Leng Xiaoran was naturally not sure, and then continued to ask: "I see the vastness of the Tiancang Mountains. If the Cang School is not in a prosperous position today, it will be quite troublesome to manage the Tiancang Mountains. Please visit the latest free chapters of this book."
"Young man is wrong." Cangshan smiled.
"Hmm?" Leng Xiaoran listened.
"Even when the Tiancang Sect was at its peak, it was able to manage the Tiancang Mountains. It was like a chasm, and it was like a natural barrier to cut off the Central Earth and the Western Regions. Therefore, there were very few people on the mountain range, and it was very dangerous, and it was not much safer than the southern border." Cangshan said, and seemed extremely at ease about this.
"So that's it." Leng Xiaoran nodded.
The top of Tiancang is not far away, it is at the highest point of the side peak of the sect’s gate. The Tiancang Mountains are thousands of feet high, so the snow on the top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the eagles and cranes have never stopped.’
The three of them were flickering. After a while, they were already walking on the snow-white carpet. The white snow was soft and softer than the white tiger fur.
And dozens of feet ahead is a small ancestral hall. Is that a ancestral hall called a ancestral hall? Is the ancestral hall called a ancestral hall because of its name?
After Leng Xiaoran approached the Ming ancestral hall, he realized that the Ming ancestral hall was just because of the famous one. There was not much snow everywhere, and it seemed that someone was cleaning it frequently, but Leng Xiaoran could not see any trace of cleaning. [
There is also a thousand-year-old tree planted next to the famous ancestral hall. However, on such a high mountain, covered with snow, the old tree also seems powerful. The wrinkled bark covers the body like armor, although it is solid, there is no warmth at all.
"It's here." Sect Master Tiancang said, with a calm expression. Standing in front of the door of the famous ancestral hall, looking at the plaque of the famous ancestral hall, there was no handwriting on it, it was blank, as if waiting for others to write, but no one had the courage to write.
"We two can't go in, young hero, just go in alone." Sect Master Tiancang said to Leng Xiaoran.
"Well." Although Leng Xiaoran was still a little confused, he was sure that the mighty aura came from this extremely ordinary ancestral hall. He was so close that he was like a drowning child. The pressure on his body was extremely heavy, and even if he took a step, it would be difficult.
"Young hero!" Cangshan called out and gently patted Leng Xiaoran's shoulder.
"Yes!!" Leng Xiaoran's whole body trembled immediately, her face turned pale, and the horror in her eyes showed suspicion. After a moment, she regained her expression and looked at the ancestral hall in front of her solemnly.
The Sect Master Tiancang kept watching Leng Xiaoran's expression change, and he was convinced in his heart that the young man in front of him must be the one in the ancestral teachings. However, his appearance had any impact on the Tiancang Sect. The Sect Master Tiancang didn't know. He just hoped that even if there was no benefit, the Tiancang Sect would not be destroyed by Leng Xiaoran's appearance.
Leng Xiaoran hesitated for a moment. The previous illusion almost made him suppress the aura in the ancestral hall in front of him. If Cangshan had not awakened him, Leng Xiaoran would have been trapped in it now.
"Is Young Master Leng ready for the college storm?" Sect Master Tiancang could see what was suppressed in the famous ancestral hall.
"Minister ancestral hall... It's true that..." I don't know what Leng Xiaoran said, but the other two present didn't understand. "Since I'm here, I won't retreat." Then he walked into the gate of the Ming Dynasty hall with great strides.
The door made of iron knife and wood is as hard as steel. Touching it is cold and cold.
After Leng Xiaoran, she entered the dark ancestral hall alone. The two outside the door looked at each other, "Sect Master, are we waiting here or..."
"Let's go." Sect Master Tiancang had turned around, "The Tiancang Sect has nothing to do with him after all, and I hope it really has nothing to do with it-" Sect Master Tiancang was hiding half of his face in the mask, and he sighed slightly with a ghost mask.
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Famous ancestral hall.[
It is extremely simple from the outside and inside, just like the practice of ascetic monks.
The appearance is just a pair of bluestone. Although it is solid, it still makes people feel a little chill in this cold place. After entering the famous ancestral hall, Leng Xiaoran only saw a relatively neat dilapidated temple.
There is nothing else in the famous ancestral hall, there is only an extremely broken statue of god. Because the statue is broken, his hands and feet are broken, Leng Xiaoran can also recognize the statue of god.
There are only a few houses everywhere, not even tables and stools, some of which are just a ragged futon.
Leng Xiaoran sat calmly on the cushion and said lightly: "Since I'm here, let's show up if there is anything. I don't want to wait again."
"Buzz—" I saw a trace of itch coming from Leng Xiaoran's eyebrows again, "Well..." Leng Xiaoran was waiting, and saw the colorful light covering the statue in front of Leng Xiaoran, but the five-color stone did not appear.
