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The sky was drizzled, and the sky was gloomy. The two doormen and a middle-aged man standing in front of Wanlingzhuang couldn't help but look towards the distant sky frequently. The three of them had been waiting here since early morning. One morning, he looked a little impatient.One of them couldn't help but asked the middle-aged man: "Lord Mu Yan, I heard that the ancestor asked me to wait here to pick up a mortal who was sent out of the village a few years ago without spiritual roots, or..." The man asked. Obviously hesitant: "Lord Zhou Yuan's son, Jun Molin?"

"Yeah." Mu Yan just nodded, and there was no emotional ups and downs in his slightly cold voice.

Another person asked again: "Didn't I hear that Jun Molin didn't even have a consecration back then, and he didn't even have spiritual roots. According to the clan rules, he would be sent out of the village, why is he..."

"The old ancestor has his own reasons for making such arrangements." Mu Yan just interrupted coldly, displeasure already evident in his voice.

The two shrank back and stopped asking questions.

In this way, the three of them waited outside the door for another half an hour. When the drizzle started to get heavier, the sound of the elk boat and chariot finally came from the distant sky. The three of them raised their heads and only took one look. It has stopped in front of the gate of Wanlingzhuang.

Mu Yan frowned slightly, and immediately stepped forward in a wrong step: "Old man Mu Yan, by the order of the ancestor, I will wait here for a long time, and please get off the bus."

After Mu Yan's words fell, it took a long time before there was a response from inside the elk boat.

Just as Mu Yan frowned when he heard that, a white hand stretched out from the curtain, and he lifted the curtain, and then saw the young man in white coat and black fox fur get out of the elk boat.

The young man is thin but slightly tall. His loose long hair is only casually tied into a bun with a white headband, and the exposed eyebrows are slightly pointed. If it weren't for his pale complexion, the young man's appearance would be more chic and reckless. The pitch-black eyes were as deep as bottomless, and when he glanced at them lightly, there seemed to be a hidden blue color in them, which instantly gave people the illusion of a turbulent river and sea overwhelming people's hearts. When he looked at the curtain beside him, the young man smiled faintly.The coercion in his eyes seemed to disappear in a flash: "Mr. Mu Yan has been waiting for a long time" The drooping eyelids and slightly long eyelashes blocked the brilliance of his eyes. An indescribable arrogance lingered around him.

Mu Yan was still in a daze between the coercion just now, and then carefully looked at the person in front of him, and he was sure that he was just an ordinary person, with a little contempt in his eyes: "Don't dare, the ancestor ordered, when the young master is here, go first!" Mo Yage is resting, after the rest is over, I can go to say hello tomorrow."

The young man said, "Mr. Troubled you to lead the way."

Mu Yanen let out a sigh and turned around: "Come with me."

The young man only nodded slightly, then turned around and entered the gate following Mu Yan.

The steps under his feet crossed the threshold in front of him again. The young man raised his eyes and looked at the scene inside the door, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

Looking far away, looking at the square in front of him, the young man couldn't help but think of what happened five years ago. At that time...he was just ten years old, and he stood on the square with the children of the clan to test the consecration and explore the spiritual root, but... …

Five years ago, at the consecration ceremony, he was not exposed to the spiritual roots of cultivating immortals. He did not possess even the slightest aptitude for cultivating immortals. Living an ordinary life until... two months ago... the Junfang where Jun Molin lives was attacked by monsters, Jun Molin's parents died protecting him, and he himself almost died. Perhaps it was fine that he really died that time, but Jun Molin is the direct descendant of Lingyuan, the ancestor of Wanling Zhuang. If he encounters such a big change, even if he has no roots in cultivating immortals, he should not be ignored. Just thinking about how his parents died trying to save him that day, Jun Molin's heart sank continuously.

Let him choose between Wanlingzhuang or his parents, Jun Molin would only prefer the latter.

Unfortunately... things backfired.

Rest in Junya Pavilion for one night, and early the next morning, Jun Molin went to the main courtyard of the ancestor to say hello. The wall garden where Lingyuan lived was very large, and even the front hall was very spacious and gorgeous. Jun Molin came to the gate of the front hall When he was outside, his eyes swept away, and the front hall was almost full of people, almost all the descendants of the direct line came, some people, Jun Molin can still recognize, but some people he can't remember who they are Now, except for Linghai from my second uncle's family and Lingting, who was said to look similar to me since childhood, were ordered to go to the Wuyunya Continent and disappeared, everyone else is here, including my own appearance in the past five years. Unchanged cousin Ling Xiayi.

