Chapter 159 158 Today I Know Who I Am. I Am Back Home! (82K Words Long Chapter, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 159 158. Today I know who I am. I am back home! (8.2K words - big chapter, please subscribe)

There are twelve disciples who passed the Qianlonghui and were selected by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, but only one elder of the Crimson Palace passed the "God Jade Slip" test.

As for the others who were selected, they left with other ancient clans.

The empty boat landed on the ancient teleportation array with the ancient clan's flying chariot.

The purple mansion cultivator stationed here actually came in person and saluted the flying chariot.

He was not a member of the ancient clan, but a purple mansion cultivator of the ancient country, so even if the person in the flying chariot was a junior of the Crimson Palace, he had to come to salute, even if the latter did not care, it was normal.

However, at this time, the curtain of the flying chariot was lifted, and a handsome and tall figure flew out. Seeing the Purple Mansion cultivator, he bowed respectfully and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Wang."

The Purple Mansion cultivator called Mr. Wang smiled and returned the greeting: "Mr. Tang Yi."

The handsome figure smiled and said: "Mr. Tang Yi, I don't deserve it. I am just a junior in front of you."

After that, Tang Yi bowed again and said: "Mr., I will return to the chariot first. If there is a chance in the future, I will visit you specially."

Mr. Wang stroked his beard, nodded, and laughed: "Mr. Yi, you are too polite. I recognize you as my friend."

He and Tang Yi did not have a deep friendship, but the other party actually walked out of the chariot to pay his respects, which made him feel like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and secretly said, "Just look at his character, this boy has a bright future."

He knew that Tang Yi was a descendant of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who was found in the south of this continent decades ago.

Such descendants often suffered a lot when they were outside. Once they became ancient people, they usually felt like nouveau riche. It was normal for them to be arrogant and arrogant.

More than a thousand years ago, the descendants of the ancient people who were lost here were actually far more than those found now. Even now, he was on duty to guard the purple mansion of this ancient teleportation array, and at the same time, he was also responsible for continuing to find the descendants of the ancient people.

During this period, he was successful once, so he had seen those "clown-like ridiculous faces of those who rashly gained power", so when he saw Tang Yi being so polite, he had to sigh that this boy was different.

The sufferings of the troubled times did not make him feel inferior, and the sudden news of becoming an ancient people did not make him crazy. Instead, everything shaped his character.

Mr. Wang smiled and praised again: "See you next time, Master Yi should have become a purple mansion."

Tang Yi said: "Thank you for your good words."

After that, he put down the curtain.

After a while, the ancient teleportation array started.

As several beams of light rose, the flying chariot and the empty boat were suddenly submerged.

The next moment.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

On a teleportation array in the north with a clear sky, the empty boat and the flying chariot suddenly appeared.

Song Yanyu stood by the railing, looking at the green mountains and green waters here, feeling the demon monk who was very far away from him, and a sense of relief that "shackles, oppression, and danger" were temporarily away rose from the bottom of his heart.

He turned his head slightly and happened to see Xing Xianmu who was looking out of the window of the last flying chariot.

The two glanced at each other from a distance, and then quickly retracted their gazes.

Song Yan turned around, returned to the independent room, and sat cross-legged.

Feng Chengzi's thoughts had been almost digested by him, and now he could mobilize them at will.

However, he still needed to grasp the secrets, after all, this might be another "key" to ensure that he could blend into the Wuxiang Ancient Clan in addition to the "Wuxiang Mask".

But how to blend in?

He needed to be sure.

And this requires Xing Xian Mu.

On the other side.

In the flying chariot, Xing Xian Mu's heartbeat has calmed down a lot. At this time, she hurriedly pinched out a communication jade and whispered to it.

She is no longer alone now.

She controls some forces of her own.

Many cultivators who want to be promoted and want to rely on the Wuxiang Ancient Clan will try every means to find her and please her, just expecting her to introduce them a little and say a few words like "This person is quite talented and may be useful." If these cultivators are really used by the ancient clan, they will be branded with Xing Xian Mu's mark and regarded as Tang Yi's people.