The colorful lights give the statue life like the light of life.
"I didn't expect that I would see the sunshine one day..." An illusory voice slowly condensed, and it actually came from the statue, and the broken body of the statue was slowly completed, but it was clearly seen that those were just illusory images.
As for the sunshine, it has never shone into the ancestral hall. If it weren't for this, the ancestral hall wouldn't be so dark. There weren't even lamps in the ancestral hall, so the light was just a dark blue flame slowly rising from Leng Xiaoran's index finger on his right hand.
"Maybe you will never see the sunshine." Leng Xiaoran said jokingly.
"Is that?" There was no angry or provocative tone, and it seemed to be just asking for it.
"It should be." Leng Xiaoran sat casually on the cushion, with a calm expression and a slightly raised corner of her mouth.
"Who are you?" This sentence immediately made Leng Xiaoran silly, "Don't you know who I am?"
"Why should I know?" The statue's illusory body was a little twisted, as if he wanted to get closer to see how Leng Xiaoran looked, "Sure enough... I don't know."
"..." Leng Xiaoran frowned slightly, then thought about it, nodded: "It's right if you don't know. If you know who I am, I would be very surprised."
"Why?" asked the statue of God.
"If there is something that is not human or god-like, I think I can't stand it." Leng Xiaoran said, as if it was extremely relaxed, unlike the pressure I encountered before.
"Indeed." The stone statue nodded slightly, and the illusory figure immediately twisted.
"What is the meaning of your existence?" Leng Xiaoran suddenly asked this, which made the statue quite puzzled. "I don't know, maybe it's to wait for someone, maybe it's just to see how the world has become after death. The latest chapter of the Ambiguous Master (Peanuts are rice).
"Oh..." Leng Xiaoran's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and then he asked anxiously: "Waiting? What are you waiting for? Who?"
"Well..." The statue seemed to have forgotten a lot. Looking at the colorful light at Leng Xiaoran's eyebrows, the "Five-Colored Stone..." seemed to remember something, but it was still a little blurry.
"The five-colored stone was called to me by Nuwa." Leng Xiaoran reminded.
"Nuwa?" The statue's eyes seemed to be shiny, as if two gems were inlaid.
"Don't you know Nuwa?" Leng Xiaoran asked tentatively.
"What's your relationship with Nuwa?" the statue suddenly asked.
"It's okay." Leng Xiaoran answered honestly.
"It's okay... why did she ask you to come?" The voice of the statue gradually became majestic. This momentum was this aura. Leng Xiaoran only felt that his body seemed to be completely suppressed, and his whole body could not move, and sweat flowed from his forehead.
"I don't know." Leng Xiaoran said with a smile, but Leng Xiaoran found that he could no longer laugh, and his skin became stiff because he felt the majesty of the statue in front of him becoming heavier.
Leng Xiaoran looked at the statue with sweat on her head, and the bones all over her body had already made a sound of Gragra's bones, "If you... continue to do this, maybe... maybe I can't even speak..." Leng Xiaoran lowered her head the only time, and the light in her eyes gradually became gloomy.
Next, the pressure around him slowly relaxed, "Hu..." Leng Xiaoran didn't know who the divine statue in front of him was?
"Who are you?" Leng Xiaoran asked.
"Who are you?" the statue also asked.
"Leng Xiaoran." Leng Xiaoran replied.
"..." The statue hesitated a little, and then answered, because he felt that Leng Xiaoran did not deceive him, "The God of Creation of Heaven and Earth, the Great Way--"
Leng Xiaoran felt something in his heart, and seemed to have thought of something, his eyes wide open. Even Leng Xiaoran, who was knowledgeable, was not only stunned, "Is that right?"
"Isn't it?" The laughter of the statue spreads in the ancestral hall, but it has never been spread outside the ancestral hall.
Leng Xiaoran was silent, looking at the statue, thinking quickly, "Just say anything? Don't go around."
"Well..." The statue hesitated for a moment, "Since it is the person Nuwa is interested in, there may be no problem..."
"You can also treat me." Leng Xiaoran smiled indifferently.
"I can still see this from the Holy Clan boy. It condenses the most essence of your ancestors. As a Holy Son, you are still qualified to be worthy of my attention." The statue of God smiled, as if everything was disguised before.
"..." Leng Xiaoran looked at the statue of the god.
"In the vast world, everything has spirits. I have seen a lot from my birth to my death." The body of the divine statue seemed to become extremely illusory, and it seemed to turn into bubbles and burst.
"Just find the remains of my body..." The illusory body radiated slowly on the statue, and a stream of light penetrated into Leng Xiaoran's ears, giving Leng Xiaoran enough clues.
Regarding the previous farce, Leng Xiaoran shook his head slightly, "I wasted so much time, but in the end I was just giving this idea..."
Looking at the stone statue missing the avatar, the upper body and left leg on the right, I immediately turned my body and left the ancestral hall...--