On the morning of the Qingming Festival, behind the crowd of the Chen family to worship their ancestors, more than a dozen teenagers and girls of different ages had solemn expressions and some expectations, one by one on tiptoe and stretched their necks to pay attention to the movements of the adults, lest it would be their turn to be embarrassed.

The Chen family is not a famous family in China, and the residence is relatively scattered, so it is rare to have the opportunity to gather in one place, so few people do not come to participate in each ancestor worship activity, and there are several people in wheelchairs in the crowd, and it is said that the sacrifice is also an opportunity for the descendants of the Chen family to get the mysterious inheritance of their ancestors.

Reciting sacrifices, offering incense, and prostrating, the ritual is not complicated, but the old ancestral hall is too small, and it seems crowded to accommodate seven or eight people every time they enter, and the juniors are eager to be favored by their ancestors, praying that the rare opportunity can fall on them, and they must always delay a little more time inside, so the speed of the team's advancement is becoming slower and slower.

Chen Cheng followed the end of the crowd, moving his steps mechanically, in his image, over the years, in addition to the parents and the old lady in Chang'an and the third uncle's house in Kyoto, the other relatives of the Chen family seem to have no family affection at all, the indifference of human affection is not as good as the familiar neighbors, the older generation is so, the younger generation is even more unbearable, this time if it is not for the compulsion of his father, he will not participate in this kind of sacrificial ceremony, too dull!

Just when Chen Cheng was looking forward to ending soon, a vague sound intermittently stimulated his eardrums, Chen Cheng was sure that the sound was from the ancestral hall, and he felt a little weird and frightened inexplicably.

He noticed that the expressions of his cousins and elders around him were solemn and natural, as if he hadn't heard the strange voice, and finally gave up the idea of leaving immediately, so he was also an eighteen-year-old man, how could he be scared to pee in front of so many people!

"Could it be that the ancestral hall really hides the inheritance of the Chen family, and am I the one who was chosen?" Chen Cheng thought about it, and a classic and funny movie line suddenly popped up in his mind, almost making him laugh out loud.

"Little brother, I see that your roots are peculiar, if he opens up the second vein of Rendu, he will become a great weapon, and I have a fate with you, I have the Nine Yin True Scripture, Jiuyang Divine Skill, Rulai Divine Palm, Qiankun Great Shift, Six Veins Divine Sword, Eighteen Palms of Descending Dragon, and Yijin Sutra

Dugu Nine Swords ......"

No one paid attention to the change in Chen Cheng's expression, even if the elders saw his absent-minded appearance, they could understand that these teenagers who were born under the red flag of the Xinhua Governor were resistant to feudal superstition, and the younger generations were at most curious about the so-called inheritance of the Chen family, and it was funny to convince them that it was funny.

Two months later, Chen Cheng will face the college entrance examination, which is also the day he will turn 18. I don't know why since he entered high school, even if it is a centimeter taller, it has become a luxury, and with that incomparably thin body, Chen Cheng looks thinner and thinner compared to his peers, the only thing that can make him talk about ** is that he has an angular cheek, and that long hair like a comic character, super cool! Super handsome! At least that's what he thinks.

"Xiao Cheng, why are you in a daze? If you don't hurry over, it will be your turn soon!" Chen's father slapped his son on the shoulder, pulling him back to reality from his wild thoughts, and Chen Cheng realized that he had fallen behind when he heard his father's reminder.

"Can't talk about it well, Dad! A few of them are really, they don't know how to call me when they walk so fast!" Chen Cheng grinned and rubbed his shoulders, quickened his pace to follow, and had a lot of opinions about his father's surprise attack.

Chen Cheng was the last group of people to enter the ancestral hall, and there were three cousins and a cousin with a total of five people, because he was one step later than others, he had to stand on the very edge.

Looking up, the furnishings in the ancestral hall were not what he imagined, there were no statues of Bodhisattvas or ancestors, but on the wall in front of him hung a beautifully framed portrait of a man in a long robe, the color of the scroll had long been old and yellow, and it did look like an old object.

The table under the scroll was densely packed with hundreds of spirit tablets engraved with names, and Chen Cheng suddenly found that his grandfather's name was also among them, and his expression immediately became much more serious.

"Okay, that's just a few of you, the family should have taught you a few words of sacrifice before you came, just remember to recite it silently when you kowtow for the third time, can you hear it clearly?" said an elder in charge of the sacrifice to a few people with an expressionless face.

When Chen Cheng came in, he saw three incense burners the size of flower pots filled with incense candles, which was obviously convenient for the three of them to incense at the same time, but there was only one fixed position for kowtowing, which was a stone platform polished with crimson marble, which was still flat and smooth after I don't know how many years it had been placed.

Chen Cheng was still in the last place, when it was his turn, I don't know why he was still a little excited in his heart, and after entering the ancestral hall, the strange voice disappeared, Chen Cheng thought that he had been reviewing his homework too hard recently, and his brain had an illusion.

The moment Chen Cheng stepped on the stone platform, he found that everything around him was instantly isolated, and the noisy conversation outside the ancestral hall disappeared, and at the same time, an elusive force seemed to oppress his body, forcing his legs to kneel forward involuntarily.

Chen Cheng felt that the speed of his heartbeat suddenly increased, the blood in his body seemed to be boiling, his whole body was extremely hot, and at the same time, his head felt groggy.

"What's going on?"

Chen Cheng wanted to get up and call for help, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound, and a strange force controlled his body and made the same kowtowing movements as everyone else.

