The neighbors naturally noticed that these two uninvited guests, especially Sima Yuan's silver-white sword robe, were already extraordinary, and they must be disciples of a big family in the mountain gate.

However, after all, they were the broken nobles of Fuli, and although they were abrupt by Sima Yuan's strange behavior, they would not be too surprised.

Because, today's Sima clan has long been left.

The clan meeting held by the patriarch is not a confidential secret, it is just a gathering of everyone.

As he himself said, our Sima family was also wide hundreds of years ago, up to the Fuli Taiqing Palace, down to the Immortal Valve and Tianzong in the Eastern Regions, and I haven't seen any precious elixir artifacts.

No fuss.

At the beginning, many people were quite uncomfortable, some committed suicide, some quietly rebelled and left, and even the only remaining spirit soldiers in the thief clan, hundreds of times, there were only about a hundred or so people in the Sima clan.

These people are just not those descendants who used to enjoy most of the resources in the clan, but those Shu disciples who ate the leftovers that the descendants don't want.

The Sima clan is still like this, not to mention those family worshippers and elders, they are all fleeing, scattered, and gone.

The trees fell and scattered, this is the bleak end of the Sima clan.

Even if it weren't for Zhang Zhijian's secret protection and the reluctance of the Taiqing Palace, the Sima clan would have been retained.

Otherwise, this huge family, which had been in power three hundred years ago, dominating one-ninth of the Spirit God Domain and nearly 10 billion living beings, would have disappeared into the dust of history in an instant.

However, now the Sima clan, one of the nine major families of the Spirit God Domain, which only has about a hundred or so big cats and kittens, is not far from completely falling apart.

The neighbors were a little surprised in their eyes, and then their eyes gradually calmed down, thinking that it was another descendant who had run back.

After nodding lightly at Sima Yuan, they withdrew their gaze.

Sima Yuan walked through the crowd, a total of one hundred and thirteen people.

Jin Dan is fifty, Yuan Ying is more than ten, and there are two half-step spirit gods.

The remaining more than 50 people are all foundation building and qi refining cultivators.

This is all the power of the Sima clan now.

It is a world of difference from the in-law Huangfu clan who is in charge of the Taiqing Palace and even the entire Fuli Immortal Mountain.

Sima Yuan lowered his head and was silent.

At this time, the old ancestor Sima Yi talked about the ancestor reaching the Yuan Infant and enjoying the millennium, and everyone in the audience suddenly puffed up their chests, even the two demigods couldn't help but be in awe.

Sima Yuan had mixed feelings in his heart, listening to the old ancestor tell about the high spirits and rejuvenation of the old ancestor when he came to the Yuan Infant, he couldn't help but show a trance in his eyes.

I especially remember the arrogance and invincibility of his arrival in Yuanying, as well as the unparalleled majesty of the Monarch Landing Zixiao Sect, how fascinating the feeling of standing at the peak of cultivation and power was.

That kind of taste, Sima Yuan will never forget it for the rest of his life, and he will not forget it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have held the Zixiao Sect firmly in his hands.

Not to mention that after 'stepping down' as the head of Zixiao, Zhong Lingyun, who obeys him, will be in charge of the sect.

Because, it was all instructed by him.

There was a complicated look in his eyes, and then his eyes drooped, as if a murmur came out:

A hundred years of planning to take power, once scattered the heavens changed.

It is not like a flower on the moon in the fog, but it is a misty smoke in a dream.

With a murmur, Sima Yi's eyes trembled, and there seemed to be a fine light in his cloudy eyes that quietly flew away.

Subsequently, after the old man told all the deeds of the ancestor's life, he said slowly: "The ancestor cultivation is not the first realm of the spirit god in the end, and it is not even as high as one of the worshippers of my Sima clan back then, but. ”

His tone paused, and the rickety figure that was originally sitting paralyzed slowly straightened, and the cloudiness of his eyes was swept away in an instant, like an eagle looking at a wolf, and the majesty was endless, looking directly at everyone in the field.

Where the eyes are flat, everyone bows their heads and dare not look directly.

Even the two demigods lowered their eyebrows and were silent.

