"It''s urgent to be in power. Everything about ancestor worship should be simple. I''ll send the leader to do it myself."


    After a pause, Zhuang Zongzheng frowned slightly and asked, "where is Zhuang Taibai?"


    "Taibai is here."


    Zhuang Taibai, the current leader of Lingyun sword sect, hurried out of the cave and appeared on a peak below.


    Zhuang Zongzheng looked down and frowned deeper. "Did you hear me clearly?"


    "Listen clearly. Don''t worry, Lao Zu. Taibai will do it well."


    Hearing the speech, Yang Xuan looked down at Zhuang Taibai and saw that this man was in an old green robe, about forty or fifty years old, with the highest cultivation achievement in the supreme realm.


    Although tall and majestic, the temples are already gray, and the depths of the eyes reveal endless loneliness, a gloomy and frustrated appearance.


    The most ridiculous thing is that he stood shakily on the top of the peak with a slightly broken wine gourd in his hand. Even if he was far away, Yang Xuan could smell the wine on each other''s body.


    Zhuang Zongzheng, who was beside him, said with a smile, "it seems that my great grandson is still a good drinker!"


    "Alas, let me laugh."


    Zhuang Zongzheng sighed and explained slightly, "my great grandson, who is not a tool, used to be a genius. He has great power at a young age. He has become famous in the whole mysterious wasteland for a while, but since he was confused by a witch, the whole person has changed like a person."


    "Witch?"


    Yang Xuan is interested.


    "Yes, that''s a witch. She''s good at bewitching people. My great grandson was cheated by him to lingyunjian, the most precious treasure of zongmen town. Since then, she has been drinking all day and doesn''t take much care of sect affairs."


    "Well, I want to see the witch when I have a chance."


    "It has been too long. The woman may have left the xuanhuang world and gone elsewhere to harm others. How difficult it is to find someone from this vast world."


    Zhuang Zong was shaking his head. He didn''t want to find the Witch and take back Lingyun sword from the other party, but he thought it was one thing and whether he could find it was another.


    When his thoughts turned, Zhuang Zongzheng looked at Zhuang Taibai again and said, "what are you doing? Don''t hurry."


    "OK, Taibai, let''s do it now."


    After waving back Zhuang Taibai, Zhuang Zongzheng immediately took Yang Xuan, magic Yuanzi and tiger demon Yang Hu to his mountain.


    On the mountain peak, pavilions, birds singing, flowers fragrant, clouds steaming, and in the depths of the clouds, there is a solemn and solemn ancient hall.


    This hall is not a discussion hall, but the ancestral hall of Lingyun Jianzong. It is a real important place of the sect, in which the memorial tablets of the leaders of Lingyun Jianzong are enshrined all the year round.


    Lingyun sword sect will hold ancestor worship here every three or five years. There is nothing special to prepare, but to set up incense burners, tributes and so on.


    Soon, everything was ready. Lingyun sword sect, from the elders of the sect to the disciples of the sect, all gathered on an open ground outside the temple at the peak and quietly looked at Zhuang Zongzheng outside the temple.


    "Don''t make a noise when offering sacrifices to your ancestors."


    Zhuang Zongzheng didn''t talk nonsense. After a simple explanation, he glanced at Yang Xuan around him and said with a smile: "brother, wait a moment. After paying tribute to his ancestors, the whole sect of Lingyun sword sect will go to the Shenwu mainland with you."


    Then he greeted Zhuang Taibai, the leader of the sect, and the sect elders to enter the ancestral hall together.


    A group of people had already bathed and dressed properly. As soon as they entered the ancestral hall, they began to worship and pray for good weather and prosperity for all ages.


    Of course, Zhuang Zongzheng, as the principal, had to secretly ask for the understanding of the ancestors of Lingyun sword sect.


    This process took a long time. Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. He just sat down on the stone steps outside the ancestral hall.


    As for the devil Yuanzi and the tiger demon Yang Hu, they stood respectfully behind him like two sculptures.


    This picture also had a great impact on a group of Lingyun sword sect disciples in the open space under the stone steps.


    Yang Hu said nothing. Most people have seen it and are not surprised, but Mo Yuanzi is different.


    He is not only a stranger, but also looks vicious. His whole body exudes a strong evil spirit. At first glance, he is not a good kind, and his cultivation is absolutely very high.


    However, such a strong man of the devil''s way is a look of respect for Yang Xuan, which shows how powerful Yang Xuan is.


    "The young master is so powerful, but where is Shenwu mainland? Is it his hometown?"


    In the crowd, Jiang xiner was also there. The little girl stood on tiptoe and peered at Yang Xuan, her eyes full of curiosity and doubt.


    Previously, Zhuang Zongzheng said that he would go with Yang Xuan to the Shenwu continent, which is obviously Yang Xuan''s hometown.


    "Hehe, Shenwu mainland is indeed my hometown. There is a lack of vitality in heaven and earth. It can only be regarded as a small world. It can''t even rank in many small worlds."


    As if he heard Jiang xiner''s voice, Yang Xuan got up and said with a smile.


    He said this not only to Jiang xiner, but also to many Lingyun sword sect disciples present.


    "What, just a small world."


    "Why? Even if Lingyun sword sect wants to move, we should find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers?"


    Yang Xuan''s words undoubtedly raised a lot of comments in the crowd.


    "The ancestors and the elders of the sect are offering sacrifices to their ancestors. Everyone should be quiet. In addition, the hometown of the young patriarch is a small world. What''s the matter?"


    Lin Hai drank softly and suddenly stepped out from the front of the crowd and said, "you don''t think about it. Since a small world can produce such arrogant figures as little patriarch, it is enough to show its extraordinary. I believe that under the leadership of little patriarch, even if I go to a small place, Lingyun sword sect will rise again in the future."


    "I, I think so."


    Jiang xiner also ran out and said with a positive face.


    Yang Xuan nodded at Lin Hai and Jiang xiner, then walked slowly down the stone steps and said to the others, "the small world is really not conducive to cultivation, but cultivation does not depend on the vitality of heaven and earth. If you don''t have a determination to become stronger, no matter how good the external conditions are, you can''t achieve anything in your life."


    After that, he frowned suddenly, and then heard a hearty laugh from afar.


    "Ha ha, Meng came uninvited. If there is any disturbance, please don''t blame Lao Zhuang."


    "Why come here when you know to disturb? Get out!"


    Yang Xuan drank coldly and issued an eviction order impolitely.


    "Hum, I''m Meng Zhenghai, the supreme ancestor of Wuxiang demon sect. Who are you?"


    Accompanied by a cold hum, an old man with a tiger back and a bear waist, a magnificent figure and a devil spirit all over appeared in the distant sky.