Among them, there are many loyal warriors to Xing Xian Mu.

"Kill my three lovers, deal with them cleanly, and don't leave any tails." Xing Xian Mu said lightly.

She looked indifferent, half of her cheek was reflected in the sun, and the other half was immersed in the shadow, appearing flickering.

A respectful response came from the other side.

"Yes, Fairy Mother."

After the voice was transmitted, Fairy Mother Xing quickly took out a fairy mirror from the void and dressed up in front of the mirror.

She had to find a way to keep the old monster.

At the same time, she had some guesses about the old monster's purpose in her heart.

After all, things have come to this point, the dagger is exposed, and she knows the old monster's whereabouts. If she still can't see through it, it's really not right.

Half a month later

In a city belonging to the Wuxiang Ancient Clan for temporary rest

The pavilion was covered with flags to conceal the breath.

On the big couch in the pavilion, it was tossed by the waves, and men and women with ulterior motives were having fun in it

It took a long time before they stopped.

These two, one wanted to lean on a big tree to make himself and his son's status more stable, and the other wanted to use the other to integrate into the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. The interests are in line with each other, and each takes what he needs. There is no love. The intercourse at this time is just to strengthen this alliance relationship, add a bit of warmth to the cold interests, and a little endorsement.

At this time, Mother Xingxian was lying in Song Yan's arms, like a dependent little bird, or a well-behaved wife.

She gently hugged the young man's waist and said softly: "I have been alone all these years. Even if the rings of old trees grow taller and the sea turns into mulberry fields, I have never looked for another man."

Song Yan said: "Why?"

Xingxian Mother said coquettishly: "I have seen the old ancestor's grace, how can other vulgar people enter my eyes again?

Back then, if the old ancestor hadn't insisted on me doing that, I would really be willing to serve the old ancestor wholeheartedly."

Her ten fingernails were soaked in the dark Xuanhua juice, and her little finger was still covered with a dark gold and expensive sharp fingertip. Such hands were the untouchable tender hands of a noble lady at first glance.

But such tender hands began to gently rub Song Yan's body.

Xingxian Mother rubbed and said in a coquettish voice: "Now that I have seen the old ancestor again, I am really happy. From now on, Yi'er and I will rely on the old ancestor, hehe."

She could see that the boy in front of her was just practicing Xuan realm.

However, her blood slave ancient symbol did not move at all.

This shows that the opponent's true strength is far above her mid-stage crimson palace, otherwise he would have been attacked long ago.

That is why she tried so hard to please this old monster, showing a loyal look of "this love is unswerving, we will live together in this life, and grow old together", because she did not understand what realm this old monster was in at all.

As for this "black-bellied fairy mother who grew up from a demon woman", Song Yan was very clear, so no matter how the other party expected, he could always respond to the other party's expectations with appropriate intensity and actions, instead of putting on an appearance of "coming out of the mud without being stained" and scolding harshly.

If it was when he first crossed over, he would only feel disgusted and uncomfortable with this kind of demon woman, and he would only accept clean women like Su Yao in his early days.

But now.

He felt that he had no heart.

Or, his heart was already dark, and he was dirty.

He was a demon.

A demon with a demon woman, isn't it a match made in heaven?

The dragon slayer eventually becomes an evil dragon. Song Yan looked at the squirming, fragrant and soft "big white worm" in front of him, and felt an unspeakable self-mockery in his heart.

Suddenly, Xing Xianmu stood up slightly, pulled her gauze dress, wrapped it around her body, and floated off the bed, raised her hand to grab the storage bag on the side.

Then she took out a strange jade slip from it, held it with both hands, and then knelt on the bed and came to Song Yan.

Song Yan looked at the jade slip.

The jade slip was somewhat similar to the "God Jade Slip" he had seen before, but it was also a little different.

Xing Xianmu looked at him as if asking for credit.

The devil and the witch looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Song Yan suddenly grabbed the jade slip.

