Step by step, the seemingly heavy but silent footsteps echoed in this quiet ancient ancestral hall.

Yan Jingchen looked indifferent, ignored the old man's words, walked to the dilapidated statue by himself, stopped, raised his head slightly, and silently stared at the cold eyes of the statue that had been faded by the vicissitudes of time.

The flickering light of the green lantern quietly shone on the statue of this person......

For many years in ancient times, gods and humans no longer saw each other, and after a long time, how many immortal legends that have been passed down through the ages have gradually become unrecognizable.

How much brilliance, how much heroic, in the face of the endless vicissitudes of life, ashes and smoke.

For thousands of years, you have stood here quietly, ignoring the vastness of the world, but how many eyes are willing to gaze at your graceful posture and trace your long-forgotten past?

Yan Jingchen was silent, quietly staring at the idol in front of him, and there seemed to be a faint confusion in his indifferent eyes.

The atmosphere slowly solidified, and there was a quiet piece in the ancestral hall, only those incense candles that had been difficult to burn for many years were burning silently, wafting wisps of light smoke with agarwood.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Jingchen sighed lightly, moved his gaze downward, and looked at the spiritual platform that was shrouded in shadows and enshrined countless ancestors' spiritual positions.

On the Mingding furnace in front of the spiritual platform, his eyes suddenly paused, there, three brand-new standing incense sticks were burning quietly, and in the shadow next to the faded incense burner, a familiar back was facing away from him, and when he saw the old man in front of him, the small empty space at the end of the spiritual platform, the lonely spiritual position, Yan Jingchen's face turned cold.

At this moment, he finally knew why all along, every time there was an ancestor worship ceremony, the real person in charge would enter the ancestral hall without saying a word, and every time he came out, he would be silent for a while.

Yan Jingchen looked at the desolate back in front of him, his eyes became more and more indifferent, as if there was a trace of pity, and he seemed to be sneering.

After a while, his faint words broke the strange tranquility: "After death, you can stand in the ancestral hall of the ancestors, only the great merits of the past dynasties, since you think he is rebellious, and even executed him with your own hands, why are you here to set up a spirit card for him?"

Xuan Xiaozi's body trembled slightly, slowly turned around, and slowly walked out of the shadows.

Under the dim firelight, the expression on the old man's face changed, as if he was also a little tired, and when Yan Jingchen looked at him again, his face was already calm as usual, and the indescribable look of depression was gone, just indifferent.

"He is my disciple after all, and as a disciple of the head of the sect, he has this qualification, although he has no merit in the world and has sinned deeply. ”

Xuan Xiaozi Zhenren said lightly, slowly raised his head, and looked at the head of the Forgotten Dust Peak in front of him.

"Nothing in the world, a great sin?"

Yan Jingchen stared at him deeply, there was a faint trace of indescribable indifference in his eyes, and in an instant, a cold pressure like frost spread from his body, like an invisible and killing wind, swept over the main hall, and all the incense and candle lights, except for the three standing incense sticks that Lin Chen offered when he burned incense and worshiped his ancestors, were all extinguished in an instant!

In the main hall, there was a dead silence in an instant, and in the dark, it seemed that only the two figures were left, silently facing each other.

The old man seemed to have not seen the sudden abrupt change, still quietly looking at the person in front of him, and after a while, he said faintly, as if with a hint of nostalgia: "That year...... It happened to be the year when you first went to Shushan to find him, and I still remember that you went up through Shu Road at that time, and almost alarmed the entire Shushan. ”

In the darkness, Yan Jingchen seemed a little unreal, but those dustless and clear eyes, in such a deep depth, seemed as cold as a cold star.

Xuan Xiaozi sighed, seemed to be caught in the reminiscence of the past, as if he also had a trace of inexplicable relief, and said: "Perhaps, the greatest achievement in his life is to create you, but unfortunately your relationship with him is not known to many people." ”

Yan Jingchen looked at him coldly, and suddenly said: "What is there to say about this? My relationship with him, in the final analysis, is just that he was saved by a seven-year-old child, and he had to teach that child to cultivate immortals, and ten years passed by in a snap of his fingers, and that's it." ”

Xuan Xiaozi looked at him for a long time, suddenly laughed, and didn't say anything more.

