Chapter 1650 Portrait of the Ancestral House of the Ji Family
Seeing Ji Wushuang leading Chen Xuan towards the back hall, Ji Yong couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, this kid Wushuang..."
"Uncle, Sister Wushuang wants you to recall all the elders of Xuan-level fortune-tellers to work together for divination. Do you want to calculate the fate of the family again?" Ji Wuxin asked nervously and concernedly.
Other Ji family members have the same emotions as him.
Ji said in a serious tone: "Joining forces for divination is a very dangerous thing for fortune tellers. I have to discuss it with Wu Shuang tonight. I must not let her die young like Wu Leng."
Mentioning the name Wu Leng, Ji Yong's eyes showed a sentimental look.
Hearing what the uncle said was so serious, Ji Wuxin became even more worried: "Uncle, we haven't determined yet whether Chen Xuan is the only one who can help our Ji family solve the catastrophe. How can we let Sister Wushuang still have the family Xuan level?"
Where's the fortune teller helping him with his divination? We have already lost Sister Wu Leng, and we cannot lose Sister Wu Shuang again!"
There are hundreds of people in the entire Ji family, and the one with the highest talent in physiognomy is Ji Wushuang.
The younger generation of the Ji family all respect Ji Wushuang very much and do not want anything to happen to her.
Ji Yong could understand the mood of the juniors, but he just sighed and said: "I really have no idea whether Chen Xuan can help our Ji family solve the disaster, but Wushuang is the number one person in our family's physiognomy, so I can only trust her.
Okay, you can go do your own thing, but don’t disturb Wushuang and Mr. Chen by going to the ancestral home.”
"yes!"
All the younger members of the family left the hall, leaving only the elders to discuss matters.
…
In the Ji family's ancestral house, Chen Xuan and Ji Wushuang stood in front of a portrait, falling into a daze.
At this moment, Chen Xuan was very shocked. Why did the portrait enshrined in the Ji family's ancestral house look so similar to him?
Not in appearance, but in temperament!
It's obviously just an ink painting, but it outlines the unruly, evil and arrogant temperament of the man in the painting, which is also a bit cynical and a bit domineering.
Just like the temperament Chen Xuan showed when he appeared in front of people with the title of Evil Emperor.
After looking at it for a long time, Chen Xuan finally couldn't help but ask: "Ji Wushuang, who is in this portrait? Why is he enshrined in your ancestral home?"
"The person in this painting is the ancestor of our Ji family's physiognomy."
Ji Wushuang's answer made Chen Xuan even more surprised.
The founder of physiognomy of the Ji family, he was at least a thousand years ago. Why do he look so similar to him?
And Chen Xuan didn't think it was an illusion with his eyes.
He secretly had the feeling that he was very similar to the person in the painting.
At this moment, Chen Xuan had many bizarre conjectures in his mind, but he quickly suppressed them all.
"What is your ancestor's name? He doesn't have the same name as me, right?" Chen Xuan asked in a joking tone.
Ji Wushuang shook his head slightly: "I don't know the surname of the ancestor, and so many generations of ancestors of our Ji family don't know either."
"Isn't your ancestor's surname Ji the same as yours?" Chen Xuan became more and more curious as he listened.
"no."
Ji Wushuang explained calmly: "More than two thousand years ago, the Grandmaster found my ancestor of the Ji family and passed down the mysterious physiognomy. After my ancestor mastered the physiognomy, the Grandmaster disappeared without a trace. My ancestor
It was also passed down from generation to generation, and finally this painting was painted for future generations to worship the ancestor."
"So, the person in this painting may not be the true appearance of your ancestor." Chen Xuan thought about it and thought that the painting on the wall was definitely not painted more than two thousand years ago.
In other words, Ji Wushuang's first ancestor, through oral description, described to future generations the appearance of the ancestor of the Ji family in his memory.
It was not until the advent of ink painting technology that the ancestors of the Ji family painted the description of the first ancestor.
"Chen Xuan, don't you find it strange? Why is the ancestor of our Ji family so similar to you? What I'm talking about is that the aura and temperament are almost the same as yours."
Ji Wushuang said, staring straight at Chen Xuan with a pair of beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to see something from Chen Xuan.
"Of course I find it strange, but your ancestor was a figure from more than two thousand years ago, so there is no way he has anything to do with me." Chen Xuan said this, but in his heart he began to think about whether there was really a connection.
And he quickly grasped a very crucial point.
Just need to confirm again.
Ji Wushuang said quietly: "At first, I thought so too, but I still don't want to deny my feelings. With my sense of physiognomy, I am very sure that you and our ancestor must have something in common, and
This little similarity makes you the only one who can help our Ji family solve the disaster."
"Really?" Chen Xuan heard Ji Wushuang's affirmation. He thought for a moment and asked, "Can I touch the portrait?"
"Of course, but you have to be gentle." Ji Wushuang readily agreed.
So Chen Xuan walked around the offering table, came to the portrait, stretched out a hand, and gently touched the surface of the portrait.
With this touch, the skin of his palm trembled as if he had received an electric shock, and a light layer of dust suddenly drifted away from the portrait.
"Chen Xuan, what's wrong?" Ji Wushuang asked slightly nervously.
"you're right."
Chen Xuan turned his head with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Your ancestor does have something in common with me."
Why did Chen Xuan suddenly feel something? It was because the moment he touched the portrait, he felt a very, very familiar breath coming from the portrait!
Although this aura was so light that it was almost impossible to capture it, Chen Xuan was 100% sure that the aura of the portrait was almost exactly the same as the supreme immortal energy in his body!
What the hell is going on?
Chen Xuan's heart was in turmoil.
He could no longer remain calm.
"What do you feel?" Ji Wushuang's voice was a little trembling. She really wanted to know the relationship between Chen Xuan and the ancestor of the Ji family. "Tell me quickly. Maybe I can divine something from this."
"Tell me first, how much do you know about your ancestor? Do you know his past life? Are there any historical records?" Chen Xuan asked three questions in succession.
Ji Wushuang shook his head: "We know nothing about Grandmaster's life. There are no family history records, and there are no records about Grandmaster in Chinese history. I only know that Grandmaster is not only proficient in physiognomy, but also dabbles in
Extremely wide, just like Guiguzi during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, he is as perceptive as the heaven and the earth, and his wisdom is outstanding, but my ancestor is not Guiguzi."
Although Ji Wushuang's answer did not tell the specific life story of the ancestor, Chen Xuan became more and more excited.
Could it be that...could it be said that...
Yes, Chen Xuan's guess is that the ancestor of the Ji family is probably a peerless evil doctor who taught him miraculous medical skills and supreme immortal energy!