The demon girl snuggled into his arms, rubbing her feet against his calves, and said softly, "But it took a lot of effort to get it from Yi'er. Will the master reward Xing'er?"

Song Yan asked back, "Is this the thing to test the bloodline of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan?"

Xing Xianmu said softly, "Yes."

Song Yan smiled, "I haven't told you yet, but you know to take it out. You have improved."

Xing Xianmu giggled, "How can you be worthy of the master if you don't improve?"

After that, she turned over again, half pressed on the boy, and explained seriously, "There are still descendants scattered in the south who have not been found, so the Wuxiang Ancient Clan distributed this bloodline test jade slip to every member of the clan.

The purpose is to find the clan members of that year as soon as possible. As long as the master can pass the test of this test jade slip, he can prove his identity. At most, add the Wuxiang Mask, that's enough."

When talking about the Wuxiang Mask, Xing Xianmu pretended to be indifferent, but actually quietly paid attention to Song Yan's reaction.

Song Yan said directly: "This mask, in fact, in terms of inheritance, should belong to your son."

Xing Xianmu didn't expect the master to be so direct. She was slightly stunned, and then smiled and said: "Aren't Yi'er and I also yours?"

Song Yan ignored this witch.

As long as the interests are not broken, as long as she is not forced to a dead end, this witch will never go against him.

As for the backlash of the blood slave ancient talisman?

Song Yan has this confidence.

It is absolutely impossible to backlash him with Xing Xianmu alone.

This is the advantage of the witch.

Even if you have sex with her, you can still calmly settle the interests with each other without worrying about emotions, so you won't fall into cause and effect, and the demon of the heart.

At this time, he carefully observed the "Wu Xiang Ancient Clan Bloodline Test Jade Slip" in front of him.

He tried to hold it casually, and a soul power suddenly emerged inside, and the soul power forced him to mobilize the soul power to resist.

Then, the power disappeared instantly.

The jade slip didn't react.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and thought.

Xing Xianmu said in a delicate voice: "Master, if the test is passed, the jade slip will emit golden light. The stronger the soul, the brighter the golden light."

Song Yan nodded and carefully recalled the process just now.

His soul was extremely sharp, and he soon realized the core principle of this "test jade slip".

This principle is similar to "blood test".

Of course, "blood test" is not so reliable, but this "test jade slip" is still very reliable.

The "God Jade Slip" makes the target naturally produce soul resistance through moderate soul invasion, so that it can test "innate soul strength", "soul talent" and so on.

The "Test Jade Slip" adds a step to the "God Jade Slip", that is: sampling.

Take a breath from the soul and compare it with the breath of the tribe members originally retained in the jade slip. If they are consistent, then it can pass.

Song Yan was secretly glad that he didn't just rely on a phaseless mask to identify his relatives. Otherwise, with just this step, he might have been exposed, and not only would he not be able to join the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, but he would also be madly hunted by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Fairy Mother Xing leaned forward slightly and suddenly said: "Master, in fact, you don't have to join the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Yi'er is going to break through Zifu. He is considerate of me and wants to find someone to accompany me.

I will introduce you to Yi'er and say that I like you very much. Then you can naturally be honest with the slave family, and then "

Before she finished speaking, a faint golden light suddenly reflected in the beautiful eyes of the Apricot Fairy Mother. She suddenly turned pale, raised her hand to cover her lips, and said in shock: "How is this possible?"

In her eyes, the jade slip in the young man's hand was emitting golden light, and the golden light alternated between light and strong. Sometimes it was just like a candlelight quietly illuminating a small area, and sometimes it was like a fireball that scattered light and illuminated the entire room.

"This is impossible? Is the jade slip broken? This is not possible."

Fairy Xing looked at this unbelievable scene with dumbfounded eyes.

Song Yan said: "I am a member of the Wuxiang tribe, so naturally this will not trouble me."

Fairy Xing couldn't help but said: "But your surname is Zhang."

