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Chapter 812: Ancestral Ancestral Hall

What the Drunken Daoist and the Liubo Fairy care about is not how Ye Xiaochuan knows the Liuyun Fairy, but whether Ye Xiaochuan knows that he is the son of the Liuyun Fairy, and whether the Liuyun Fairy knows that Ye Xiaochuan is her son.

Knowing from Baili Kite's mouth that the Liuyun Fairy was still alive and had been freed from the Demon Sect's Xuanhuo Altar, hearing that Ye Xiaochuan was also present at the time, it really scared the Liubo Fairy, who had known the news for ten days, but had never had a good chance to ask Ye Xiaochuan about it.

Now when I return to Cangyun Gate, the first thing I do is to come and ask.

Fairy Liubo asked very carefully, which was not what Ye Xiaochuan expected, after all, Liuyun was her own sister, so naturally it was a deep sisterhood.

But Ye Xiaochuan ran the train with his mouth full, and there was no truth in what he said, he just said that when he was rescuing Baili Kite, he accidentally saw Liuyun in the magma cave of the Xuanhuo Altar, and when he killed the Soul Devouring Old Demon later, he accidentally knew that Liuyun was Ye Tianxing's wife, which can't be said, it's a big matter, it's not something that he, a young man, can ask. The grievances of the older generation have nothing to do with him, so it's better to get involved in these things less.

After asking for half an hour, Liubo and the drunken Taoist relaxed their hearts, listening to Ye Xiaochuan's tone, he really didn't seem to know the true relationship between him and Liuyun, which made the hearts of the two of them finally let go.

After talking about the Liuyun Fairy, the Liubo Fairy left, the drunken Taoist didn't leave, he looked at Ye Xiaochuan, and seemed to have something to say.

Ye Xiaochuan spoke first, and said, "Master, I have something I want to talk to you about and ask for your opinion." ”

The drunken Taoist said strangely: "What's the matter? It can't be that you have a crush on a girl and want the teacher to help you propose, right?"

Ye Xiaochuan immediately shook his head and said: "Master, you think about your eldest disciple crookedly again, am I the kind of superficial man who falls into the pile of women? In the past eight years, I have been thinking about the cliff face and the wall, and I am about to suffocate to death, and now that the war between the righteous and the demons has come to an end, it is estimated that it will be difficult to rise again in a few decades, and the disciple's cultivation is not blowing, it is quite high, and it is difficult to go further, so I plan to leave Cangyun, go to the human world, and experience and train my mind, maybe I can impact the next realm of heaven and man in one hundred and eighty years, Master, what do you think?" ”

The drunken Taoist's expression moved slightly, he actually wanted to talk to Ye Xiaochuan about it, Du Chun could see the situation, he had lived for hundreds of years, how could he not see it?

The reason why he stayed just now was to talk to Ye Xiaochuan about this matter alone, according to his old man's idea, it was better to send this big disciple to the world to experience and experience, and it was best not to stay in Cangyun Mountain for the last thirty or fifty years. Now that Ye Xiaochuan brought it up, this made the drunken Daoist people stunned.

Could it be that his eldest disciple has not only improved his cultivation by leaps and bounds in the past few years, but has also seen his efforts to see people's hearts? Is it because he has seen through the situation he is facing now, so he has gone out to hide, or does he just want to go out and play for a few years?

Or was someone superior reminded him?

Anyway, Ye Xiaochuan decided to go out, which was a good thing for him.

Drunken Daodao: "Oh, since you want to go to the world to practice, then go ahead, I don't know where?"

Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and said, "I want to go to Northern Xinjiang." ”

Drunken Daodao: "This is a good idea, bring your little junior sister with you then, her cultivation has reached a critical point, and she can impact the realm of spiritual silence at any time, but she is still not very mature in terms of mentality, take her out to experience a few years, maybe she can also break through the threshold of life and death." ”

Ye Xiaochuan immediately darkened his face and said, "Master, can I not take her out to play?"

Drunken Daoist people are naturally not very relieved that Ye Xiaochuan will go out to play alone, after all, Ye Xiaochuan's life experience has been unreassuring for drunken Daoist people all these years, and now Ye Xiaochuan's Taoism is so high, and the Liuyun Fairy is also alive, once there is an accident, it will be a situation of life and death, without Yang Shijiu watching from the side, Drunken Daoist people will not be at ease.

When the master spoke, Ye Xiaochuan could only accept this cruel fact depressedly, and planned to set off after three or five months of cultivation in Cangyun Gate.

As a result, the drunken Taoist seemed to be chasing flies, and said, "Do you still want to rest for three or five months? ”

After speaking, the drunken Taoist left Ye Xiaochuan's room.

At this time, Ye Xiaochuan realized that what the master was going to say to him before was probably the same thing, and it seemed that Du Chun's worries were absolutely correct.

After a simple dinner, I rolled on the bed with Wangcai in my arms, there was no sleepiness, and various fragments and pictures kept flashing in my mind.

For a while, it was Situ Feng, and for a while, all kinds of thoughts came to him, making him feel very distressed, and he was originally unable to fall asleep when he turned his head upside down, but now he also began to have troubles, and began to have insomnia all night long.

In the second half of the night, before he had fallen asleep, he got up as soon as he was slumped, and he remembered a man who he had to go and see.

Opening the door, the sky was full of stars all over the Milky Way, Ye Xiaochuan carried Wangcai and flew directly into the sky, and the direction he went to was the back mountain.

I didn't go to Siguo Cliff, nor did I go to Grandpa Monkey King to drink, but I came to a remote house outside the bamboo forest in the back mountain.

Every time Ye Xiaochuan saw the two big white lanterns hanging at the door of the ancestral hall, exuding a miserable white luster in the gloomy darkness, he felt very permeating, he was thinking, should he put forward an opinion, the effect of hanging yellow lanterns would be better?

He flicked his fingers on the shoulder of Wangcai, Wangcai reluctantly flew away, the ancestral hall of the patriarch is heavy, and it is not that Wangcai, a flat-haired beast, can enter casually, if he accidentally knocks over the spiritual position of the ancestor, it is not too much to chop it whether it is braised or boiled soup.

Ye Xiaochuan walked up the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall and came to the gate of the ancestral hall, this place he was ripe, and in the past eight years, he has come to steal the fruit and peach of the ancestors of the past dynasties to eat.

He pushed the door open a crack, his head sticking in first, his neck stuck in the crack and his eyes rolling.

The ancestral hall is very bright, hundreds of fish oil candles form rows of candle feasts on the wooden shelves, these candles do not seem to blow out after dawn, and only a wealthy sect like Cangyunmen will be so extravagant, and the budget spent on fish oil candles is estimated to be high every year.

No one, the old man who cleaned the ancestral hall all the year round didn't seem to be there, so Ye Xiaochuan quietly pushed open the door of the ancestral hall and walked into the ancestral hall.