Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 103 Recognizing Ancestors and Returning to Their Clans (Part 2)
In the manor, someone came again soon.

It was another lineage of clansmen, up to [-] in number. The leader was a bald old man with a broken arm, full of evil spirits, and the clansmen behind him were also covered in wounds, full of evil spirits.

Obviously, their journey is also very difficult.

Seeing the white-haired old man and others, everyone sighed and cried and laughed together, feeling extremely affectionate and happy.

After all, although everyone belongs to different lines, they are all Yang family members.

The same blood flows through the body.

in the evening.

A few more groups of clansmen came to the manor, but there were not many of them.

After that, there are scattered individuals like casual cultivators.

But these people, like lone wolves, have fierce and cold eyes, as if they are not close to strangers.

They may have families, but they were all dead, and only they survived and came to this secret assembly yard.

Especially a one-eyed, middle-aged man with a big knife in his hand, blood all over his face and body, and an intestine hanging from his neck, I don't know whose intestines it is.

He is also a lone wolf.

Moreover, the aura of cultivation has reached the realm of the ancient saints, and they are currently one of the strongest small groups of people in this manor, only weaker than the existence of a few ancestors.

"That person's name is Yang Nianfu, and his mother is rumored to be the saint of the Tianmo Sect at that time."

"After the destruction of Tianmo Sect, our ancestors fled to the southern wilderness, and this saint who was pregnant with Liujia fled to the northern ice field and hid."

"After Yang Nianfu was born, he had outstanding aptitude, and became even more extraordinary when he grew up. He married a hundred wives and concubines, encouraged childbearing, and thrived for thousands of years. His clan reached nearly [-] people and became one of the three overlord families in the ice field."

The white-haired old man who was the first to arrive at the manor discussed in a low voice with several ancestors from other lines.

"Unfortunately, his family is too strong, and the enemies he attracts are also the strongest. The Tianxuan Sacred Sect dispatched three ancient sages, leading tens of thousands of disciples, and the other two overlord families of the ice field to join forces."

"That battle shook the northern border. Yang Nianfu's family was wiped out, and the three ancient sages of the Profound Sky Holy Land all fell, and the two overlord families that participated in the war in Ice Land were also slaughtered by Yang Nianfu."

"Hey, depending on the situation now, Yang Nianfu is really the only one left in this family. He is a scumbag!"

That's the case, but who can break out of the encirclement alive and come to this manor to gather, who doesn't have two unique skills?

I'm afraid they are all ruthless!

The object of discussion is not only Yang Nianfu.

Other slightly stronger masters or ancestors were discussed by everyone.

Everyone seemed to be talking and laughing, but there was a glint in everyone's eyes.

There are no simple things, everyone is as cunning as a fox.

"By the way, which generation is the old man from the Yang family?" Someone started to ask about the seniority, and it was a young man who opened the conversation.

This is to arrange seniority and determine seniority.

In the yard, there was a moment of silence. Everyone raised their heads, their eyes flickering.

I'm going to see my ancestors soon, so I can't rush up there, there is a rule!

Moreover, this is already Huizhou, the territory of the Immortal Emperor, and the Tianxuan Sacred Sect and other enemies dare not show their heads.Therefore, it is also time to discuss seniority.

"I am the sixth generation of the Yang family behind the ancestors." An old man said proudly while twisting his beard.

The young man was surprised: "Ah, the sixth generation, disrespect and disrespect, I am the fourth generation, two generations higher than you, according to the rules, you have to call me grandpa, hahaha, I am so embarrassed"

Old man: "."

A girl who looked like she was only in her teens ran over, blinked her big eyes and said happily: "I am the third generation of the Yang family, grandpa, you have to call me Grandma Zu, this little brother, you Don't laugh, you have to call me sister-in-law!"

In the manor, there was a sound of recognition of family and seniority.

Some people are obviously very young, but their seniority is very high, and they have become grandmas or grandpas, and some people have gray hair, but they have become grandchildren.

"Back then, the ancestors favored a lot of grandparents!"

"Yes, according to our genealogy records, there are at least a thousand of our grandparents!"

"No, according to our genealogy, there are [-] grandparents. Did you miss the grandparents that our ancestors raised outside?"

The crowd was chattering and chattering.

At this moment.

The first white-haired old man who came to the manor stood up and said loudly: "Everyone, be quiet!"

He released his quasi-emperor aura, and everyone's expressions changed instantly.

Among his relatives, there is even Emperor Zhun.

But there are also a few old men, whose expressions remain unchanged and whose aura is as deep as a deep abyss, who are obviously also quasi-emperors.

In the manor, it was quiet.

Only then did the white-haired old man say: "My clansmen, we are all descendants of our ancestors. We have come here after going through hardships and dangers. To put it mildly, we are here to recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors, and to do our filial piety to our ancestors."

"To put it bluntly, aren't we here just to hug our ancestor's thick thigh?"

As soon as the words fell, the clansmen in the yard all lowered their heads in embarrassment.

The white-haired old man continued: "I will introduce myself briefly!"

"My name is Yang Buhui. My mother was one of the saints of the ten kingdoms, the saint of Yaochi. Therefore, I am the son of Emperor Immortal. Here, I should be one of the few people with the highest seniority. Right?!"

There was an uproar in the yard.

No one expected that this white-haired old man had such a high status.

And the mother is also one of the saints of the Ten Kingdoms, the saintess of Yaochi, and many of their grandparents are just beautiful female disciples of the Tianmo Sect back then, or women who were adopted outside.