Song Yan said lightly: "It's just the surname of the farmer who adopted me hundreds of years ago. I don't know the real surname. I'm just an abandoned baby."

Just now, with the idea of ​​giving it a try, he took the initiative to send a breath of Feng Chengzi's divine infant thoughts into the jade slip. Unexpectedly, the jade slip passed directly.

As for the intensity of the light, it is completely under his control.

Now his soul is so terrifying that it cannot be tested by a jade slip.

If he wants his soul to be strong, then he will be strong.

Even if you pretend to be weak, others won't be able to see through it.

What's even better is that his current level is only at the seventh level of Lianxuan.

Who would suspect that a little guy who is practicing at the seventh level of Xuan is cheating?

Thinking of the wonderful thing, Song Yan grinned, revealing his white teeth, and laughed "Jie Jie Jie", then raised his hands and said excitedly towards the sky: "Today you know that I am me!

Today I found out that I am a member of the Wuxiang tribe!

I'm going home!

I'm finally going home! ! "

Fairy Xing was already confused.

She had no idea what was going on.

In her eyes, the master's mysterious terror was heightened to a new level, making her awe and delight at the same time.

The witch naturally likes strong people, especially such strong people in her own camp, so she likes them even more.

After a brief moment of astonishment, she threw herself on Song Yan and said with a smile: "Congratulations, master, congratulations, master, but master must not forget Nujia and Yi'er."

Song Yan rubbed her hair, lost in thought, and then began to exchange information and arrange plans with Fairy Apricot.

In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

It's midsummer.

The chirping of cicadas sounded like heavy rain in an ancient garden.

The garden is not located in the human world, but in a secret realm connected to the human world.

This secret realm cannot be entered without a key, and even the most advanced qi-gazing technique cannot detect abnormalities from the outside.

At the entrance of the garden, three figures suddenly appeared.

They are: Song Yan, Tang Yi, and Xingxianmu.

Tang Yi patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said intimately: "Xiaohan, don't be nervous. Although this is the secret ancestral land of my Wuxiang Ancient Clan, it is also your home. Now I will take you to meet the elders of the clan. You only need You need to complete the test and enter the family tree, then everything will be fine.”

He exuded an irresistible affinity, like a born leader, and said with emotion: "I think back when I first came here, I was just like you, trembling, and I felt inferior even when I raised my eyes.

But this will pass.

You and I both come from the southern land, and we are both from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. We are really destined to be together. Although there is a feeling of kinship, in reality the relationship should be much deeper, not as good as that.”

Tang Yi thought for a while, and a flash of thought flashed between his handsome brows, but he said without any more pause: "If you and I don't treat each other as brothers from now on, I will miss you by a few years, and you will call me "

Before he finished speaking, Fairy Xing Mother on the side interrupted: "Yi'er, you are so different in age, how can you still treat each other as brothers?"

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Tang Yi always listened to Fairy Xing's words. When he heard this, he smiled and said, "Then you can't call me uncle, but grandpa, right? In this case, is it actually a separation?"

Fairy Xing's Mother said: "You both come from the Southland. You are not only from the same clan, but also from the same hometown. You are already close to each other. Why bother using these common titles to add insult to injury?"

She couldn't bear to imagine this old man calling her son "brother, uncle, grandpa", so she hurriedly interrupted.

Tang Yi laughed and said, "That's right."

Immediately, he patted Song Yan on the shoulder again, and said sternly with an attitude towards a junior: "No, Song, from now on we should call him Tang Han. Don't worry. I have completely covered up Dongfang Sheng's matter for you.

The monks who entered our clan this time suffered many casualties during the trial, and Dongfang Shengzi also died among them. As for the people you said are staring at you and your hatred, it is up to you to avenge it yourself. I don't ask about it, and I don't care too much.

Having this enemy, raising this enemy, and waiting until the great revenge is avenged will be very good for your state of mind. "

Song Yan cupped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Yi."

Fairy Xing didn’t even notice this scene.