Why is the ancestor so majestic that he doesn't even dare to disobey the existence of a half-step spirit god who has cultivated to the highest level?

Because, it was this ancestor who helped the Sima clan from a second-rate family to a first-class family.

Helped it to the top ten families of the Spirit God Domain.

This ancestor, who has lived for more than 9,000 years, used the wooden staff in his hand to hit the former patriarch of the Sima clan, the previous patriarch, and this patriarch

Beat those half-step Daozun who were killed by Yang Xuzhen.

He even beat Sima Yuan's biological father, Sima Qian, who had just been promoted to the Venerable of the Great Dao and committed a major crime.

Even the patriarch of the Huangfu clan, Huangfu Daoshen, who is now in charge of the Taiqing Palace, has been beaten by his staff!

It can be said that as long as he looks at it, or the descendants who are worthy of beating and should be beaten, he has beaten them!

Moreover, no one who has been beaten by him will dare to disobey.

and there will be no disobedience.

Even if they are half-step Dao Venerables, or even Dao Venerables.

None of them complained.

Because, this old man has lasted for 9,000 years for this family!

For seven thousand years, he has been working hard for the Sima clan all the time.

When he was young, he intrigued with various forces for the survival of his family, and after middle age, he racked his brains and worked hard for the rapid development of the Sima clan.

I thought that in my old age, I could watch the prosperity of the Sima clan peacefully, and then leave peacefully.

But I didn't expect that Sima Qian's file happened.

Secretly hiding the treasure, not only harmed his wife and children, but also caused the Sima clan to fall from one of the top ten families in the Spirit God Domain to the altar in one fell one day.

In the end, the former patriarch Sima Qian and his wife Huangfu Jing disappeared, and their son Sima Yuan was not heard from.

The Sima clan has suffered a near-devastating blow!

Almost wiped out!

In the end, it was he, after being abolished by Yang Xu on the spot for the half-step path cultivator, who forcibly supported the half-ruined body to gather the only remaining people of the Sima clan.

For 300 years, we have continued to educate future generations and encourage them.

Until today, Sima Yuan's arrival.

When Zhang Zhijian told Sima Yuan about the life of the ancestor one by one, he was silent for a long time.

For a long time, for a long time.

Zhang Zhijian also told him that the name of his eldest son of the Sima clan was chosen by this old man.

Dry, yuan.

Qianyuan, Qitai.

This is the wish of the old man.

At this moment, Sima Yuan's eyes were stunned and he looked at the pale-haired old man in front of him who was almost hoarse.

I saw him say almost word by word: "But the hanging statue of the first ancestor has been hanging in the center and top of the ancestors, it is he who tells us that these descendants and future generations, what we should really inherit and carry forward is not those divine weapons, nor the immortal Dao exercises, let alone the secret realm of the cave, but persistence! perseverance!

"It is these things that allow my Sima clan to climb out of the secret realm step by step from a mortal broken settlement, and it is also these things that make us become the top ten families of the Spirit God Domain step by step!"

"They are what we should inherit!"

He leaned forward, his eyes brighter, more majestic, and more vast than ever, "You guys, remember?"

Everyone in the more than 100 Sima clans looked solemn, raised their heads and shouted, "Remember!"

Sima Yi raised the wooden staff in his hand and said sharply: "Be louder!"

Everyone's eyes were full of blood, their fists were clenched, and they raised their heads and roared: "Remember !!"

"Remember!!"

"Remember!!"

The sound was not loud, but it spread all over the world, and although the momentum was small, it shocked Sima Yuan.

His eyes were stunned, and he was silent as he looked at the resoluteness on the faces of everyone in the field.

He knew that these people were all respectful of this half-crippled old man from the bottom of their hearts.

More than 100 people from the clan meeting dispersed one after another.

Before leaving, everyone bowed their heads and said goodbye.

The old man slowly closed his eyes and ignored them.

Qi refining first kowtows and leaves.

Then Jin Dan and Yuan Ying bowed their heads and left silently.

The last two half-step spirit gods knelt silently, and after kowtowing with a bang, they couldn't stand their knees.

The old man waved his hand, and the two demigods did not show any dissatisfaction, but breathed a sigh of relief.

