After the demon king took the house, he bent [Cultivation]

Ji Wuya and Chu Tianyou stepped forward, thinking that on the second day of their newlyweds, no one had paid close attention to Chu Tianyou's attitude, but if it took a long time, they would definitely be discovered.

Besides, I'm not Mo Changfeng, so it's okay to act for a while, but if it goes on forever... Forget it, I didn't want to stay in Mo's house at first, so I thought of a reason to leave Mo's main house after a few days.

"Father." Ji Wuya was thinking in his heart, with a smile on his face, he cupped his hands to Mo Xiaoyun.

"You stand behind Wei father with Tianyou." Mo Xiaoyun cared deeply for Mo Changfeng, every word and deed made people see how much he valued his son.

It was precisely because of this that the eldest young master Mo Changfeng did what he deserved. No one dared to gossip behind his back or flatter him because of his poor health.

"Yes."

The gate of the ancestral hall was closed tightly, and the ancestral hall of the cultivation family was opened only when the ancestors were worshiped at the end of the year, just like now, when the eldest son and grandson got married and entered the family tree.

"Open the ancestral hall." Mo Xiaoyun's tone was calm, and at the same time as he spoke, he pinched the formula in his hand, and in an instant he swung 32 formulas to lift the restriction.

Ji Wuya stood close and had a panoramic view of Mo Xiaoyun's movements. It seemed that the Mo family really had some background.

It's just an ancestral hall, and it actually occupies 32 restrictions. I don't know the solution, and I can't break it by force even below the Nascent Soul Stage.

The gate of the ancestral hall is simple and heavy without any lines, it only lights up when Mo Xiaoyun is kneading the formula, which is a sign that the prohibition on the gate is activated.

At the same time as Mo Xiaoyun hit the last ban, he slid the thumb of his right hand across the pulp of the middle finger, and a drop of blood shot directly at the lines of the ban, and finally melted on top of the ban.

Compared with the previous 32 restrictions, Mo Xiaoyun's last action made Ji Wuya less interested. Aristocratic families value blood inheritance, and the older the family, the more emphasis on blood. This restriction is nothing more than using blood to test whether it is a direct family lineage. .

If Ji Wuya's guess is correct, as Mo Xiaoyun's eldest son "Mo Changfeng", he can also undo the last bloodline restriction.

The moment the restriction was lifted, it was as if an invisible hand slowly pushed the door inward, and when it was fully opened, Mo Xiaoyun stepped in.

He and Chu Tianyou followed closely behind, followed by the family elders and Mo Xingfeng.

Inside the ancestral hall are burning long-burning lamps made of murloc ointment and their souls. Each lamp can last for a hundred years, and in the center is the tablet of the ancestors of the Mo family.

"The 270th and third Patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Xiaoyun, together with the elders of the family and the eldest son and daughter-in-law, paid homage to the ancestors." Mo Xiaoyun took the lead and knelt down, followed by everyone else.

After three kowtows, Mo Xiaoyun stood up.

When Ji Wuya stood up, he felt a little dizzy, and his figure shook a little, thinking that he had really overestimated this body.

To his surprise, Chu Tianyou beside him stretched out his hand to support him.

"Thank you, madam." Ji Wuya looked over and smiled lightly, then stretched out his hand and patted the back of Chu Tianyou's hand.

As expected, I saw Chu Tianyou withdrawing his hand quickly, as if his innocence had been tarnished by something dirty, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help deepening, this kind of little action is really funny.

If it wasn't for the wrong time, Ji Wuya still wanted to tease his wife again, hearing Mo Xiaoyun's voice in his ear, he felt a little pity in his heart.

Mo Xiaoyun invited out the family tree and looked at them kindly. He held a hand-sized ceramic ink cartridge in his hand. The solidified ink exuded a faint fragrance.

"Drop a drop of blood into the ink."

Chu Tianyou raised his hand without saying a word, and made a small cut on his fingertips, and a few drops of blood fell into the ink cartridge.

As soon as the solidified ink came into contact with the blood, it immediately melted into a ball, and finally turned into a few drops of black with red threads. Mo Xiaoyun waved his sleeve, and the liquid turned into three characters and landed on the family tree. superior.

The word Chu Tianyou falls right under the word Mo Changfeng, and the black and red handwriting clearly shows her identity.

"Changfeng." Mo Xiaoyun closed the family tree with satisfaction, and called his name with a smile.

"What's your father's order?"

"In the past, you kept shirking that you were weak enough to be the young Patriarch, but now seeing that your complexion has improved, you have married Tianyou again."

"Although I haven't reached the crown yet, I can't just stay in the Hexuan all day long and ignore everything."

"As the descendant and grandson of Mo's family, you must be the young patriarch. When I accompany Tianyou back to the house, I will go to your Uncle Mo and learn everything that has been left behind over the years."

Mo Xiaoyun said this in front of so many elders of the Mo family, as well as Mo Xingfeng, just to express his attitude.

He, Mo Xiaoyun, is only the eldest son and the legitimate son, the position of the young patriarch will only be Mo Changfeng, and he will also be the patriarch of the Mo family in the future.If other people have an idea in their mind, it is best not to think about it.

Ji Wuya didn't expect Mo Xiaoyun to say that, how could he, a person who was going to leave sooner or later, agree to the words of tying himself to death in Mo's house.