After the secret meeting that night, she naturally found an opportunity to bring Tang Yi into the small circle.

Song Yan's reason is that "Dongfang Sheng has a grudge against him. He doesn't dare to reveal that he has the Wuxiang Mask, and there is also a casual cultivator who seems to be suspicious of him and wants to get treasures from him. So , he killed Dongfang Sheng, pretended to be Dongfang Sheng, and then quietly found the Xing Fairy Mother and asked for help. The Fairy Mother was compassionate, and after confirming that he was from the Wuxiang tribe, she hurriedly brought him to see Tang Yi."

After that, Tang Yi slightly increased the difficulty of the entry test for "Qianlong Club Winner".

Of course, these winners are not only the monks from the five sects in Kuching, but also many monks from the subordinate countries of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Scattered, hundreds of people participated in the test.

Later, more than twenty people died in it.

This kind of death data is normal, because the ancient tribe is very strict in selecting their subordinates.

In this way, after Dongfang Shengli's death, Song Yan returned to his "original appearance", and then followed Tang Yi and Xingxianmu to the ancient manor.

Tang Yi thought for a while, then glanced at the Apricot Fairy Mother with his peripheral vision, and suddenly said: "Xiaohan, it's all thanks to my mother this time. After today, I need to follow the elders of the clan to break through the realm of Zifu. My mother fell alone. I'm afraid there's no one to take care of me here. How about you take her as your adoptive mother?"

Apricot Fairy Mother:

Song Yan:.

Song Yan took a deep breath, but before he could speak, Fairy Xing’s Mother interrupted again: “What kind of foster mother, Yi’er, are you going to meddle in my mother’s business?”

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, glanced at his mother with a strange look, and said hurriedly: "My son doesn't dare."

As for Song Yan, his performance was normal, nothing surprising.

At this moment, a kind voice came from the garden.

"Come in."

Tang Yi patted Song Yan on the shoulder and said: "Xiaohan, this is the third grandfather for the test, you go ahead."

Song Yan nodded and strode inside.

After his figure disappeared behind the arch, Tang Yi said softly: "Mother, why did you refuse Tang Han to recognize your adopted mother?"

Fairy Xing said angrily: "You, you'd better focus on your cultivation.

You just need to know that Tang Han and we are of the same mind, and there is no need to use these false names to bind us, that's it.

From now on, you will get closer together, support each other on the road of spiritual practice, and get along well with each other. "

Tang Yi knew his mother.

If she wasn't someone truly trustworthy, she wouldn't have said that.

But why can that boy let his mother trust him so much?

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, and then he gave a wry smile: "Mom, you really want to play, Xiaohan is a member of our Wuxiang clan, what does this mean?"

Fairy Mother Xing glared at him and said angrily: "In your eyes, is my mother just a wanton woman?"

Tang Yi shook his head repeatedly and apologized hastily.

Fairy Xing's mother was speechless and said: "If you want to play, it's the old weirdo playing with me, not me playing with him."

While the two of them were waiting quietly, birds suddenly scattered over the garden not far away, and strange beasts flapped their wings.

Countless dazzling golden lights spread out from the forest, as if the morning sun emerged from the courtyard, illuminating the green leaves and trees here as if covered with a thin layer of golden light.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man who was lying leisurely on a recliner, fanning himself, suddenly sat up and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. His eyes locked on the young man became brighter and brighter.

The young man was only in his twenties, but the jade slip in his hand was emitting a dazzling golden light.

The strength of the golden light means the strength of the innate soul.

And this level of golden light can already be ranked among the top in the history of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The first few people are all those who have successfully entered the realm of divine infants.

But this generation of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan only has one divine infant!

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the young man shrouded in golden light, and suddenly laughed loudly, like the sound of thunder and the roar of a tiger, and then said three times: "Okay! Okay! Okay!!"

He stood up suddenly, raised his hand and patted Song Yan on the shoulder, saying: "From today on, you are a member of my Wuxiang clan, and I will enter your name in the family tree.