The moment his forehead touched the stone platform, Chen Cheng felt as if his head had been hit by a high-speed flying football, and Chen Cheng lost consciousness after a "buzz".

"Am I dying like this!" was Chen Cheng's last thought.

"Guotao's son fainted?"

"You didn't see that kid who was as thin as a hemp pole, with a sick face. ”

"Look at that hair cut like a little deflated, I'm afraid it's real that it's hollowed out by wine!"

"It's nonsense, it's a relative, is it so unbearable?"

Chen Cheng's accident fell into the mouths of others, and there were all kinds of speculations, and in the end, some people even said that it was because he was not pious, and it was completely because he was punished by his ancestors.

The rain stopped, and the sunlight shone through the water droplets on the window glass. In the ward of Tianjiang People's Hospital, Chen Cheng's mother, Feng Jingyi, didn't know when she fell asleep on her son's bedside, and she was too tired to take care of her son in the past two days.

This is the third day after Chen Cheng fainted.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Cheng, who was lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes, rolled his eyes and looked around, but he didn't move his body in a hurry, nor did he make a little noise, just lying quietly and stupidly.

A few minutes later, I suddenly saw him pinching his thigh with his hand, sucking it, feeling that the pain was still so real, Chen Cheng couldn't help but want to roar loudly, but his mother was sleeping, and he couldn't bear to wake up, "The original internal injuries of the hemp egg are all suffocated!"

Chen Cheng slowly lifted the quilt to support his body, trying to get down from the other side of the hospital bed. Before he could sit up completely, Feng Jingyi was awakened by her son's movement, grabbed Chen Cheng's arm, and before she could speak, tears had already burst out of her eyes.

"......Son! You're going to scare your mom to death, so lie down and don't move...... I'll call the doctor to come and take a look, don't move!" Feng Jing choked up and asked a bunch of questions before remembering to inform the doctor first.

"Mom, don't worry, how long have I been in the hospital?" asked Chen Cheng as he brushed his hair.

"You've been in a coma for three days, you know, why didn't you say it sooner if you weren't in good health, do you know how worried your mother is? Lie down obediently!" Chen's mother's mood was much better than just now.

Half an hour later, Chen Cheng's father, Chen Guotao, rushed to the hospital with his little daughter after receiving the news. "Brother, why did you wake up! Mom doesn't accompany me!" said the little sister Chen Qian angrily as soon as she entered the door. The little girl is less than four years old this year, with two pigtails, and a pair of big furry eyes on her round face, which are very cute when they blink and wink.

"Dad, you're here so fast! I just told my mom not to let you come, anyway, I'll be discharged from the hospital in a while, and it's not a big deal...... Huh, Dad, what's wrong with your face?"

"The bad guy bullied my father just now!" Father Chen touched a slightly bruised bruise on his face before he could explain, Chen Qian had already rushed to say with an exaggerated expression.

Chen Cheng and Feng Jingyi turned their eyes to Chen Guotao at the same time, he wondered that although his father was a veteran, he had always been kind, how could he have a conflict with others?

"Don't listen to Sissi's nonsense, when I went out, I ran into two scoundrels and pulled a few times. Chen's father immediately explained.

"Guotao, it can't be a matter of equipment bidding, someone deliberately hurts!" Chen Mu seemed to know something.

"No, how can it be as serious as you say," Chen's father didn't want to explain more, so he changed the subject, "What did the doctor say? Do you want to stay for a few more days?"

As soon as Chen Cheng heard that someone was asking his father for trouble, he immediately didn't want to stay, even if he had something to do, he didn't want to stay in the hospital, "Dad! What the hell is going on! What are you doing to hide from us!"

"What are you guessing, if that's the case, how can you only find two little **? ”

It was late at night, Chen Cheng stood in front of the bedroom window, a soft ray of moonlight through the window, sprinkled on the windowsill, the dim street lamp in the distance looked so calm on the silent road, but his heart could not be calm.

In fact, there is a secret Chen Cheng has never told his parents, after he fainted, he experienced a bizarre dream, dreaming that he got the mysterious inheritance of the Chen family, and his brain was forcibly filled with a lot of unclear information, and there was a voice that has been guiding him to practice meditation, and then made a lot of strange movements.

What Chen Cheng couldn't understand was that he had spent three full days practicing a mysterious exercise in his dream, he had never experienced such a complete and clear dream, and when he woke up, he immediately tried it according to the exercise in the dream, the effect was not obvious, but he always felt that something was flowing in his body, which was very comfortable and magical.

In addition to bizarre dreams, his father had conflicts with people during the day, which made him a little worried, and from his parents' conversation, Chen Cheng was sure that someone wanted to threaten his father. Looking at his small body, Chen Cheng shook his head and slowly closed the curtains helplessly.

"Emerald Tent, Red Sand Version, Soul Asked, Blood Implicated"

"I have inherited it, I am talented, I respect my mantle, I am dedicated, I am dedicated, I am eloquent, and I am ...... in detail"

Chen Cheng soon fell asleep, and in his sleep he felt that he had broken into a thick fog, because of the thick fog, he could no longer see anything but himself, he was like a feather drifting aimlessly with the fog, and he felt very comfortable.

At this time, I don't know where a deep voice suddenly came, chanting a text that I didn't understand very well, the voice was not loud, but it was clear to the ear, and then these contents were like carved into Chen Cheng's brain, and he couldn't help but be attracted by those contents.

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