In such a comparison, this white-haired old man is simply a direct descendant of "Genzhengmiaohong"!
However, no one admitted it.

An old man next to him replied with a chuckle: "Everyone knows that the saintesses of the Ten Kingdoms and the ancestors are not true love, but forced love."

"And my mother, although she came from a humble background, she was just a popular singer back then, but she fell in love with my ancestors, oh no, and my father at first sight, and they fell in love at first sight. Touch, and then go up and down, nine (that's) me."

"So, I am also the son of the Immortal Emperor, and my status should be higher than yours."

This old man was dark-skinned and had quasi-imperial aura on his body, but his eyes were fierce and evil, and what he said caused an uproar among the clansmen in the yard, and then they burst into laughter.

Yang Buhui blew his beard and stared angrily.

"Yang Laoxie, pay attention to the influence. Today is different from the past. This is not your Heavenly Evil Sect. Be careful, don't be slapped to death by the Immortal Emperor!"

The evil old man, called Yang Laoxie, came from a humble background, but with great luck, he founded the Tianxie Sect, which is also considered a big force in northern Xinjiang.

This time he was besieged by righteous forces, so he had to flee with his family and disciples and grandchildren of Tianxie Sect.

Being reprimanded by Yang Buhui, Yang Laoxie smiled indifferently.

Yang Buhui didn't want to talk to him too much, he pondered for a while, and said: "The old ancestor favored many grandparents back then, and it's been a long time, and the grandparents have already gone west, so why don't we decide like this!"

He should call these grandparents aunts. The titles here are just to suit the majority of the tribe.

"Here, we only talk about seniority and nothing else. After ranking seniority, whoever is the elder brother or younger brother, we will rank according to cultivation level. If the cultivation level is the same, we will draw lots."

As soon as the words fell, everyone nodded in agreement.

Yang Laoxie and the other three ancestors who were also quasi-emperors looked at each other and agreed that this method was feasible.

Yang Buhui looked at the corner under the eaves, there stood an old man with a one-armed crutch, with a gloomy breath, it was Tie Wuyou, the third elder who summoned the Tianmo Sect that day.

"Elder Tie Wuyou, please be a witness!" Yang Buhui cupped his hands and said, he respected the only remaining third elder of Tianmo Sect.

Tie Wuyou nodded with a smile.

He is also very excited to see the old leader soon, so he also hopes that the descendants of the old leader can meet the old leader in a regular manner, recognize their ancestors and return to their clan, and don't make a fuss.

Immediately.

Yang Buhui first confirmed the four sons and one daughter of the Immortal Emperor.

Yang Buhui, Yang Laoxie, Yang Nianfu, Yang Jian, the one-armed bald old man who came to the manor for the second time, and Yang Ruolan, a middle-aged woman.

Among the five of them, Yang Nianfu is the ancient sage. According to the rules set just now, his cultivation base is the lowest, and he automatically becomes the fifth younger brother.

The other four were all quasi-emperors, and Tie Wuyou used a secret treasure inherited from the Tianmo Sect to draw lots to cover up the aura, and even the quasi-emperor couldn't see through it.

Yang Buhui became the eldest brother, Yang Laoxie became the second younger brother, Yang Ruolan was the third child, and Yang Jian was the fourth child.

The seniority order of the five people was decided in this way.

Afterwards, the other clansmen also quickly determined their seniority rankings according to the method just now. Everyone is a cultivator, and they acted quickly. When the sky was dawn, a new family tree was sorted out.

"The tribe has a total of 12 people!"

Yang Buhui said, "It's almost time, let's go, let's go recognize our ancestors and return to our ancestors!"

"Remember, don't wash up, don't eat, show your wounds, just like this, with blood and wounds, holding a broken knife and sword, to meet our ancestors."

"Crying children get candy!"

"The old ancestors will give us treasures when they see our miserable appearance, understand?"

"clear--!"

A group of people responded in unison.

Yang Buhui, Yang Laoxie and the other five looked at each other, nodded, and walked in the front, leading the clansmen to the Immortal Mountain.

Tie Wuyou led the masters of the Tianmo Sect to secretly protect him.

Qinglongwei quickly noticed this group of people, and after inquiring about them, their complexion changed drastically, and they immediately dispatched soldiers and horses to escort them along the road, and at the same time sent someone to report urgently.

After receiving the news, Mo Heteng, the old God of the Qing Dynasty, couldn't sit still, and immediately notified the sword ancestor Xiang Changsheng of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land, and the two went out in person to secretly escort the group of people to the Immortal Mountain.

The top of the Immortal Mountain.

Yang Heng sat cross-legged, studying the back-to-back pictures of the thirteen gods and demons, and wanted to activate the second gods and demons.

at this time.

He suddenly felt a sense of energy and blood, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes were filled with purple light, and he looked under the sky, his eyes saw through the void for thousands of miles.

"It turns out that my grandchildren are here."

Yang Heng smiled, and the sea of ​​clouds rolled.

Thousands of miles away.

A group of descendants came, and from a distance, they saw the Immortal Mountain floating above the void, and everyone cried with excitement.

Yang Buhui tightened the dagger in his waist, looked at the Immortal Mountain, his throat rolled, and he choked up, "The great and invincible Immortal Emperor, my father, on behalf of my poor mother, I came to stab you."

　I have something to do in the afternoon, my sister sent some cucumbers, and I have to get them. Today is the 2nd update, and the author also takes a break. I will work hard for the 4th update tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)