantom composed of True Qi stood back and forth with the golden-bodied gods behind him, and for a while, the main hall was like the Immortal Palace.

The whirlwind surrounding Su Guyuan was absorbed by the eight-armed true martial arts, and the screams disappeared.

These are the remaining obsessions of the ancestors of the Su family, their fate and cause and effect have long returned to the reincarnation pool, and now all that is left is the thoughts of some scaly feathers, and they can't withstand the killing intent of the eight-armed true martial arts.

The giant cocoons surrounding the main hall began to loosen, and even some did not recognize Su Guyuan's identity, twisting and preparing to fly away.

Su Guyuan stood up, and the eight-armed Zhenwu opened his big mouth and sucked it suddenly.

The closest layer of causal thread was immediately swallowed into the stomach.

Su Guyuan's whole body was stunned, and he had a familiar feeling of satiety, a feeling he had only experienced once, that is, when he rescued three hundred people at one time in Wushui Town, and pulled three hundred life-saving cause and effect lines.

As the saying goes, eating the marrow knows the taste, the eight-armed Zhenwu took a sip, not only was he not satisfied, but he felt even hungrier, exhaled deeply, and removed the impurities in his body in one go, and then the dragon inhaled deeply like drinking water.

The cocoon of cause and effect that enveloped the main hall was like a storm, struggling and surging into the main hall from various cracks.

For a while, the wind was loud, and the iron pine beams and purlins of the main hall let out an overwhelmed moan.

And the eight-armed true martial arts have changed little by little in this storm.

First of all, the streamer behind him began to extend sharply, and the tail end even spread to the end of the hall five zhang away; Then there were the arms, which had only two arms, and now two more appeared faintly under the ribs.

Eight-armed true martial arts, four-armed appeared.

And Su Guyuan's ontology felt not much better, he originally only had the Eight Grades of Heqi, and with the influx of countless causal threads one after another, he felt that the three Dao Fruits were all expanding and producing new changes. He had a clear feeling that if he had one more breath and one more buckle, he would break the cocoon into a butterfly and step into the Nine Grades of Heqi.