It's not that Yu Chenran and others don't want to tell Chen Qingyuan, but the rules.
If Chen Qingyuan can't bear to reach the top, this matter must not be revealed. Many core elders do not know what kind of opportunity there is at the top of the tower.
After a moment of ferrance, Chen Qingyuan looked back at the ancient tower, which was mixed.
Well, it's my own choice. I have nothing to regret.
Chen Qing came from my comfort and tried his best not to think nonsense.
It's just a way to save your life. It's not a big deal.
"Alas! That's all. I can only send you to another place.
Lin Wenshou sighed.
"Another place?" Chen Qingyuan said doubtfully, "Master Lin, what does this mean?"
"If the things on the top of the tower are not taken away, there are other things. This is the rule set by our ancestors. Choose one of the two.
In Lin Wenchou's view, the position of the young head of the court is the most precious. Unfortunately, Chen Qingyuan gave up and had to make up for it in other ways.
Fortunately, the ancestors kept their backhands so that the stupid descendants could grow up as soon as possible.
As for who is stupid, Lin Wenchou did not name his surname.
Buzz--
Lin Wenchou sealed his hands and told the dean about the ancient pagoda.
With the permission of the dean and the consent of the will traces of the ancestors of all dynasties, Lin Wenchou turned his head and looked at Chen Qingyuan on his side and gently slapped him: "Kid, how much you can gain depends on your own ability."
唰-
Chen Qingyuan's body was wrapped in a soft force and was immovable.
His eyes were blurred, and his whole body seemed to have been exiled to a strange space.
When Chen Qingyuan had a trace of consciousness, he saw an ancestral hall.
The ancestral land of Daoyi School Palace is buried with the bones of the ancestors of all dynasties. This is the fundamental place of the school palace, and even the vice president cannot easily enter.
The ancestral land is desolate and the cold wind is rustling.
Chen Qingyuan stood outside the door and looked at every corner, leaving mottled traces of time.
The ancestral hall is not big, and there is a huge wooden shelf in the middle, on which there are many spiritual positions. The remaining will of the sages of the Taoist Temple of all dynasties lived in the spiritual card, silently sheltered the palace and guarded the ancestral luck.
With awe, Chen Qingyuan took a heavy step and walked to the ancestral ancestral hall.
"Disciple Chen Qingyuan, meet all the ancestors."
Chen Qingyuan wanted to kneel down and kowtow to show respect.
Unexpectedly, when Chen Qingyuan's knee was just bent, an unknown force stopped him and made him unable to kneel down.
I tried several times and failed.
Chen Qingyuan had to bow and salute.
Why don't you let yourself kneel down?
Chen Qingyuan was puzzled about this, but he didn't think much about it. Maybe the will left by the ancestors of all dynasties is more amiable. I don't like this kind of false gift!
"Wow--"
Suddenly, a breeze blew from outside the door.
"Bang Dang"
The open door closed tightly, which made Chen Qingyuan's heart tremble a few times and was a little nervous.
A wisp of invisible force came from the end of the ancestral hall, slowly drifted around Chen Qingyuan, and then penetrated into his eyebrows.
"Buzz!"
The next moment, Chen Qingyuan sung up in the air, his body was shining with countless golden lights, and his body was temporarily out of control.
He could feel a warm current swimming in the meridians, removing impurities from his body and hitting the bottleneck of the realm of cultivation.
"Wow--"
Another wisp of will floated in from Chen Qingyuan's foot plate into his body.
The pure aura is full of the whole body, making its foundation extremely strong. The three holy golden elixirs make a "stuttering" sound, and the luster on the surface of the golden elixir becomes brighter, as if it is transforming.
The infinite spiritual power came from all directions of the ancestral hall, all of which rushed to Chen Qingyuan.
Enroination!
No matter how stupid Chen Qingyuan is, he can guess what's going on.
The spiritual empowerment of the will of the ancestors of all dynasties is enough to save Chen Qingyuan from hundreds of years or even thousands of years of asticure without any side effects.
The remaining will used the last means, and then dissipate and no longer exist.
With the passage of time, several spiritual positions have lost their lines, becoming particularly ordinary and bleak.
Enchanting and preaching consumes the willpower of the ancestors, which cannot be obtained by unparalleled demons. After all, if ordinary disciples could get such a creation, the foundation of the Daoyi Palace would have been exhausted long ago.
Moreover, the average Tianjiao accepts such empowerment, not to mention that it is not cost-effective. It is estimated that he can't stand it at all, and it is easy to die.
...
The main hall, in a quiet yard.
Dean Yan Ximeng stared at the direction of the ancestral land and saw what Chen Qingyuan was going through.
"This child has made the dean worry too much."
Yu Chenran said softly.
"He is the hope of Qingzong and the future of Daoyi School."
Yan Ximeng has high expectations for Chen Qingyuan.
Secretly, Yan Ximeng has deduced the causal traces of Chen Qingyuan many times, and the results are the same every time.
A piece of chaos, the endless law covers the eyes, and you can't snoop on it.
In today's world, it is by no means simple to avoid Yan Ximeng's calculation methods.
Perhaps, the cause and effect of Chen Qingyuan is not only related to Qingzong.
"There is something I don't know. I hope the dean can solve the puzzle."
Yu Chenran hesitated for a while, but still wanted to figure out about this matter.
"Do you want to know the origin of that box?"
Yan Ximeng glanced at Yu Chenran with a respectful attitude and guessed.
"Yes."
Not long ago, Yan Ximeng gave the mysterious box to Yu Chenran, and wanted Yu Chenran to hand over the box to the predestined person.
At this time, Yu Chen suddenly realized something and was ready to close the barrier. He didn't have time to go out, so he had to let Chen Qingyuan complete this task.
Maybe it's out of curiosity, maybe it's worried about Chen Qingyuan, so Yu Chenran wants to ask clearly, so that he can also be closed at ease without worrying about it.
"The thing in the box is a drop of blood."
Yan Ximeng waved his sleeves and blocked the surroundings to prevent the news from leaking.
If it hadn't been for the worry that Yu Chenran couldn't calm down, Yan Ximeng would not want to tell each other.
"A drop of blood?"
Yu Chenran looked puzzled.
What kind of blood needs to be paid so much attention to?
There are many Taoist lines engraved on the ancient box, which can't be solved with the strength of the dust.
"Too little blood."
Yan Ximeng murmured.
Boom!
Hearing the sound, the five thunders were banging, and the color was thick.
Who is Taiwei? How can Yu Chenran know?
The last emperor in the world was born millions of years ago.
A drop of blood of the ancient emperor is worth no less than the emperor's soldiers. If this matter spreads, it will make countless old guys crazy and grab it at all costs.
This is no longer a hot potato, but a life-threatening charm.
Yu Chenran was so scared that his face turned pale. He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses: "Dare to ask the dean, who should I give this thing to?"
"The descendants of the ancient emperor of Taiwei."
Yan Ximeng once fell under the broken bridge and almost fell. He accidentally found the bones of the ancient emperor of Taiwei and was sheltered.
Then, Yan Ximeng communicated with the remaining will of the ancient emperor of Taiwei, got a drop of emperor's blood, and promised to give it to the descendants of the ancient emperor to reproduce the glory of Taiwei.