Lingxiayi's father is the younger brother of Jun Molin's father Lingzhou, named Lingwu, and his wife Peng Shi. They have two sons under their knees, and one of them is Lingxiayi, who is only one year younger than Jun Molin , Now it's the middle stage of Qi training, it's just that I can't bear it, and I like to run around with my cousins, so it's rare to sit here obediently now.

Lingxiayi's younger brother is called Lingfeng, and now he is six years old, and his playful nature has not yet been enlightened.As for Jun Molin, he took his mother's surname because he didn't have the spiritual roots of cultivating immortals and was just an ordinary mortal.

The remaining few people are Jun Molin's cousins, who are the sons of Lingzhou's second brother Lingkang, and this Linghai is Lingkang's eldest son, and the genius that the ancestor is currently focusing on cultivating?

"Old Ancestor" Jun Molin stepped forward, bowed to Ling Yuan to greet him, his whole demeanor was neither humble nor overbearing.

Ling Yuan stared fixedly at Jun Molin who didn't speak, and all the cousins ​​in the hall followed suit, everyone was sizing up the only person in Wanlingzhuang's lineage who didn't have a spiritual root .

"Molin?" Lingyuan seemed to be confirming that the child in front of him was still the one held in his arms back then, until he saw Jun Molin's dark eyes, then Lingyuan smiled: "Come here"

Jun Molin stepped forward: "Grandpa..."

The two words seemed to be shouted into Lingyuan's heart, causing Lingyuan's serious face to be full of smiles: "I haven't seen you for many years, you have grown up a lot"

"It's been almost ten years." Jun Molin said, "I was only five years old when my grandfather retreated, but now I'm 15 years old."

Lingyuan nodded at him, and stretched out his hand to pat Jun Molin's head: "Yeah, it's been ten years, but now I only remember your appearance when you were a child. At that time, you were sick, and you had a high fever, and you almost lost your mind. Oh, it makes Grandpa so worried..."

"Grandpa still remember?" Jun Molin was stunned: "At that time, when I was young, I was ignorant and secretly drank the water in the Miasma Tan, which caused me to get sick. Grandpa took me to Canglan Mountain to seek medical treatment without hesitation. At that time Grandpa's injury is still not healed, so he has to take care of me..."

"It's been such a long time, it's hard for you to still remember it." Grabbing Jun Molin's hand, Lingyuan touched his palm: "I already know about your parents." After speaking, Lingyuan sighed: "It's hard for you"

However, Jun Molin just frowned slightly and pursed his lips.

Lingyuan said again: "It doesn't matter if you can't cultivate immortality. Even if it's just a mortal body, it is not difficult for me in Wanlingzhuang to keep you safe for a hundred years." , Lingyuan said, and took a book from the table and handed it to Jun Molin: "Although you can't cultivate immortals, you can still practice martial arts to strengthen your body. Even if you walk in the world in the future, you will always be a good body protector. You won’t be at a disadvantage”

"Grandpa?" Jun Molin was startled, but he didn't show it on his face.

Everyone around was also shocked.

Lingyuan pretended not to notice it, looked at Jun Molin and said: "I have the sword manual and mind method here, you can take it back and practice slowly, just ask me if you don't understand, as for how far you have learned, It depends on what you want to become, as for your achievements, I will not conduct spot checks." It means the free-range state, and whether you want to learn or not is entirely up to Jun Molin himself.

Hearing these words, Jun Molin's eyes flashed, but he didn't say anything.

Yuan Ling just smiled lightly, then waved: "Okay, you go"

Jun Molin, who left the ancestor's courtyard, walked quietly on the way back to the Yajun Pavilion, his brows were slightly frowned and his face was slightly gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking, until... someone blocked the way ahead.

Jun Molin looked up, and most of the people in front of him were cousins ​​who had just greeted the ancestors.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really don't know what the ancestor thinks, is it worth spending so much effort on mere mortal flesh?" Someone walked by behind, and the contemptuous voice drifted by.

Some people echoed the trend: "He is the grandson of the ancestor's direct line, can we compare with our collateral line? If we change our collateral line, let alone no parents, I am afraid that no one will care if he dies outside."

During the ridicule, the person in front of him walked straight towards Jun Molin, knocking him slightly sideways.

"What about the direct descendant? In this big clan of cultivators, if he doesn't have a spiritual root, even if he is the direct descendant, he is nothing more than an ant."

The sound of people going away behind him, Jun Molin didn't have any other reaction, just squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the gray sky in the distance.

The author has something to say: Well, what, Jun Molin is attacking!Proper attack!