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Kunlun stretches for thousands of miles and is located in the southern foot area, with pine waves like the sea and blue waves.
This area is like the core area of a paradise, a magnificent and ancient building complex is located in it.
Above the main entrance of the carved beam painting building, the ancient and clumsy font reads the word "Ji's"!
Here, it is the ancestral land of the Ji clan, the most numerous in the Shenlong clan.
Located at the very center of the building complex, stands a huge statue of several tens of meters high. A majestic and heroic man riding a five-clawed dragon is lifelike, as if going straight into the nine layers of heaven at any time.
At this time, it was approaching noon.
There were nearly a thousand Ji family men, women and children, dressed in orthodox and solemn service, neatly lined up in several square arrays, standing in front of the huge dragon-riding man sculpture.
On the wide and long sandalwood altar table, ambergris incense is curled up, and the offering is like a royal banquet.
Here, a grand ancestor worship ceremony is taking place!
At the front of each phalanx, there are some elders in the clan.
The Ji family has a large number of people with dozens of lines. Many young people actually don't know each other.
In the middle, a square array facing the statue is now the main line of the house.
As the elder grandson of the main line, Ji Yutang can only stand in the middle of the square, because there are many elders and elders in this line in front of him.
At this moment, Ji Yutang's face was a little uneasy, because there was no one to come to an empty spot beside him.
On the side, Ji Rulan, who rushed back to the family to participate in the ceremony, also realized his brother's heart disease, and asked in a low voice, "Han Tian... didn't leave the customs?"
"I don't know, I have sent someone to rush him for the seventh time. I don't know if I can call him out...
This kid... After the last World War in Beijing, he couldn't get out, and no one was seen. It may be that he was mad while practicing," Ji Yutang said helplessly.
Standing in front of the siblings was their father Ji Kangnian.
Hearing the noise behind him, Ji Kangnian turned back and frowned and asked: "The cold weather hasn't come yet? What the hell is doing!? Does this kid have any etiquette!?"
Ji Yutang laughed and said, "Father, I have sent someone to urge you, don't worry."
Ji Kangnian suddenly became angry, and reprimanded: "Rehearsing... This kind of thing still needs to be urged so many times!? Does he know how important today's festival is!
This time your great ancestors went out and successfully raised the cultivation base to Shenqi Great Perfection, and also raised the Shenlong bloodline to the realm of Yinglong!
Among the ancient gods organized by Ye Wuya, no one is invincible!
This time, your great ancestors will go to face Ye Wuya, fight with him, and rectify the name of our Ji family!
Today, in order to regain the status of the Ji family, we hold an ancestor worship ceremony, pray for the protection of ancestors, and see off your great ancestors...
Han Tian, as the eldest grandson of our main line, how can he only practice his exercises and not come out to meet his great-great-grandfather!
This incident let other tribesmen know, isn't it because they let their tongues say that there is a problem with the upbringing of the descendants of our main line! ? "
Ji Yutang looked melancholy, he also had a hard time talking, as a father, but because of those things before, Ji Hantian looked down upon him.
He didn't dare to get angry with Ji Hantian, because Ji Hantian was not afraid of him at all.
At this time, a servant cautiously walked behind Ji Yutang and reported: "My son, Master Hantian is unwilling to come out...
However, this time he wrote a note and asked the villain to pass it to you, saying that this is the reason why he didn't come, don't go...both him..."
Ji Yutang's complexion changed, her eyes were suspicious, and Ji Rulan was also suspicious on the side.
Taking the note handed over by the next person, Ji Yutang slowly unfolded it.
After seeing the four simple words written on them clearly, Ji Yutang's eyes were startled, and he quickly closed the note again!
"Brother, what's the matter?" Ji Rulan didn't feel right.
Ji Kangnian also turned around and asked, "What did that kid write?"
Ji Yutang clenched the note tightly and said with a smile: "What else can it be? He said he wants to practice qigong."
"Practicing exercises... No matter how fast his cultivation base improves, can he have the strength of his great-great-grandfather's cultivation base
It would be extremely arrogant not to take advantage of this opportunity to come out to ask his great-great-grandfather humbly for advice! "Ji Kangnian shook his head and sighed.
At this time, an old man wearing a white-bottomed gold-thread dragon-patterned gown, with a childlike face, stepped onto the high platform where the sacrifice was made in front of the sculpture.
He turned around, looked solemn and solemn, and said loudly: "Ji's ancestor worship ceremony, officially begins! Okay, three prayers and nine knocks!!"
Hong Zhong's voice spread to the ears of the entire Ji clan.
Ji Kangnian and Ji Yutang dared not whisper any more, and hurriedly bowed to the ancestor sculpture in accordance with the etiquette.
When the salute was over, a man wearing a black robe, who appeared to be in his fifties and exuding a vulgar temperament, stepped onto the high platform.
Thousands of people from the Qianji clan looked at this man, showing their admiration and eagerness.
The white-robed old man took out three sticks of good incense, handed it to the black-robed man, and said with a smile: "Peng Chun, go to the Ye clan this time, I wish you a big setback of the old man Ye Wuya, let him understand, clan, Shenlong clan, he is no longer alone in the final say!"
"With the auspicious words of the Great Elder, I would also like to thank the Presbyterian Church for this grand cheer for Pengchun.
This time, my Ji Pengchun swears in front of our ancestors... I will prove to all the children of the clan that I, the Ji clan, is the first clan of the Shenlong clan! "
Ji Pengchun looked like a bamboo in his chest, and took the three sticks of incense, representing everyone in the clan, and stepped forward to insert the incense into the incense burner respectfully.
Under the high platform, the elders and children of the Ji family were all excited and shouted in excitement.
Since the birth of the god of war, Ye Wuya, the Ji family has never been able to return to the position of the overlord of the Shenlong clan.
The more people there were, the more I felt aggrieved, and I was stunned by the few people and few masters of Ye's.
Now, Ji Pengchun, the number one master in the clan, has been in retreat for fifty years, and finally raised his strength to Shenqi Dzogchen, and also raised the blood of the dragon to the realm of Yinglong.
This level of strength is already a child of thousands of clans, a peerless master who can't even dream of it!
They are confident that even if Ji Pengchun makes a move this time, even if he can't defeat Ye Wuya, he will at least not be let down by the wind!
When the time comes, Ji's status will naturally return to its peak!
"Dear elders, brothers and compatriots in the clan, Peng Chun will go to the Ye clan and will meet Ye Wuya for a while. Everyone, wait for good news!"
Ji Pengchun calmly carried his hands on his back, and as soon as his toes stepped on the ground, it was as if there was a wind that swept his body directly!
Suddenly, Ji Pengchun had already flown into the air and flew quickly toward the northwest!
"Did you see it!? That is the power of the wind that Yinglong realm can have! It can really fly!!" The Ji clan people were amazed.
Seeing the great ability of her great-grandfather, Ji Rulan was also full of excitement, and said: "I have never seen Ye Wuya use such an ability. It seems...this time our Ji family can really be proud of it! Isn't it, Yutang?"
When Ji Yutang heard her sister's words, he nodded with a smile on his face, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.
"When the time comes, I will have to let Ye Wuya tell me where I have hidden my Feng'er!" Ji Rulan's eyes flushed with anger.
However, Ji Yutang didn't want to say anything more. He was alone and turned and walked out of the crowd.
Released his hand, opened the note sent by Ji Hantian, and glanced at the four words on it...
"I can't help myself..."
Ji Yutang squinted, and within three seconds, he immediately shredded the paper into confetti and floated away.
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