The person who came to Zhu Lingwu's courtyard to pass the message was the manager in the Zhu family's seven-room ancestral hall, and the manager who was specially appointed by the foundation-building ancestors to obey orders and pass the message.

Above the seven-room vein system where Zhu Lingwu is located, there are three ancestors who have cultivated immortals after foundation building. The oldest one is already 260 years old and seventy years old, and the youngest one is also in his early 200 years old.

It is said that after cultivating immortals and building foundations, the life span can reach at least 300 years. If some foundation-building immortals who practice water and wood-based skills can reach even more than 500 years.

But no matter what, refining qi and building foundations is only for mortals to have more time to refining qi and cultivating immortals, and it is only the first step to embark on the road to cultivating immortals. Otherwise, how could mortals embark on the long road of cultivating immortals in just a hundred years?

Of course, for these gentry families in the mundane world, it is already good to have immortal cultivators after building the foundation. Only the royal family and royal family of the Great Jin Dynasty can exist in the Jindan stage.

If many gentry families lose the foundation and pillars of these families, they may fall from the ranks of poor commoners from the status of gentry nobles.

The last time I came to Tongshan County to treat Zhu Lingwu, the youngest ancestor, was also the water-based martial arts practiced. With him, he could at least ensure the stability of the seven-house family, the grandchildren of Zhu's family, and five hundred years.

However, these ancestors usually only meditate and cultivate qi in the Qifang Ancestral Hall, but rarely manage the mundane affairs in the family. Today, for some reason, they actually came to summon Zhu Lingwu.

The manager from the ancestral hall respectfully was at Zhu Lingwu's door. Zhu Lingwu didn't dare to delay time. He tidied up his clothes and followed him out.

The manager from the ancestral hall brought Zhu Lingwu a simple carriage. It seemed that the ancestors who cultivated the qi and built the foundation did not like luxurious decorations, and they seemed to be even more natural.

After Zhu Lingwu got on the bus, the shift servants who were originally waiting for the orders outside Zhu Lingwu's house surrounded him again. No matter what, they still had to follow Zhu Lingwu's side to serve him at any time, but Zhu Lingwu's closest dog-legged boy was not here.

Of course, among these servants, there are also some people who have similar status to Liangcai. They were originally considered to be closer to this eight-year-old doll, but they are more trustworthy than Liangcai.

In fact, Zhu Lingwu didn't care much about these servants and followers. Even if the good talent was just a temporary use in Zhu Lingwu's eyes.

In this way, Zhu Lingwu took a car and ran slowly towards the backyard of the seventh house of Zhu's house. Zhu Lingwu did not ask the manager what was going on with his ancestors now, but Zhu Lingwu knew in his heart that it should be the pharmacist.

Fortunately, on the way here, Zhu Lingwu had basically thought of a statement. If he really faced these ancestors of immortal cultivation, he could not say that they had given him any magic weapon to protect him.

It took about a quarter of an hour, and Zhu Lingwu finally arrived at the ancestral hall of the seventh house of Zhu's family. This is an extremely secluded place, separated from the residential area in front of him by several gardens and a lake.

When Zhu Lingwu came here, he could feel a solid rich spiritual energy coming out under his feet, just like standing on a steamer, with rolling boiling water bubbles under his feet releasing water vapor.

According to the memories Zhu Lingwu got from the Meng Medicine Master, in the spiritual places where those outer sects are located, the spiritual energy seems to be nothing more than that.

Of course, that refers to the place where ordinary disciples of the outer sects practice. If there are really some masters and elders who practice in seclusion, the spiritual energy will naturally be more intense than here.

When he arrived at the gate of the ancestral hall, the manager turned around and greeted Zhu Lingwu, "Young Master, the three ancestors are waiting for you inside, and the villain will not go in. Inside, the villain can't bear the body!"

Zhu Lingwu unexpectedly glanced at him. Although this manager looked very ordinary, probably in his forties, Zhu Lingwu could feel that he was actually a martial arts master, and his strength was definitely around the ninth level of the acquired day.

Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but recall the memory of this body in his mind. This child had never been here before. When he was testing his body's bloodline level, he was in the ancestral hall of the Zhu family, which was like a sacrificial hall that commemorated the common ancestors of the family.

So why do you say that your body can’t bear it?

However, I seem to have watched some movies and novels before, saying that it is an ancestral hall that only people from the family can enter. Perhaps this manager is not from the Zhu clan, so he is not qualified to enter the ancestral hall.

Although he had turned a corner on this matter in his heart, Zhu Lingwu just nodded, turned around and ordered the servants who followed him, "You can wait outside too! I'll just go see my ancestors myself!"

Then Zhu Lingwu walked alone into the Zhu Family Qifang Ancestral Hall. From outside, the ancestral hall looked like an ordinary yard, with the door plaque "Qifang Ancestral Hall" written on the plaque entering the courtyard gate.

The courtyard gate was open, and Zhu Lingwu stepped directly across the threshold and entered the gate.

The first thing I saw was a courtyard, which looked about 300 square meters. There were many green cypress trees planted in it, some flower beds surrounded by them, and some spiritual plants such as herbs were planted in it.

A straight along the gate is the sacrificial hall where the ancestors of the seventh room of Zhu's family are placed. You can see the misty smoke inside, and the faint smell of sandalwood comes from it.

However, Zhu Lingwu did not feel any fluctuations in the Yuanli here, nor did he impose any pressure on his body, and did not feel any special changes at all.

But his soul thoughts were not dared to release them here for investigation. With the experience of a pharmacist in Mongolia, he did not dare to show off his powerful soul thoughts too much.

"Little grandson, come here with the paper crane!"

A voice sounded in Zhu Lingwu's ears. Zhu Lingwu pretended to be unknown and turned around, and then saw a paper crane flying vividly on his left.

The paper crane was folded out of yellow paper, with a slightly flashing white aura on it, forming an illusory crane shadow, the size of a real white crane, its mouth was opened one by one, and the words just now seemed to be what it said.

This should be a magic effect that is like a thousand miles away. Of course, for Zhu Lingwu, this is just a trick.

But Zhu Lingwu still looked surprised on his face, and he couldn't help but look at it carefully, and wanted to reach out to touch it.

Seeing Zhu Lingwu seeing him, the paper crane flew around in the air, avoided Zhu Lingwu's touch, and slowly flew to the left side of the ancestral hall courtyard. While flying, he turned to look at Zhu Lingwu, as if he was calling Zhu Lingwu and over.

Zhu Lingwu followed it forward, and soon passed through a small portal on the left side of the courtyard and came to a small courtyard.

At first glance, this small courtyard is like a small garden, and there are several small stone houses and wooden houses in several different places in the garden.
Chapter completed!