"I should have thought of it earlier, hahaha."

A subtle, frictional sound sounded from all directions.

The Yuanrong pendant in Huo Fan's hand worked.

The consciousness space of Hong Wentian, the ancestor of the Hong family, is being opened. The circles of ripples are gradually melting and fading, just like the white snow in early spring gradually turning into clear water under the sun.

Looking at the size of the entire egg-shaped space, Fatty thought that the spiritual consciousness space of the legendary almighty was only so big.

Just as he was about to sigh, he was locked tightly by an invisible force.

"Well......"

"Boy, who are you? How many generations are you the grandson of my ancestor Wentian?"

"Oh, Dang Kang is here too?"

"Huh? One step away from 6 steps..."

"How many years have I been asleep?"

A series of questions, each targeting different goals.

Hearing this familiar voice, Mr. Kang burst into tears and burst into tears.

"Young man, are you back?"

"After all, we haven't seen each other for nearly 5,000 years."

"Hahaha, little Dangdang, I am no longer the Hong Wentian who fought with you on the battlefield. This is a remnant of my soul."

Hong Wentian appeared, his body was illusory, floating in the air. Through him, he could see the spiritual space behind him.

"When I passed away, I stored the spiritual space in my body here, leaving some sustenance for my bloodline in future generations."

Hong Wentian is extremely handsome. Even though there is only a trace of his soul left, he is still majestic and majestic.

"It took 5,000 years for descendants to find this place, hahahaha." The hero of the generation said in a lonely tone.

"Boy, what's your name?"

Being asked by the master, Fatty was so excited that his face became stiff.

"Ah, I, Great God, are you asking me?" Fatty's reckless character made the remnant soul of the legendary ancestor of the Hong family sigh.

"My name is Huo Fan."

"Last name is Huo?"

"You do have the blood of my family, Hong Wentian, in your body. Why do you have the surname Huo? What happened during the years when I was sleeping?"

Before he became a disciple of Black Eighty-eight and a member of the conspiracy-hunting team, Huo Fan's parents told him all about the Hong family's experiences from the fall of the Nine Prisons to the Third Sect to the present.

Now he told the ancestor of the Hong family exactly what he knew.

"Ahem, that's pretty much what happened. My dad told me that the Hong family changed their surname to Huo in order to avoid disaster. When the family was forced to separate, the main line was divided into three shares, which were collected by the Lan family, the Bai family and the Cheng family respectively.

Next, I currently know that our branch under the protection of the Lan family is still active."

The fat man's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, and the expression on the Hong family ancestor's face was extremely angry.

"The upper three clans, the upper three clans, the clan that I, Hong Wentian, led back then was named after the Hei clan. Now, hehehehe, good, very good, really good."

The long hair on Hong Wentian's head boiled, and the flaming spiritual essence burned.

"No wonder, no wonder it took 5,000 years for a descendant of my Hong family to find this place."

Thinking of this, Hong Wentian's heart moved slightly.

"Boy, remember, the Lan family protected our Hong family and kept your bloodline alive. You must repay them well."

Huo Fan nodded, he was naturally a good young man who knew how to repay his kindness.

Then, Hong Wentian's eyes narrowed, and he said in a cold tone: "Go back and investigate the things in the sewers of the Ninth Prison, and find out who were the culprits of the destruction of the Red Clan back then." Seeing that the fat man was about to interrupt, the ancestor

Remnant Soul reminded him: "Don't fool me with information that can be found outside. The real secret is buried in the soil."

"You have to dig three feet into the ground to find out for me."

Huo Fan was shocked and felt that what his ancestor said was extremely reasonable. After following Hei Yuan for so long, some things gradually became clear to him.

It makes sense that Jiujian can stand for thousands of years. Many phenomena are definitely not as simple as they seem.

Even history is the biography of the victors, so how can the losers find the spare words to correct their history?

The destruction of the red clan of the upper three clans is a big deal in the Ninth Prison. The truth must be hidden, and the two families who are singled out as the scapegoats may not be the biggest beneficiaries.

At this point, the ancestor of the Hong family had no chance to choose his descendants to inherit the inheritance, so he had to face the little fat man in front of him.

"How did you find this place? Did an adult at home give you the treasure map?"

"Treasure map?" The fat man was stunned and scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Hey, there's no treasure map. It's because I met Master Kang. He wanted to advance, so he took me to practice. When we got to this rift valley, we had some disputes over the choice of route. I wanted to go this way, and he was very stubborn.

