"Thank you so much, Patriarch, for your support. My disciple is grateful."
Ye Wuque cupped his fists and saluted, then spoke respectfully.
But his face was always calm and did not show any excessive emotions.
This made Patriarch Tai Cang feel surprised and amazed.
This Ye Wuque, although he and Sheng Haoxuan looked at each other and were both astonishingly talented and beautiful monsters, his personality was completely different from that of Sheng Haoxuan.
To a certain extent, Patriarch Tai Cang found that he could not understand the young man in front of him at all.
But this made Patriarch Tai Cang look forward to it even more.
"By the way, before you go to Haijiao Pass, you first go to the inheritance place and choose an inheritance. As a quasi-spiritual child, you naturally have to do this."
"An inheritance will also help your strength. In addition, if you can return with perfect merit, you will understand by then."
Patriarch Taicang looked at Ye Wuque meaningfully and said this, the hint was already obvious.
"clear."
Ye Wuwei nodded and agreed.
"Okay, I'm looking forward to your performance. I have one last sentence, please remember it well!"
Grandmaster Taicang's social situation suddenly became serious.
"If within two years you find that you can't do anything and you really can't complete the task, then you must choose to give up and don't act out of emotion."
"The mission is to hone you, but not to force you to death. If you die, then everything will be meaningless."
"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood."
"No matter what half-quasi-spiritual authority or great opportunity, it is not as important as your own life."
"Thank you, Patriarch. Disciple understands."
Ye Wuque spoke respectfully.
"Um."
Patriarch Tai Cang smiled and nodded gently, and then his figure began to become blurry quickly, and the complete space began to collapse.
Ye Wuque's eyesight went dark again, and his whole body seemed to be drifting into the distance.
outside world.
Under the statue of the founder, Ye Wuque seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture, with his eyes slightly closed and standing motionless.
Pan'er on the side kept blinking at Ye Wuque with big eyes, and seemed to finally be unable to bear the worry and said: "Grandpa Ying, why doesn't the eldest brother wake up? Is he okay? Pan'er is so worried!"
The skinny old man sat cross-legged quietly. After hearing Pan'er's words, a pair of eyes on his blurry face seemed to look at Pan'er and said: "This is a necessary process. When Quasi Lingzi and Lingzi come to the Ancestral Master Hall, both
It was taught by the Patriarch himself."
"It won't be long before he wakes up."
As soon as the skinny old man finished speaking, the motionless Ye Wuque slowly opened his eyes.
"Big brother!"
Pan'er suddenly spoke in surprise, immediately jumped towards Ye Wuque, and hugged Ye Wuque's thigh.
Ye Wuque chuckled again and picked up Pan'er.
"Already know the mission?"
The voice of the skinny old man sounded, hoarse and aged, but there was no sadness or joy in it.
"I understand, thank you... sir."
Ye Wuque paused, and finally called the skinny old man "sir."
"In that case, it's time for you to leave."
The skinny old man didn't know whether he was looking at Pan'er or Ye Wuque, and said calmly.
"Is big brother leaving?"
"Pan'er can't bear to leave my big brother!"
Pan'er, who was smiling happily at first, seemed to know that Ye Wuque was about to leave. At this moment, her emotions became dripping, and her pink and jade-carved face showed a trace of deep reluctance, and she was about to cry again.
Ye Wuque gently rubbed Pan'er's little head and said softly: "Pan'er is good, big brother will come to see you again."
"Really?"
Pan'er looked at Ye Wuque expectantly.
"real."
Ye Wuque nodded with a smile.
Pan'er immediately jumped out of Ye Wuque's arms, then waved her little hand desperately towards Ye Wuque and said, "Well, see you later, big brother!"
"See you later."
"Farewell, disciple!"
After Ye Wuque saluted the skinny old man, he walked out of the Patriarch Hall. After stepping out, he turned around and waved his hand to Pan'er before gradually walking away.
"Goodbye, big brother..."
Pan'er ran to the door, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Ye Wuque who was gradually going away. Her little face was full of reluctance and her little hands were still shaking.
