Outside the crimson courtyard, Feng Jizu retreated from all the guards, leaving only the housekeeper Fu Fu holding a lantern, illuminating the space two or three steps in front of him. His eyes were unfocused and he looked blankly at the courtyard.
"Are you worried about the young master?"
"After tonight, there will be no young master, only the ancestor."
Feng Jizu's voice was very soft, as if he was talking about a fact that had nothing to do with him. The old housekeeper's heart trembled and he did not dare to speak anymore. He was an old man who had experienced the Cao family's disaster, and he knew the old events very well.
"You said, did I do something wrong?"
Fu Fu's hand holding the lamp shook, his lips moved, but he did not dare to speak.
Feng Jizu didn't care and grinned, "I don't think I did anything wrong. They told me since I was a child that family is the most important thing. Anyone can sacrifice for the sake of the family when necessary. My life was sacrificed. The person I love most
They were also sacrificed, and they didn’t feel that they had done anything wrong.”
"Then, I can only use my own method to make them make due sacrifices and contributions to this family. I use a group of wine bags, rice bags, and family insects in exchange for a great master from outside the world to sit in the Feng family. I think it is worth it. This is also
For the good of the family."
Youfu raised his head tremblingly, and from the corner of his eye saw the crazy and sick smile on Feng Jizu's face.
'Once upon a time, the master also had a different smile on his face. That smile was pure and warm.'
At that time, Feng Jizu was still very young. He was extremely talented in weapon refining. His family martial arts skills were slightly inferior compared to them, but they were far superior to his peers. Almost the entire younger generation in the county believed that Feng Jizu at that time was
He is expected to enter the Five Scenery Martial Arts Realm before he is thirty years old and become the guardian of his family.
At that time, the Feng family was not in charge of the Feng Jizu branch. It was a family that had been inherited for centuries. The internal power struggle had reached an almost pathological level. In order to stabilize the inheritance of the direct line, he was sacrificed with the tacit consent of all the family leaders. First, he was poisoned.
The path to promotion in martial arts was cut off, and the marriage was quickly completed under the arrangement of the family.
Twenty-year-old Feng Jizu started walking around the world at an early age. He had no ambitions for his family and did not want to come back to see their intrigues. He kept wandering in the world until he met the bandit of Qingluan Mountain who defeated the Qingluan Mountain bandit with one man and one sword.
The dashing female bodyguard was still Feng Jizu's first love interest in his life.
It was also the last time that my heart moved. She was not a beauty that was sought after by people in the world. Among the women Feng Jizu had seen, she could only be considered to be above average in appearance. But it was just such a woman that made him fall completely.
He has always felt that he was lucky, and so was his relationship. It was so smooth that he even thought that he was dreaming. The two of them were privately engaged for life. Although they were not named husband and wife, they were already married.
That day, he received a message from his family that Feng Jizu, who had been wandering away for a long time, returned home. He planned to explain everything to his family and marry his sweetheart.
The wedding did take place, but he was married to another woman arranged by his family. Before he could explain everything clearly, his path to martial arts promotion was cut off. Without his cultivation, what would happen to him?
Able to resist family arrangements.
But even at this time, he still smiled warmly. He obeyed the family's arrangements just to gain trust for a short time and escape from the Feng family.
It completely cut off the feeling coming from deep within the high walls of the Feng family. It was a forbidden area for the family. It was said that the first ancestor of the family was buried there. He was the most talented and skilled weapon refiner in the family.
I can faintly sense the aura of the same origin coming from there.
It had been a full seven months since they separated when Feng Jizu walked out of the house for the first time after his wedding. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed to the agreed place at night and under the stars.
But I didn't see my sweetheart. Some people said that she had been here and left after waiting for two months.
He was not discouraged and went to the escort agency, but he couldn't even get through the door of the escort agency. He was almost beaten to death by the escort masters who used to have fun together. If he hadn't stopped because of his lack of cultivation, he would have been beaten for real.
die.
It turned out that since he left, that heroic girl had become pregnant. After learning that Feng Jizu had returned home to get married, he still went to the agreed place with his last hope. He could not think of the pregnant girl.
What did the woman go through in those two months?
At the end of the incident, the heroic woman committed suicide with her unborn child.
Feng Jizu's eyes lost their sparkle, as if he had aged more than ten years all of a sudden. From then on, Feng Jizu's smile never became warmer again.
Later, he entered the forbidden area, led out the trapped first-generation ancestors, and then told the tribesmen who had asked him to make sacrifices for the family in the past: The time has come for them to make sacrifices for the family.
The ancestor of the family has been made through blood sacrifice. There is no fight for treasures and weapons, and there is no help from high-level practitioners. Everything is just for the ancestor to practice the "Blood Yan Technique". The Master Yan Technique corresponds to the human being, the Blood Yan Technique.
Corresponds to ghost.
The Yanshi technique uses "gods" to defend the enemy, while the Blood Yan technique uses ghosts to defend people. The people they control are called blood puppets or living puppets.
Blood Yan Technique has extremely high requirements for blood puppets. It requires a specific birth date and physique, and it is divided into one yin and one yang. With the help of yin puppets, they can only appear and appear at night, and the control of the puppets will be weakened during the day. The opposite is true for yang puppets.
, only with the yin and yang puppet can we see the light of day again, and the real master be born.
Everything in the past flashes away in your mind. As you get older, it is easy for people to miss the past.