Yan Jingchen's face was indifferent, he suddenly took a step, no longer paid attention to the old man, walked straight to the lonely spiritual seat, silently looked at this piece of spirit card that was not lacquered and did not engrave any of the past dust, and then from the incense bag next to the incense burner placed alone in front of the spiritual position, he pulled out a pillar of fine incense, and a little divine light flashed instantly between his fingers, lit the fine incense, was silent for a moment, took a step forward, and inserted the fine incense in his hand into the incense burner under the gaze of the old man.

It's just that before his hand left, the pillar of incense was extinguished in amazement.

After a while, he coldly looked at the old and new incense candles on the Lingtai incense case, and was silent for a long time, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose, revealing an indescribable smile.

At this time, Xuan Xiaozi's cold and indifferent voice came: "It's funny, he is so stubborn, after his death, his spiritual position can't even be painted, can't burn incense, and is not subject to any incense offerings." ”

The corners of Yan Jingchen's mouth moved slightly, and finally shook his head, and sneered: "In this world, a person who can be as stubborn as him is not in vain. ”

Xuan Xiaozi glanced at him calmly, and said indifferently: "Are you talking about your disciple? With your temperament, it is really rare not to save him, but to talk to an old man like me here." ”

Yan Jingchen's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he smiled indifferently and said: "As a disciple of my Yan someone, how can he be obsessed with life and death, since this is his original desire, then he can only rely on himself to go on and live according to his own wishes." ”

Speaking of this, he paused, looked at the old man coldly, was silent for a moment, and said, "My disciple is very similar to him back then, but he is much luckier, because ...... I'm not you. ”

As he spoke, Yan Jingchen turned around and walked towards the gate of the ancestral hall, without looking at the old man again.

Half of Xuan Xiaozi's real body was shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see his expression at the moment, he silently looked at the faintly visible white figure in front of him, and suddenly said indifferently:

"He is no longer my Shushan disciple, even if he can survive this catastrophe, this righteous path will not tolerate him, I am afraid that he will ...... in the future"

Yan Jingchen was about to take a step out of the door, when he suddenly paused slightly, stopped, turned his back to him, and interrupted the old man's words in an indifferent voice-

"In this world, there is no matter what is right, what is evil, humanity is slim, the fairy road is vast, and the senior brother in charge makes people walk on the Haoran Avenue, is it true that my unscrupulous disciple will definitely sink into the sea of misery and cannot be transcended?"

Xuan Xiaozi fell silent.

Yan Jingchen didn't look back, and said indifferently: "When you accepted me on behalf of the late Master Daoyang Zhenren, I said that one day, I would ask you for the sword that executed him, but now it seems that there is no need......

Speaking of this, Yan Jingchen smiled coldly, "Who in the world knows that the head of Shushan, who is the supreme and upright way, is just a poor person who is addicted to his past attachments." ”

The corners of the old man's mouth moved, he slowly turned around, and said calmly: "With your cultivation, it will only be a few days before you can surpass me, at that time, if your disciple is as good as you say, you can do it." ”

The mountain wind outside the hall blew in, bringing cold rain, in front of the ancient wooden gate of the ancestral hall, empty, the figure of white clothes like snow, I don't know when it has long been gone.

Xuan Xiaozi slowly walked to the statue, and looked at the old statue silently, just like Yan Jingchen had done before.

The way of heaven is clear, and the way of the world is right...... It's all vicissitudes.

He stood silently for a long time, and suddenly sighed deeply.

The ancient wooden gate closed silently, and the hall that was originally solemn and quiet suddenly eased down, and all the incense lamps and candles in the hall that had been extinguished by Ling Pressure were all lit up in an instant-

Light smoke wafted and rose in a curling manner, once again permeating this cold and deep ancient ancestral hall.