Now that the clan leader is in seclusion, many clan members are scattered outside, and they cannot recognize you one by one.

But it doesn't matter. Fifty years later, there will be a family gathering.

On that day, no matter how busy they are or where they are, all clan members will return, because this is the tradition of my Wuxiang ancient clan.

A tradition of getting together once a century!

Everyone respects this tradition

Hey, look at my long-winded temper.

Come on, come on, kid, we talked as we walked.

My name is Tang Xiaokong, you can just call me Third Grandpa. "

The elder of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan named Tang Xiaokong now changed his original attitude and became extremely amiable.

Originally, he still wanted to give this junior who had newly recognized his ancestors a try. After all, he had also heard about some of the descendants of the ancient clan being domineering and arrogant outside.

It doesn't actually matter who the younger generation hurts or kills.

The important thing is, how can the younger generation have a "bossy and arrogant" mentality?

This is extremely inappropriate for future practice!

Therefore, after Tang Xiaokong knew that another junior had been found, although he was happy in his heart, he wanted to teach him a lesson with a straight face to sharpen his character. But he never expected that this junior would be an extremely rare talent.

This kind of soul strength can only be compared to the contemporary Wuxiang Ancient Clan only by the clan leader and the genius who is now being cultivated by the clan.

No!

Even though he was a genius that day, he was still a little short of that.

It is said that one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, but the family is not a mountain. Here, the geniuses should coexist and never become enemies with each other.

Tang Xiaokong was happy in his heart, but in his mind he was thinking about how to resolve "the possible hatred between these two geniuses" in advance.

But this resolution will take fifty years.

At this time, he put his arm around the young man's shoulder in a familiar manner and said intimately: "My child, I will take you to the ancestral hall to worship your ancestors and then enter the family tree. I will tell you some things on the way."

Song Yan was respectful and polite, neither humble nor arrogant, and said: "Third Grandpa, please speak."

He did not dare to underestimate the person in front of him.

Because, not only was he unable to find out the state of the person in front of him, he didn't even know whether the other person was strong or weak.

He had no way of knowing whether this person was in the Lianxuan realm, the Jianggong realm, the Zifu realm, or even higher?

This was the first time he encountered this situation.

When Tang Xiaokong saw his appearance, his expression became more and more satisfied, so he said: "My Wuxiang Ancient Clan has a total of sixteen subordinate mortal countries, and more than a hundred sects, too many to count.

They all respect us, and seeing us is like ordinary people seeing the emperor.

Such respect is likely to make people lose their mind, indulge in fun, and miss the point of spiritual practice.

At least it's hard to improve his skills, at worst he turns into a short-sighted idiot.

You must never do this. "

Song Yan said sincerely: "Third Grandpa, don't worry, this junior will definitely not do it."

Tang Xiaokong said: "In addition, you can find women at will outside, but you must not leave any children, nor can you form a Taoist couple.

At a family gathering fifty years from now, you will naturally find like-minded family Taoists. This is very important, don't forget it. "

Song Yan said in astonishment: "This junior has always kept his integrity and will never mess around outside to ruin the reputation of my family."

Tang Xiaokong nodded with satisfaction and added: "The family reputation is not important, this thing can't ruin it at all, but you need to pay attention to your mental cultivation.

The matter of your state of mind is not important in your current state, but once you enter the Zi Mansion, it can kill you. If you don't find that state of mind, you will never be able to break through. "

Song Yan looked at him with eyes full of curiosity.

If he were an ordinary clansman, Tang Xiaokong would definitely say "Don't aim too high", but he was indeed quite rare for the genius of the family in front of him, so he explained: "This realm is still far away from you. If you know it, it will only affect your current practice.

But you can know that people have good and evil, and they also have themselves.

Evil thoughts are murderous thoughts, and monks of our generation certainly have them all.

Kind thoughts are protective thoughts, but these thoughts need to be formed slowly in daily life.

As for the idea of ​​​​self, it is necessary to have a firm mind and not get lost in the colorful world. "

Song Yan was stunned, nodded slightly and said, "Junior understands."

