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"This is... the seal of the Patriarch?" Yin Lizhou asked tentatively.

"Yes." Ling Shu said, but there was no joy on his face, but he nodded solemnly.

Yin Lizhou came over and looked down at the seal in his arms, a little unbelievable, "Where did you find it?"

Ling Shu subconsciously hugged the things in his hands tightly, and said with a bit of coolness in his tone, "I said I didn't find it, do you believe me?"

Yin Lizhou was confused by his words, "You didn't look for it, so it appeared out of thin air?"

Ling Shu nodded and replied, "Yes."

Yin Lizhou: "..."

Ling Shu was a little irritable, but he explained again patiently, "When I opened my eyes this morning, this seal suddenly appeared on my bedside. I don't know what happened?"

Shan Mingxiu asked, "Who has entered or left your room last night?"

Ling Shu replied, "I've asked, and there's nothing suspicious about it. Just a night watch maid was afraid that I'd be thirsty, so she came in in the middle of the night and changed the pot of tea for me."

Yin Lizhou: "Is there anyone else?"

Ling Shu gritted his teeth, "Really not."

Yin Lizhou: "That's really weird."

Hearing this, even Yin Lizhou felt a chill spread over his body.

Shan Mingxiu on the side didn't seem to have seen such a thing before, his expression was slightly condensed, "Have you checked for any abnormalities?"

Ling Shu nodded, "I checked it when I came back. It is indeed the seal of the head of the family, and no one has tampered with it."

Saying that, he held the seal and looked at it again.

"That's weird." Yin Lizhou was puzzled, "I thought that person stole the seal of the family master to ruin your acceptance ceremony, but if that's the case, how could it be possible to send the seal back to you today? And He didn't do anything, so what is his purpose?"

"Who knows." Ling Shu looked at the sky outside, and his expression gradually became anxious. "At this time, the heads of the eight sects should have arrived. Although I have asked Buyu to receive me first, it is not good to delay showing up."

Shan Mingxiu heard the words and said, "Let's go there first."

Ling Shu looked down at the patriarch's seal in his arms, "Then this seal?"

"Bring it over first, don't you still need it for the ceremony of acceptance."

As he spoke, he looked at Ling Shu, "If there is anything, we are all there."

Ling Shu sighed softly, and hugged Yin tightly in his arms, "That's the only way to go."

When they arrived at the scene of the grand ceremony, Buyu had already arranged everything properly and only waited for Ling Shu.

Seeing that Ling Shu had finally arrived, he hurriedly greeted him, and said in a low voice, "Master, the heads of all factions have arrived."

Ling Shu nodded, collected his expression, and handed the Patriarch Seal to Buyu and asked him to hand it over to Elder Mingru.

On the other hand, he and Shan Mingxiu walked towards the places where the heads of the various sects were seated.

When all the sect masters saw them, they were polite and stood up to greet them, "Master Shan, Pavilion Master Ling."

Shan Mingxiu and Ling Shu returned the gift.

Because Ling Shu was rude first, he smiled and said, "I'm sorry for keeping all the masters waiting for so long."

As soon as the words fell, before the heads of the sects responded, a voice not far away sounded first, "Sorry, my cousin will be the pavilion master soon, and it is inevitable to be a bit airy."

Ling Shu turned his head, looked for the source of the sound, and then saw a bright purple figure, it was Ling Yu, whom he had never dealt with since childhood.

Ling Shu frowned slightly, but before he got angry, he heard the Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley who was stroking his beard and said: "Today is Pavilion Master Ling's big day, so it's understandable that things are busy."

The rest of the sect leaders also chimed in and said a few polite words.

Ling Yu couldn't get in the conversation, and quickly died down.

Ling Shu looked at his devastated appearance, and his mood that had been gloomy all morning finally calmed down a little.

After chatting for a few more words, seeing that the good time has come, Ling Shu couldn't stay any longer.

Say sorry to them, and then walk to the reception platform.

Seeing this, everyone gradually became quiet, looked up, and waited for the opening ceremony to begin.

The three quarters of Xu time is an auspicious time.

The priests in red-gold gowns lined up on both sides, with their waists half bent, holding wats, with respectful and solemn expressions.

A loud bell sounded, like a signal to start.The music girl in red holds a mallet and strikes the chime with crisp or deep sounds.Then, the sound of Xiao, the sound of the qin, the sound of the harp, and the pipa joined in one by one, playing the Destiny Song together.

The sound of this song is powerful and clear, like Kunshan jade broken, hibiscus weeping dew, attracting black birds flying around in the sky, and they will not go for a long time.

A series of crisp bells rang suddenly, and the girl with bare jade feet held a red silk and followed the music.

Walking to the middle, the two separated, receded to the sides, and then Ling Shu's figure appeared.