When people do something wrong, in order to strengthen their beliefs, they will give the matter a meaning, such as for the family, and do more wrong things for which they realize that they are wrong!
Just like after the Feng family was robbed, Feng Jizu locked himself in a room for three days and took a concubine after coming out.
His first son, also his only son, Feng Daichang, was born with the purpose of becoming a Yin puppet. After all, it is too difficult to find a puppet at the perfect time. With the strength of the Feng family, it is like finding a needle in a haystack. This
In this era, many people don’t even know when they were born, let alone their birthday.
Time passed little by little, and Feng Jizu's eyes regained their brightness.
Regaining his energy, "Get ready to welcome our ancestor out of seclusion."
At this moment, a dragon roar rang out from the crimson courtyard, piercing the long night. The golden light cleared the blood mist. The golden-red dragon hovered over the courtyard for a moment, then plunged into the courtyard, making no sound again.
.
The smile on Feng Jizu's face froze, and his heart suddenly felt empty. He didn't know why, but it felt like his whole life was empty, and he was falling into a bottomless abyss. The suffocation made him almost breathless.
Come.
"Master, master! Are you okay?"
Blessed's voice brought him back to reality, "Hurry, Blessed, go over and see what's going on!"
Feng Jizu did not assign the butler Fu Fu to go there, but ran over first. Fu Fu followed closely behind him with a lantern, saying as he ran: "Master, slow down, master, please slow down!"
Time seems to have returned to more than thirty years ago, and Youfu is chasing after Feng Jizu like this, but the young master has become a master, and everything else seems to have remained unchanged.
The door that several martial arts masters were unable to open was pushed open by Feng Jizu, a man with no cultivation. What came into view was a man with a golden glow all over his body, the wind howling, and his cassock hunting.
The golden light illuminated most of the courtyard. Two young men, one red and one black, were lying on the ground, facing the direction of the courtyard door. What was strange was that their faces were almost exactly the same.
A wisp of red mist shot out from the lobby of the main building, like a growing bubble. It reached high in the sky in an instant, and a huge blood-colored shadow enveloped most of the old courtyard. From this position, you can just see the top of the red mist.
It's a human face.
It was a face that was somewhat similar to Feng Jizu's, but it looked older, with fluttering eyebrows. The giant red eyes like lanterns looked down at Fahai. The billowing red mist on his body showed the anger in the old ghost's chest at this moment.
"If you dare to destroy my precious body, I will take out your soul and burn it with yin fire day and night, so that you can neither live nor die!!"
The sound exploded in the small space, like thunder from the sky.
The huge bloody body rolled over, and the blood and stench that hit his face was nauseating. Cao An had no doubt that he would die if he was caught in the bloody body. He didn't look at the martial arts masters over there who didn't escape in time. The bloody body
As it passed by, the flesh and blood separated directly, and the white bones fell down immediately after being unable to hold up.
Fahai looked happy and fearless, twisted his waist, and opened the knot on his chest.
"I don't know how high the sky is, but you are still showing off your power, and you don't take me seriously at all, Kasaya!!"
A red shadow floated past, but the cassock in Fahai's hand flew out. The cassock that could barely wrap around his body swelled in the wind. Before the blood body arrived, it completely covered the blood body and rolled it up.
Amidst the bursts of screams, the cassock gradually gathered up, and green smoke shot out from the sky, directly turning into nothingness in the air.
Fa Hai walked on the cassock. As the cassock fell to the ground, he wore it again, but the old ghost had obviously turned into nothingness.
What he saw completely shattered the last illusion in Feng Jizu's heart. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength and slumped at the door.
"Ancestor!!"
Youfu followed him, without daring to speak or to help him. He bent his back and held the lamp, which at least illuminated the area a few steps in front of Feng Jizu.
Fahai walked straight forward, walking like a dragon and a tiger, with a strong aura. He suddenly stopped, his eyes were like lightning, and he turned his head.
With a murderous look, he said, "Huh, you have a small skill, but you dare to do the same thing?"
When he was about to take a step forward, Cao An hurriedly waved his hand, "Aren't you dead yet?"
"There is another monster!"
"never mind!"
But Fahai didn't pay attention at all. He took two steps and reached the roof with his whole body on tiptoe. The speed was staggering.
Cao An never thought about such a situation, so he stretched out his palm and said, "Take it!"
Before Fa Hai could get away, his figure turned into a puppet in mid-air and flew back into Cao An's sleeves.
I don't know who took the torch and lit it up in the entire courtyard. For a moment, the flames flickered, and the entire courtyard was as bright as day. Before Xuancheng could recover from the shock, the old monk Huitong had a look on his face.
He stepped forward expectantly and grabbed Cao An's arm with both hands.
"Tell this poor monk, fellow Taoist Cao, that he is a high-ranking Buddhist practitioner of mine?"
Cao An saw the admiration in Huitong's eyes and nodded, "He is indeed a high-ranking Buddhist practitioner."
They are high-level practitioners of Buddhism, but they are not yours.
Huitong laughed loudly, "The poor monk knows it, the poor monk knows it! It must be! Such magical power is really fascinating. We still have a long way to go!! Haha."
"Brother Cao!"
Looking at the heaviness around me, I thought! Fa Hai appeared on the scene for the first time and gained two fans.
Xuancheng smiled and pointed to the main room in front, "Go and take a look?"