Until Ye Wuque's figure completely disappeared from the valley, she was still reluctant to leave. In addition, there was a kind of loneliness and deep loneliness on her face.
"Pan'er."
The voice of the skinny old man suddenly sounded.
"Grandpa Shadow."
Pan'er turned around and looked at the skinny old man.
"Stay away from this person in the future! Don't get close to him!"
The skinny old man spoke like this, and at the same time, his eyes seemed to be looking in the direction Ye Wuque was leaving, with a hint of coldness in his tone.
"Ah? Why!! Big brother is a good person! Pan'er likes big brother so much, and big brother also likes Pan'er! Why..."
"You won't listen to what Grandpa Ying says?"
The skinny old man withdrew his gaze and looked at Pan'er.
Pan'er's little mouth suddenly flattened, big tears suddenly fell from her eyes, and she cried in grievance.
"But, but..."
Buzz!
However, the door of the Patriarch Hall was slowly closed, and Pan'er's voice could not be heard at all.
This side.
After leaving the valley, Ye Wuque immediately headed in the other direction of the ancient alliance.
That direction is naturally the place of inheritance!
Ye Wuque naturally understood the implications of Grandmaster Taicang's words. As a quasi-spiritual son, he indeed needed to choose a heavenly spirit inheritance.
Every disciple of the Nine Lineages of the Ancient Alliance needs to go to the inheritance place to choose inheritance.
"Brother Silver Saint told me that the ancient alliance has rules. The land of inheritance only has the opportunity to openly choose inheritance every three months..."
Ye Wuque counted the time.
"Hmm, what a coincidence, is it today?"
Originally he thought he would have to wait for two days, but he didn't expect it to be today, so he couldn't miss it. If he missed today, he would have to wait three months.
He doesn't have time to waste here.
Half an hour later.
Ye Wuque came to a huge ancient city!
Compared with the original Tianguan at the gate of the ancient alliance, this city is more vast and majestic, suppressing the world!
This city is the place of inheritance.
But at this moment, in front of the place of inheritance, disciples of the Nine Meridians were standing, and all of them looked a little ugly.
And the appearance of Ye Wuque immediately attracted countless disciples before the inheritance!
"Master Ye!"
"Master Ye is here!"
...
Ye Wuque felt that the scene in front of him was a bit strange. Why were so many disciples standing in front of the inheritance place instead of going in?
But soon he found that the door to the inheritance place was closed!
With a flash of his eyes, Ye Wuque slowly approached the place of inheritance.
"He who comes, stop there!!"
At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the city gate, and a man in his thirties, covered in armor, and with an arrogant temperament appeared there, looking down at Ye Wuque from a high position!
"I'm sorry, the inheritance place is temporarily closed for one day today. My family has something to do inside! Please come back tomorrow!"
The Ling Ao man looked down at Ye Wuque, half-smiling.
As soon as these words came out, Ye Wuque had no expression on his face and just said lightly: "You don't know me?"
"I know you! Of course I know you! The seventh quasi-lingzi of the ancient alliance! See you, Lord Ye!"
The Ling Ao man cupped his fist and saluted Ye Wuque, but there was no hint of awe in his tone, and he still seemed to be smiling.
"Open the door."
Ye Wuque's tone was calm.
"I'm sorry! Mr. Ye, please forgive me, my master is inside, and he likes to be quiet and doesn't like anyone to disturb him!"
"So, Mr. Ye, please forgive me, please go back first! Come back tomorrow! My master will not be here tomorrow!"
The Ling Ao man repeated these words again.
"Who is your master...?"
Ye Wuque's face was expressionless.
When the Ling Ao man heard this, the half-smiling expression on his face turned into a look of sincere awe, but deep in his eyes that corroded Ye Wuque, there was a hint of mockery.
"Reporting to Lord Ye! My name is Yelan, and he is the third in the ancient alliance... a quasi-spiritual son!"
"Master Ye should have seen him at Master Ye's coronation ceremony not long ago."
"So I hope Master Ye will give me some face!"
Especially on the three words "third place", the Ling Ao man put an emphasis on it. After finishing speaking, he looked down at Ye Wuque, with the expression on his face still half-smiling.