Ye Xiaochuan is a person who respects teachers very much. He has been taught by Zui Taoist for many years and has been influenced by Cangyun Sect. Although he is naughty, he never fails to be polite.
He walked to the huge sacred table, reached out with a familiar hand and pulled out three fine Zen incense sticks from the side. After lighting it on the candle, he bowed three times to the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the past generations, and then inserted the three fine Zen incense sticks in the
He went into the incense burner on the altar, and when the green smoke was just swirling up, he had already grabbed the largest red apple in the fruit bowl, rubbed it on his clothes a few times, and ate it with his mouth open.
In the entire Cangyun Sect, he was the only one who dared to eat the fruit on the altar table, and it seemed that he had not been struck by lightning for so many years.
As soon as he turned around, Ye Xiaochuan screamed in fright.
I saw the haggard old man, holding a blank spiritual tablet in his hand, appearing silently behind him. His sinister eyes and wrinkled old face made Ye Xiaochuan's heart skip a beat.
"I'm so scared to death! Are you walking silently?"
Ye Xiaochuan patted his chest with a look of lingering fear.
The old man said hoarsely: "I haven't seen you for more than three months, why are you still so rude? How many times have I told you not to eat the fruit in secret? You are not afraid of being punished by God!"
Ye Xiaochuan curled his lips and said: "God's punishment? Who should be punished? I am also a disciple of Cangyun. If I eat an apple, how can my ancestors be the same as me?"
The old man snorted and said, "You must have just come back. Why are you here so late?"
Ye Xiaochuan gnawed on the apple, blinked and said: "I have insomnia tonight, can't sleep. Do you think I'm a bitch? I've been sleeping in the open air for the past few years, and I've slept very soundly. Even if I eat in the desert during this time,
Shasha could also fall asleep, but when he returned to Cangyun, he lay on the soft brocade quilt and couldn't fall asleep."
The old man glanced at Ye Xiaochuan and said calmly: "It seems that you are destined to have a bad fate in your life. If you are not blessed, you only deserve to live a homeless life."
Ye Xiaochuan stared at the old man. If someone had cursed him to be a pauper all his life, he would have punched the other person's teeth out. Forget about the old man in front of him. He is quite old. Ye Xiaochuan has no bad habit of bullying the old man.
.Besides, he felt that he should not be able to defeat the haggard old man in front of him.
When the old man saw that Ye Xiaochuan had stopped talking, he walked to the side and sat down on a shabby futon. He held the three-foot-high spiritual tablet in his left hand and a sharp black knife in his right hand, and continued to carve the spiritual tablet.
Ye Xiaochuan also dragged a futon over and sat down, saying: "This time I went to the wilderness of the Western Regions and heard some things from a friend. If I guess correctly, you must be swimming in the river."
Yun Qiyou is a person of her word. She only mentioned the name of Guojiang Shuiyou, but did not mention the old man in the ancestral hall.
As Ye Xiaochuan's Taoism became more and more sophisticated over the years, he discovered that the old man who guarded the ancestral hall was by no means simple, and could even be described as mysterious. He vaguely knew that there were several masters and uncles living in seclusion in the bamboo forest in the back mountain.
Experts, I always thought that the old man guarding the ancestral hall was also an old master of Cangyun Sect, at least of the same generation as Master Yun Yazi's uncle.
Later, when I heard that Yun Qiyou said that she met a mysterious old man at Samsara Peak, who was also related to the ancient number seven, Ye Xiaochuan first thought of the old people in the bamboo forest, but then he rejected the idea after a second thought.
Ye Xiaochuan has been sneaking into that bamboo forest for the past eight years, but there seems to be a mysterious magic circle in the bamboo forest. No matter how he breaks through, he can't find the bamboo houses in the bamboo forest. Therefore, it is unlikely that Yun Qiyou will encounter it.
Seniors in the bamboo forest.
Then, the old man guarding the ancestral hall appeared in Ye Xiaochuan's mind.
The old man slowly raised his head and said, "Did Xuan Ying tell you, or did Yun Qiyou tell you?"
Ye Xiaochuan said: "No one told me, I guessed it myself, swimming in the river, swimming in the river...it should be fish swimming in the river, right?"
Snapped!
The sharp knife in the old man's hand suddenly seemed to be used too hard, and a large piece of wood chipped off, rendering the entire spiritual tablet unusable.
Ye Xiaochuan laughed and said, "It seems I guessed right, Senior Yao Xiaoyu!"
The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp, but then became extremely cloudy again.
The old man said: "What did you say? I can't understand. Who is Yao Xiaoyu?"
Ye Xiaochuan gnawed the apple into a core, threw it away, and said: "Eight years ago, I found the spiritual tablet of the nine-tailed sky fox demon Xiaoyu in a tree hole in the ancient sacred tree in the back mountain.
There is a jade tablet in the white fox jade statue. I am a very loyal person. I am very familiar with Xiaochi and know that Yao Xiaoyu is her grandmother, so I did not take away the jade tablet for burial. I almost forgot about it.
Well, it wasn’t until I recently discovered that Yun Qiyou was pondering an ancient number seven that I remembered that I had seen this number seven on that jade plaque. Senior Yao Xiaoyu had a jade plaque with the number seven, and Yun Qiyou
You said that your identity is related to this Seven. Are you not the demon Xiaoyu or who are you? Not everyone can own that piece of jade tablet. It is related to the Seven organizations in ancient times, and it is also related to the later guardian clan of the human world.
Am I right?"
The old man looked at Ye Xiaochuan in surprise at this moment and said: "What did you say? You actually know about the guardian clan of the world, and you also know about the Seven Organizations? Where did you hear these things?"
Ye Xiaochuan shrugged and said: "This is not a big secret. I even know the Kunlun seal, let alone such a trivial matter as protecting the clan. Senior, do you admit that you are the Nine-tailed Sky Fox Demon Xiaoyu now?
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The old man shook his head and said, "I don't admit it, do you believe it?"
Ye Xiaochuan smiled and said: "Of course I don't believe it. If you tell me why you have lived here in seclusion for thousands of years, I will tell you a huge secret."
The old man stared at Ye Xiaochuan and said calmly: "I am just a waning old man. I have no interest in other people's secrets. Let me say it again, I am not a demon little fish."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Oh, forget it!"
Ye Xiaochuan patted his butt and stood up, planning to leave the ancestor's ancestral hall. He walked to the door, opened a door, and suddenly stopped again.
He said word by word: "I have seen the second jade tablet representing the seven organizations. If you don't want to know whose hand it is, forget it. I will go to the northern Xinjiang to find the elves recently. I guess I will become the Palm of Cangyun after the eldest brother
I can’t come back before the door, let’s just say goodbye!”
The old man suddenly stood up and said in surprise: "Wait a minute, what did you say? Have you seen the second jade tablet? Has the second jade tablet been born?"
Ye Xiaochuan smiled so happily that he felt that he was a genius child who could guess accurately. As early as Qiming Mountain, he had already guessed that the old man in the ancestor's ancestral hall was swimming in the river, and those who swim in the river are not
Is it just a fish?
Adding the ancient number seven, it was like a line that instantly connected several questions in Ye Xiaochuan's mind.
