Mo Ran stared at the many spiritual positions in front of him, trying to see the spiritual positions in the top row clearly, but it was too high, and the words on the ranking were small, so she couldn't see them at all.

Then she turned to look down and found Mo Xiujie's tablet and Mo Laojiu's.

Mo Ran's doubtful gaze turned to the crazy old nine, "Then are you a ghost now?"

Crazy Lao Jiu was finishing a banana and threw the banana peel on the marble floor where Guangkejianren said, "That's right, why, the little girl is afraid?"

"Is it possible?"

"Well, I have a lot of courage and a deep mind. It's rare..."

Mo Ran looked at the spirit positions that did not move. Although she didn't know how the Crazy Old Nine brought her to this place, it was clearly the Mo family's ancestral hall. But she had also seen Yunbu in Mojia Village, and the characters written on it were different from this ancestral hall.

To be precise, there are much less cloud cloth on it, and the spiritual positions in this ancestral hall are obviously more than those on cloud cloth! In this way, the Mo family seems to have a long history...

It is strange that a small mountain village living deep in the mountains has such a long history...

Moreover, I remember that when Aunt Fugui mentioned Mr. Mo San's generation, she asked a few more questions about them. The outstanding figures of that generation were ranked eleven. When they walked out of the village during the war, they later had different actions and several people who dominated the country.

But except for the fact that Mo Sanye was alive and the Crazy Old Man died nine years ago, the rest of the people had long passed away, and their names were clearly recorded on Yunbu.

But now when Mo Ran looked at this ancestral hall again, there were clearly a few blank spaces!

For example, the man who called Mo Laoba, and the man who went to the sea back then...

"The person you haven't found is that you are not dead yet. Have you seen enough? If you continue to look at it, your ancestors will not jump out to say hello to you. It's time to do a good job."

Crazy Lao Jiu can always guess what she is thinking, Mo Lao Ba and Mo Shiyi are not dead...

"What else is there?" Mo Ran turned around and asked.

At this moment, Crazy Lao Jiu had already solved a duck with Huang Cencen on the altar, and threw the bones all over the floor. Crazy Lao Jiu burped his stomach, then applied oil on his clothes, and ate and drank enough, saying: "Of course the important things are put in the last."

As he said that, the Crazy Old Nine smiled at Mo Ran, "Little Girl, take you to have a long experience. Are you ready?"

Although the scented roast duck also had the suspected smell of green onions, the mad Lao Jiu's wretched face and yellow teeth all over his mouth, Mo Ran raised his head and couldn't help but twitch, unexpectedly, Mo Ran's heart was filled with a trace of passion that he could not even explain the reason for the mad Lao Jiu who pretended to be mysterious.

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it!" Mo Ran said in accordance with what he thought.

"Hmph, honestly, I like old man." The crazy old man hummed twice, suddenly turned around and sat cross-legged on a cushion, pinching a few strange gestures in his hand.

Several bronze beasts squatting around the ancestral hall shot out a few golden lights! Converging on the hands of Crazy Lao Jiu! The mad Lao Jiu's vulgar face suddenly became extremely solemn!

The golden light pierced Mo Ran couldn't open his eyes, but she still looked hard and saw the crazy old nine constantly changing gestures. Soon after, a plane like water wave suddenly appeared in front of him!

At first it was only the size of a mirror, and gradually, the waves continued to spread, and it stopped until one person was tall!

The Crazy Old Nine suddenly shouted "Open!" and then heard him say without looking back: "Mo Ran comes here!"

Mo Ran immediately stepped forward, and the crazy old man grabbed Mo Ran's shoulder and rushed to the water-like plane! He was confused for a while, as if a while had passed, but it seemed that it was just a moment. When Mo Ran opened his eyes again, he had already left the ancestral hall, which was another strange place!

After looking around quietly, there seemed to be a dimness that could never be dissolved and a tranquility that could never be broken.

In the limitless space, all human movements are isolated. All there is here - a stele, yes, it is a stele!

This is clearly a huge forest of steles!

The stele of all sizes is arranged neatly in rows, with only simple words on the stele. Mo Ran swept about a few nearby, but saw one of the steles engraved with "Pierre Palm", the other engraved with "Die Cloud Sword", and the other engraved with "The Eight-Armor Technique of the Longitudinal Eight-Armor Technique".

This is... a martial arts secret book? Mo Ran couldn't help but think that these names sounded like some martial arts, but how could they be engraved on the monument? And there were only names, no text!

Mo Ran couldn't help looking at the crazy old man: "Should you explain it to me?"

Mo Ran wanted to know too much! She could calmly accept that she was brought by a ghost, and that she could accept the ancestral halls and stele forests that appeared out of thin air, but she always had to know what the energy the Crazy Old Nine used just now? What was the purpose of bringing her to the stele forest?

"Hehe, coming to the Mo family's Stele Forest is enough for you, a little girl, to be proud for the rest of your life!" The Crazy Old Nine's legs were trembling with smugness, as if he was taking out what a coveted treasure.

He walked to a stone tablet, touched the three words "Dieyun Sword" on it, and introduced it slowly: "This stack of cloud sword is a medium-level martial art. If you have achieved success in your learning, a sword can penetrate the clouds and fog, which is comparable to thunder! A martial art that can be used for no exchange for no money!

As for the eight-legged art of the vertical and horizontal art, although it is a lower-level martial art of the earth level, the art of the Qimen Dunjia cannot be generalized with combat skills. If you can really understand the essence of it, you can still be rampant even in the Sumeru realm where people can eat people..."

Although the crazy old man looked arrogant, those words came out of his mouth without any interruption, and there was a subtle look of contempt.

Mo Ran's eyes were deep. Although she could not understand the so-called heavenly level and earthly level, although she could hardly imagine what the realm was comparable to thunder, and although she did not know what the Sumeru Realm was, the content of this heavenly book still excited Mo Ran.

Mo Ran listened quietly, but she vaguely knew that a door she had never touched was slowly opening in front of her!
Chapter completed!