I saw him wearing a cloud-patterned scarlet gold crown, wearing a dark red dress with long skirts, black brocade boots stepping on the vermilion carpet, holding three bunches of long incense, and walking up to the altar step by step.

The white-haired ceremonial official has a serious face and a majestic voice. He recited the sacrificial words: "The king was born in ancient times, followed by the heavens, and the successive generations have continued to the present. Today, he is entrusted to tell the ancestors that there are ancient and modern times, and the folk customs are also different. Look up to the Holy Spirit, forever immortal."

"bye!"

Following his vigorous voice, Ling Shu bowed three times and prostrated nine times respectfully, then stood up and inserted the incense in his hand into the censer.

The incense is curling up, it is for the continuation.

Just as he was about to retreat, a gust of wind suddenly blew in, and the incense that was still burning just now suddenly went out.

Ling Shu was slightly stunned, and looked up at the ritual officer beside him.

The ceremonial officer's face was calm, before waiting for the discussion from the audience, he continued to speak: "Please seal the head of the family."

As soon as his words fell, Elder Mingru, who had white beard and hair, came up holding a white jade table, on which was the seal of the Patriarch of Bi'an Pavilion.

Ling Shu looked at Elder Mingru with a slight sense of gratitude in his eyes.

The seal of the head of the family has always been handed over by the most respected person in Bi'ange, and it should have been handed over to him by Elder Mingru.

But a few days ago, he just learned the news that his apprentice had died outside, and he was very sad, so he retreated to recuperate.

Ling Shu thought he would not come.

But he still endured his grief, and showed him a gratified and kind smile, and said slowly: "Pavilion Master, accept the seal."

"Yes, thank you, elder." Ling Shu said word by word.

After speaking, he picked up the silver dagger at the side, cut his index finger, and dripped blood on the seal.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

However, the seal of the family master has never changed.

Seeing this, Ling Shu's complexion changed slightly.

The connection between the patriarch's seal and the new patriarch's seal must use blood as a medium.

As long as a drop of blood is fused in, the patriarch seal will automatically recognize the master.Then, the spiritual power hidden in the seal will pour out and merge with the new Patriarch.

Until the patriarch dies, it will flow out of his body and return to the patriarch's seal.

He's already dripping blood, why doesn't the patriarch seal recognize him?

Is it fake?

impossible!

After getting the seal of the head of the family, he checked it again and again, and it was definitely not a fake seal.

So why?

He raised his head and saw that Mingru's expression also changed.

Ling Shu lowered his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head, picked up the dagger and cut his middle finger, little finger, and even his wrist.

Blood snaked down his left hand, almost submerging the seal of the patriarch.

However it never responded.

The music gradually dissipated, the black bird receded, and the discussion started.

"what happened?"

"Ling Shu's blood cannot be connected with the Patriarch's seal! The Patriarch's seal does not recognize him! Hahahahahaha."

"Bastard, he's a bastard!"

"..."

Ling Shu stood there blankly holding the dagger, staring at his bloody left hand without taking his eyes off it.

The surrounding discussion was getting louder and louder, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

The only thing left in my mind is how is it possible.

how is this possible?

In a daze, the dagger in his hand was suddenly taken down.

Ling Shu looked up, but saw that Buyu had stood in front of him at some point, and handed him a white handkerchief.

Ling Shu raised his hand stiffly to take it, and wrapped it around his bleeding left hand.

Ling Shu moved roughly, and the wound was torn open again, but he didn't feel any pain.

Just looking at the patriarch's seal, he asked over and over again: "Why doesn't my blood work?"

The courtesy officer at the side came over with a condensed face, "Is there something wrong with the printing?"

As soon as the words fell, Ming Ru denied them, "No, the seal of the Patriarch cannot be wrong."

Mingru said, looking at Ling Shu with complicated eyes.

"What do you mean?" Ling Shu raised his head and asked as if awakened by his words.

Mingru saw that he was about to go crazy, so he temporarily stopped talking.

However, Unyielding, who had been silent at the side, suddenly spoke, his voice was cold and loud.

"Elder Mingru means that you are not the son of the Pavilion Master."

Ling Shu looked at him in disbelief.

But he saw a cold and serious face with sarcasm in his eyes, a face he had never seen before.

"Unchanging?" Ling Shu was stunned for a moment, then called him as before.

But Buyu didn't respond to him like before.

Instead, he picked up the dagger that was still stained with blood in front of him, and cut his finger.

Bright red blood fell from a height and landed on the blood-stained patriarch's seal, merging with Ling Shu's blood.

But what was different was that the seal of the Patriarch, who had been silent before, glowed brightly because of the newly melted blood.

Then, the vigorous spiritual power accumulated for generations gushed out from it and entered the body of Unchanging.