Choose that side.”

The fat man chuckled.

"Oh?" Hong Wentian squinted his eyes and looked Huo Fan up and down again.

"Tell me about your experiences over the years and pick out some of your adventures."

Speaking of adventures, ordinary people may not encounter a few in their lifetime, but fat people are different. It can be said that they have constant adventures.

Then he briefly recounted his adventures over the past 25 years. This boy's memory is not as good as that of his good brother Heiyuan, and his words are not very logical or coherent. He also likes to brag and exaggerate and go off topic. The two seniors shook their heads and kept interrupting.

Remind him where the main line is.

So and so, so and so, I listened to the story for nearly half a day.

After hearing the second half, Hong Wentian basically understood the situation. His expression changed from helplessness to surprise, from surprise to impatience, from impatience to surprise, and finally to relief.

"Okay, okay, okay, the boy is good, the boy is good." Hong Wentian laughed and fell in love with this seemingly ordinary boy from the bottom of his heart.

"Luck, you actually have luck that goes against the will of heaven. This is such a great thing that can only be met but cannot be sought."

The fat man looked confused, pointing to the round gem on his neck and said: "Ancestor, isn't my good luck related to this bead?"

Hong Wentian raised his hand, hit the fat man on the head, and shouted: "This bead is just the key to unlock the spiritual space left here. It is a symbol of the identity of the Hong family's bloodline. How can it have any luck?"

After hearing the ancestor's assertion, the fat man couldn't believe it at first, and then he felt violently happy.

"Am I lucky?"

"Well, that's right. Although the path of luck is intangible and has no external object that can be actually quantified, it does exist. The path of luck is also a type of strength." Hong Wentian's remnant soul was in a good mood, and the fat man looked more pleasing to the eye.

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When he saw Huo Fan for the first time, he thought that the man was not good-looking, had too out-of-touch temperament, and had no potential as a master. However, when he learned that this kid had luck in him, his view of him completely changed.

No matter how high the fighting power is, there are too many powerful men who have died on the way. Heiyuan's father Hei Huai is among them. Because he was too dazzling and had an impulsive and reckless personality, he failed to survive the catastrophe. It was also due to bad luck.

good.

People with great luck are different. Their strength may not be outstanding or their abilities are not strong enough, but they can always choose the best path due to their luck.

Avoiding risks unconsciously.

Hong Wentian knew better that if he wanted to revive the Hong family's former glory, only those with great fortune could do it. And the fat man in front of him was the best choice.

He changed his previous arrogant expression and looked at the little fat man with a smile.

"Little... Huo Fan, my ancestor has a few treasures here to pass on to you. Come here, come here."

Huo Fan stared at his ancestor in disbelief for a moment.

"Ancestor, are you, are you trying to take away my body?"

A loud blow hit the fat man on the head.

"Idiot, idiot, you are an idiot." It was not the ancestor of the Hong family who did this and said this, but Xiao Dangdang, who was running around anxiously behind the fat man.

The fat man was scolded loudly and forcefully by Uncle Kang. He was beaten so hard that stars appeared in his eyes and he had a splitting headache.

He squatted on the ground holding his head and moaning.

"Young man, that is the ancestor of the Hong family, will he harm you? You must have read too many novels." Dangkang was so angry that he vomited sweet fragrance from his mouth.

"I doubt there is something wrong with the suspicion. Didn't the ancestor say that he wanted to go with me to the outside world to investigate the matter of the Red Tribe's annihilation? I thought..."

"I thought you were a piece of shit." Another blow fell hard on the fat man's head.

The boy bared his teeth and cried in pain.

"He wants to seize you. The moment you open your spiritual space, you will suffer disaster. Waiting for you to tell stories for three hours?" When Kang admonished the fat man who has no eyesight, he was really worried for him.

The fat man continued to quibble: "Then, how can his remnant soul survive in the outside world? It doesn't want to enter my head."

Dang Kang was choked by the young man's words, and growled: "You also have a spiritual consciousness space in your head, but it's just that you're at a low level and haven't been able to solidify it yet. The remnant soul of Hong Wentian can stay there."

"Then, why isn't it yours?"

In his long life, Uncle Kang has never seen such a naughty young man. He was about to take action, but he heard a cry.
To be continued...