"Father, the child's body is known to the child himself, and it will not be too late to discuss this matter until the crown is reached." Ji Wuya pretended to smile bitterly.

"The godly doctor once said that it is very difficult to survive the weak crown with Changfeng's body. A month ago, he even...was in good and bad health. The matter of the young Patriarch is very important. Dad, you should think about it carefully."

Ji Wuya is just talking nonsense, with his physical condition gradually improving now, even if he doesn't practice Taoism, he can live in peace for a hundred years.

But Mo Xiaoyun didn't know. He heard what Mo Changfeng said, and he just felt that Mo Changfeng had given up completely because he knew his destiny.

Hearing Mo Changfeng's words, Chu Tianyou also thought that his "husband" was in poor health and was a sick child. He almost passed away a month ago. Kneeling down and getting up would cause dizziness, and I don't know when I will die.

Master Daozi felt that it was a bit wrong for him to think so, but it was the truth.

The rest of the elders were originally persuaded by Mo Xiaoyun, but now when they heard what Mo Changfeng said, they felt a little swelled in their hearts.

As for Mo Xingfeng, who had almost no sense of presence, it was not his turn to speak here, he just stood in the corner with his head bowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Patriarch, the old man thinks what Changfeng said is not unreasonable." The black-robed elder standing in the first row at the bottom said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Great Elder, what do you mean?" Mo Xiaoyun frowned, but had no choice but to follow what the Great Elder said.

He doesn't have to listen to the words of other elders, but the status of the Great Elder in the Mo family is only lower than his own, and he is even higher than himself, the head of the family, when dealing with family affairs.

"What the old man means is that since Chang Feng's health has improved now, he should take good care of him. It won't be too late to become the Young Patriarch when he reaches the crown in two years." The Great Elder stroked his long beard.

Mo Xiaoyun frowned, obviously not wanting to agree with the elder's words.

"Father, Changfeng's current body is really coughing, and he is not suitable to be the young Patriarch coughing." Of course, Ji Wuya would not let go of such a good excuse, coughing a few times, his pale face proved his words .

"Forget it, I know you don't take these things seriously." Mo Xiaoyun sighed and gave up this plan.

"The others withdrew, Changfeng and Tianyou stayed behind."

"Yes, master."

"Yes, father."

Mo Xingfeng saluted with the other elders, and retreated in an orderly manner, knowing that it was not suitable for them to be present.

After the others withdrew, the gate of the ancestral hall was closed, leaving only Mo Xiaoyun, Ji Wuya and Chu Tianyou in the ancestral hall.

"Follow me as my father." Mo Xiaoyun walked a few steps forward, bypassing the tablet placed in front, and said to him and Chu Tianyou.

Ji Wuya was puzzled by Mo Xiaoyun's actions, but at this time, he and Chu Tianyou couldn't open their mouths to ask, so they could only follow behind Mo Xiaoyun.

When he saw a wall disappear suddenly, revealing a dark entrance, Mo Xiaoyun took a lamp in his hand and led them in.

There is a secret room in the ancestral hall?Seeing this scene, Ji Wuya thought about it carefully, the one who went to eh had never seen this scene in Mo Changfeng's memory.

The original Mo Changfeng didn't know, so why did he let himself know today that the steps under his feet kept going down, and he had to pay attention to his feet even though it was pitch black.

The door behind him was suddenly closed, blocking all the light outside, Ji Wuya subconsciously reached out to grab Chu Tianyou's hand to protect him.

Ji Wuya calmly withdrew his hand and thought with a smile, almost forgetting that his wife's temperament is different from that of "Chu Tianyou".

Chu Tianyou, who was half a step behind Mo Changfeng, moved away without a trace, dodging the other's overstretched hand, keeping a cold face and being careful not to be touched again.

Not long after walking, Mo Xiaoyun stopped.

Appearing in front of them was a whole black and golden door. With the light of the candle in Mo Xiaoyun's hand, Ji Wuya could see the exquisite and domineering dragon pattern carved on the door. For some reason, this door gave him a feeling somewhat familiar.

This kind of engraving technique and the specially treated lines on it, the door opened in front of them, and when entering the door, Ji Wuya seemingly unintentionally stretched out his hand to brush over the lines.

The embossed dragon pattern is actually flat. At that time, a special technique was used to draw the embossed appearance. The time was too short to see the appearance of the dragon, only a scale and a half of claws could be seen.

The so-called secret room soon appeared in front of them. The layout inside was the same as that of the upper floor, but it could be seen that the materials used to build the secret room were better than the ancestral hall above.

The everlasting lamps that burn for thousands of years are lit all around, but in front of the painting in the center are two everlasting lamps that will last for thousands of years.

A portrait and two everlasting lamps are the whole secret room.

Mo Xiaoyun first stepped forward and respectfully knelt down in front of the portrait to burn a stick of incense, and then motioned for the two of them to do the same.

When Ji Wuya saw my portrait, he almost couldn't hold back the expression on his face, it was clearly him in the portrait.

No, to be precise, it was him in the previous life.

At any rate, it was his own face. After seeing it for thousands of years, he would never admit his mistake.But why does his portrait appear under the Mo family's ancestral hall?

Could it be that he has something to do with the Mo family and he doesn't remember?