The kind of relief that was afraid of the ancestor's wrath breathed a sigh of relief.

After everyone left, Sima Yuan slowly walked to the old man's steps, and then knelt down silently.

He lowered his head, choked up, and said hoarsely: "Don't Xiao descendant Sima Yuan, for his father Sima Qian, his mother Huang Fujing, and for his children and grandchildren Sima Yuan kowtow to the ancestor!"

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang!

Nine knocks.

When he summoned Sima Qian and Sima Yuan, the old man trembled obviously.

After a while, I saw that his old eyelids, which were originally closed, slowly opened, and the old, cloudy and tired vicissitudes of life fell on Sima Yuan.

He was silent for a long time.

He was silent, and Sima knelt silently, not daring to make the slightest move.

Don't dare to raise your head without permission.

I didn't dare to get up.

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know when more than 100 people gathered outside again.

I don't know when it will be dark and when the lantern will be hung.

As long as everyone was silent, the old man's body trembled.

Finally, under the hatred, complaining, cold eyes and indifferent eyes of more than 100 people outside the hospital, the old man spoke.

His voice was hoarse, with a trill, with complexity, with astringency, "Raise your head."

Sima Yuan, who was almost prostrate on the ground, trembled and slowly raised his head.

At this moment, Sima Yuan burst into tears.

Tears of remorse, guilt, and self-blame.

The old man's gaze fell, and little by little he swept across Sima Yuan's cheeks.

Little by little, it swept over Sima Yuan's body.

He trembled and raised his hand and gently pressed it on Sima Yuan's face.

This kind of handsome cheeks that seem to still have the innocent smile of childhood.

The old man muttered to himself, "I'm older, and I'm thinner than when I was a child." ”

"It's still a little angular."

His eyes were complicated, and his eyes finally showed kindness, revealing a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

"You are indeed Xiao Yuan'er!"

"It's exactly the same as your father. ”

Sima Yuan couldn't hold back any longer, tears poured out like a spring, and he immediately howled:

"Ancestor!"

Back then, it was he who watched this little guy be born.

looked at the little guy who was personally named Sima Yuan and smirked at him.

also watched him being carried away by Huangfu Jing, the daughter-in-law of the Sima family.

He had greater hopes for Sima Yuan than anyone else.

Because, back then, this little guy who was only half an arm old kept looking at him and laughing.

Laughing all the time, laughing all the time.

I thought that I wouldn't be able to see the little guy again until I closed my eyes, but I didn't expect to see it again today.

His eyes showed kindness, complexity, and sadness, and the wrinkled old hand gently stroked Sima Yuan Junyi's cheek, and he said softly:

"Little guy, have you suffered a lot over the years? ”

Sima Yuan wept silently.

But when he heard this, he laughed instead.

He shook his head desperately, crying and laughing: "No, Yuan'er is doing well, everything is going well." ”

Old Ancestor sighed lightly, and he naturally heard the inconsistency in Sima Yuan's words.

Then he smiled and withdrew his hands.

His face regained his indifference again, and his majesty was fully displayed, and he said in a deep voice: "Take my staff!"

Someone immediately picked up the wooden staff on the side and respectfully sent it to Sima Yi.

The old man picked up the wooden staff in his hand, slowly stood up, turned sideways, looked down at Sima Yuan who was kneeling, and shouted:

"Kneel straight to the ancestral shrine!!"

Sima Yuan knelt straight in response, raised his head and chest, and did not dare to be perfunctory in the slightest.

Instantly, there was a bang.

The wooden staff slapped Sima Yuan's back!

"This stick is what you took for your father!"

A long-lost pain came to his mind, and he couldn't help but snort.

At this moment, he gathered all his cultivation, realm, and mana.

At this moment, Sima Yuan was like a mortal.

A mortal who is undergoing a family discipline.

Boom!

"This stick is what you suffered for your mother!"

Boom!

"This stick is for yourself!"

Bang!

"These sticks, it's just that I want to hit you!"

Sima Yuan snorted continuously, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down.

He was gritting his teeth and suffering from it.

It's like receiving family law.

But his face was full of tears and sweat.

With a smile.

An innocent giggle.