But he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He has been wallowing in the most desperate environment, full of evil thoughts and murderous thoughts. He really doesn't know how to cultivate good thoughts.

This step is probably ten times more difficult for him than other monks.

Tang Xiaokong naturally didn't know that he was worried, but when he was far away, he suddenly lowered his voice and said: "My child, there is one more thing that you must remember.

Each ancient clan has its own characteristics. This characteristic not only has the inheritance of innate soul and secret techniques, but also the inheritance of the family itself.

And the inheritance of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan is the Wuxiang Mask. "

His voice became lower and lower as he spoke: "Although the Tang Yi who brought you here is quite talented and works hard enough, he is incomplete because he does not have a phaseless mask, so everyone knows that he, Tang Yi, is my phaseless mask. A member of the ancient clan, but no one knows me.”

After that, his face changed rapidly. He was no longer a middle-aged man, but an old man. The old man's voice was low, and he changed his original voice and said: "I am not Tang Xiaokong."

After another change, the old man turned into a young man. The young man's voice was quite free and magnetic, and he said cheerfully: "I am Tang Xiaokong."

In a moment, the face actually changed more than ten times, and the voice changed repeatedly between "I am not Tang Xiaokong" and "I am Tang Xiaokong."

At the end, Tang Xiaokong returned to his original appearance and said with a smile: "Mystery is the greatest characteristic of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan. If I change my identity and approach you in the future, you won't be able to find out.

Everyone in the world knows that my Wuxiang Clan is powerful, but they don’t know who is in my Wuxiang Clan. Among them, the Wuxiang Mask plays an extremely important role.

There is also a matching secret technique of concealing aura in our clan, which I will tell you later.

Without this mask, it is incomplete.

Although Tang Yi lost his mask inheritance, he still has our blood in his body, so the clan took this opportunity to push him out and let him be the face of our Wuxiang ancient clan, so that it is easier for him to do things now.

This time, he breaks through to the Purple Mansion Realm, and after extending his lifespan for a thousand years, he can take charge of some of the family's external affairs, and this is actually the most humble affairs of our Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

You know what's going on, don't say too much. "

While the two of them were talking, they had already arrived at the ancestral hall of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

The ancestral hall is not luxurious, but it is simple enough.

Song Yan looked at the ancestral hall and couldn't help but think of the empty rooms he had seen in the first secret realm of "Tumor Realm".

Tang Xiaokong looked through the family tree.

The identity of each clan member in the genealogy is clear.

As for the tribesmen who are living abroad, you can write a separate line and indicate the reason.

But for the genius in front of him, it was obviously not suitable for him to do this.

Therefore, while Tang Xiaokong was flipping through the family tree, he was considering who to rank this junior under.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he closed them slightly, as if he was communicating with someone.

After a moment of burning incense, he opened his eyes, hesitated and said: "My child, let me put you on the roster first. As for who you will be listed with, we will wait until fifty years later."

Song Yan said respectfully: "I will follow Third Grandpa's arrangements."

Immediately, Tang Xiaokong took out the large pen from the family tree and touched Song Yan's brow. Song Yan hurriedly encouraged Feng Chengzi's aura outside his soul.

He felt that the pen seemed to touch his soul directly.

Afterwards, Tang Xiaokong wrote the words "Tang Han" on the family tree.

After doing this, he took Song Yan to worship the spirit tablet of the family, and then took out a strange golden wooden sign and a storage bag and handed them to Song Yan, and then said: "This wooden sign is my identity certificate. After you bind it, it will be completely yours. If you encounter a strong enemy outside, you can directly use this token to resist. The late Purple Mansion and even the clan leader of my clan have left ideas in it. They will use this sign to attack from a distance.

As for the storage bag, it is some supporting secrets of the Wuxiang mask. You stay in the garden for a few days. When you have learned everything, I will arrange the follow-up. As for Tang Yi, I will let him go back first. He is not qualified to get too close to you."