When asking your parents, this path is obviously not feasible, external forces are the best choice.

As an external force, Diyuan Mountain is certainly not omnipotent.

Dong You, the son of the Marquis of Pingyuan, has always lived in Haojing in a quiet place and rarely appeared in front of others. Moreover, this person has almost no significance for Diyuan Mountain.

But since Zhang Fengyun found them, there is no reason not to do this business.

"Please rest assured that at your level, we will deliver the information to you soon."

The owner of the tea pavilion sent Zhang Fengyun out diligently and watched him leave.

This is the benefit of identity. If someone else comes, let alone receive such treatment, even the real identity here may not be known.

It is also a privilege to send information to the mansion. Although there are telescopic devices such as hand snails, they are not particularly safe. In addition, hand snails are not connected to the contact network made by Shanghai people in many places.

It is precisely for this reason that the contact information of letters is still maintained.

After all, in the world of monks, there are hundreds of ways to take some protective measures on a piece of paper, but it is much worse to use hand snails.

Moreover, Zhang Fengyun has always accepted the convenience of Diyuan Mountain and has no sense of shame at all. Joke, the powerful class should naturally enjoy the convenience it deserves. After all, reincarnation is also a skill. Why should he consider the ideas of those reincarnation losers?

Besides, as much convenience, there are as many risks.

He has never seen anyone from ordinary families who have experienced death at the age of eight.

After all, this incident involves his own life and even his life. Zhang Fengyun is not hesitant to mobilize all resources that can be called secretly.

"But you're still late, it's meaningless to find these excuses."

Don’t ask about the Zhang family’s ancestral tomb in the mountains.

Zhang Fengshuo sat in a small pavilion, looking at Zhang Fengyun who was late with a gloomy expression.

"But I remember there was nothing important today, right?"

Zhang Fengyun looked at Zhang Fengshuo with a serious face, tilted his head and thought for a while and said, "What we need to do today is to get familiar with the process. Besides, I am not the protagonist of this sacrifice. You are the one who presided over the sacrifice ceremony this time."

"But you should know that today all the elders in the clan will subconsciously check the progress."

Zhang Fengyun asked indifferently: "Oh, who has the elders come?"

"..." Zhang Fengshuo paused and shook his head: "You are lucky, no one has come yet."

"It's not that I'm lucky. Today, all the masters above the sage realm of the clan went to Xiaodongtian for a meeting. When I came out, my uncle was about to go there. You came out too early today, so I don't know."

"..." Zhang Fengshuo could naturally see that Zhang Fengyun was interrupting. If he hadn't asked too much, but today he was different: "What are you doing?"

"Did nothing!"

Of course, Zhang Fengyun would not tell his own behavior. He wanted to make up a reason casually, but suddenly remembered the unexpected encounter with His Highness the Third Prince who returned to Beijing.

"You might be a little surprised. I met my cousin when I left the city."

"cousin?"

Zhang Fengshuo was stunned for a moment and then reacted: "The third brother is back? Didn't you have a conflict with him?"

After all, they are all their own relatives, and Zhang Fengshuo is quite familiar with the reasons. Although Zhang Fengyun is a subordinate and the third prince is a prince, if there is a conflict, Zhang Fengyun will still have the upper hand. After all, the current emperor is his uncle, and he has a token "like I am here" in his hand.

"Brother, I'm not that reckless." Zhang Fengyun patted Zhang Fengshuo on the shoulder and signaled him to rest assured: "He said that he would hold a banquet for us in two days, and I agreed."

"Although I say that, I'm still worried about you."

"Okay, just put your heart in your stomach! I won't ruin it before the wedding."

Zhang Fengyun pulled Zhang Fengshuo and walked towards the huge altar in front of the tomb. This topic has been going on for too long. Zhang Fengyun is determined to end it, and there is indeed something to do:

"Now we should start doing the job."

The so-called serious business, now we need to be familiar with tomorrow's sacrifice process.

This process is very ancient. In Zhang Fengyun's opinion, many places are not only meaningless and even a little interesting, but he cannot change anything after all. In such places, he is also slight.

Zhang Fengyun once heard a saying that in such a big family, people of his stage will always belong to their grandchildren.

And when he experienced it himself, he didn't find it interesting at all.

There are four thick stone pillars around the altar, which are a formation-like existence. The main function is to absorb spiritual energy and nourish the souls of the ancestors who sleep in the tomb.

The soul of the ancestor is awakened every twenty years, and the ancestor worship this year is called the Great Ancestor worship.

This year is exactly a twenty-year cycle. The reason why two brothers came to preside over this ancestor worship is because the main significance of the matter of the great ancestor worship is to let the ancestors take a good look at the descendants of this generation.

No matter when and where, fresh blood is the most important factor in the endurance of an ancient family.

When the sun sets, the two brothers will get familiar with this process.

The final job is to activate the four pillars next to the altar. These pillars require people with the Zhang family's blood to inject the Zhang family's wind-attribute spiritual energy into the Zhang family. Although the amount of spiritual energy required is huge, it is not difficult for the two brothers.

"There should be no problem during the sacrifice tomorrow."

Zhang Fengshuo stood on the altar and glanced downward for a week, very majestic.

But there were only a few old priests under the altar, and they all lowered their heads, and no one looked at him at all.

So he naturally spoke to Zhang Fengyun: "I heard that someone sent a visit to the Marquis' Mansion two days ago. Why did you provoke that person?"

"It's a long story, but I've been asking someone to investigate why he is pestering me."

"Isn't this easy to think about? You're so charming."

"Don't joke!"

Zhang Fengyun gave his elder brother a blank look: "I plan to send someone to monitor the movements there first, and then make a decision."

Zhang Fengshuo glanced at his younger brother and asked with a smile: "You are not the sun, moon and stars hanging high in the sky. How can you monitor others' every move?"

Zhang Fengyun was walking towards the huge stone pillar in the south. After hearing this, he smiled slightly, raised his head and looked into the distance.

"I have my own way."

The sky was extremely clear. In the distance, a white cloud was slowly floating towards them with the breeze.
Chapter completed!