In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

"Miss Mu Yan, please lead the way. I hope to visit the Wang Clan of Langya."

"It can be regarded as a way to remember the old friend."

Gentle words sounded, and Mu Yan nodded slightly.

In her heart, she was puzzled: "Is the old friend that the senior mentioned the old friend of the Wang family before he retired to the mountains and forests?"

Wang Hao looked at the vast city in front of him, with a sense of trance in his eyes.

"What a change!"

Wang Hao looked at the numerous pavilions and towers and whispered to himself.

Now, he seems calm and composed.

But in my heart I am extremely eager to find a familiar figure in my memory.

Suddenly, Wang Hao's footsteps paused slightly.

He stared blankly at the dilapidated attic on the side of the road, his expression dazed.

It was an extremely mottled and old building, only two stories high.

There are many old stone pillars in the small courtyard in front of the gate.

Over the years, the stone pier has been covered with moss.

"here it is"

There was a hint of uncertainty in Wang Hao's words, and his voice was trembling.

"This is an ancient place of the Wang family of Langya. Every year, the seniors from the Earthly Immortal Realm specially maintain it. It has existed for thousands of years." Mu Yan said thoughtfully.

Wang Hao looked at the mottled attic in a trance.

This was where he used to live, and it was also where he and Wang Dong lived together after they became inner disciples.

Looking at this mottled and crumbling ancient building, Wang Hao's vague memories of the past were completely opened.

  The extremely clever Wang Dong, the clan leader who takes care of him, the mighty Ling Zun, as well as the competition under the attic, the dimly lit wing room, and the delicious meal.

Many past events slowly unfolded in Wang Hao's eyes like a picture scroll, and everything that had happened surged into his heart like a tide.

"After thousands of years, I wonder if they are now immortals, still alive in the world, or have fallen and are buried in the wilderness."

Wang Hao looked at the dilapidated ancient building with a complicated expression and a lot of sad colors flashing across his eyes.

To me, it was just a dream, a moment of sleep in the blink of an eye.

But for the old friends, these are thousands of years and endless time!

At this time, Wang Hao noticed the center of the city.

It was a building with a closed door, and a dark and profound plaque hung high up. The ancient golden characters were extremely brilliant and splendid.

The letter is written on behalf of: Wang Family of Langya.

"That is?"

Wang Hao asked softly.

Mu Yan looked in the direction Wang Hao pointed and whispered, "That's the ancestral hall of the Wang family of Langya. It is said that the spirit tablets of the ancestors of the Wang family are all displayed here. That's the forbidden area of ​​the Wang family of Langya."

  Ancestral hall?

Perhaps, here, I can witness their end.

A complex look flashed across Wang Hao's eyes.

The next moment, his figure disappeared into the void, silently and without a trace.

Even though the eight elders from the Earthly Immortal Realm were guarding the ancestral hall.

With their strength, even with the blessing of the ancient formation, they are enough to compete with ordinary celestial beings, but they are still far weaker than Wang Hao.

“The clan ancestral hall.”

Wang Hao exhaled slowly and uneasily, raised his hand with a slight tremor, and slowly touched the ancient door.

The next moment, his figure appeared between the buildings.

The moment you step into the pavilion, the rich scent of sandalwood hits you in the face. What comes into view is the vast number of spirit tablets, more than tens of millions.

The spirit tablets representing the ancestors of the Wang family are all displayed here.

The spirit tablets are placed in an orderly manner on the ancient bronze base.

Wang Hao took a quick glance and although there were many names and deeds engraved on it, they were extremely unfamiliar to him.

"Is it on the second floor?"

Wang Hao thought about it and slowly stepped into the second floor of the pavilion.

The second floor of the pavilion is obviously much more grand!

Incense burners are displayed, and a bronze tripod with a taotie beast pattern is placed in the center, with endless fragrant oil placed in it.

The golden fire lamp bloomed on the ancient tripod, casting light, making people feel solemn.

Wang Hao stared at the spirit tablets in the center, his body motionless, his expression confused and dazed.

"Wang Jingzhou, Wang Meng, Wang Dong, Wang Yan."

"Wang Jingzhou, the 560th generation patriarch of the Wang family of Langya, achieved the status of a celestial being and made outstanding contributions. He later joined the Taoist sect, guarded the Sanqing Temple, and educated the Taoist disciples. Later, he died in the battle of Jiuyou."

"Wang Meng, the 572nd generation head of the Wang family of Langya, became a celestial being fifty years after taking office as head of the family. He later failed in his attempt to become a god of creation and died peacefully."

"Wang Dong, the elder of the Wang family of Langya! He was an ordinary boy, but later he understood Zhurong's method and was able to control all things. At the age of 315, he became a celestial being, but later he died in the battle of the Nine Netherworlds."

"Wang Yan, the 573rd generation head of the Wang family of Langya! A phoenix destined by heaven and a phoenix on earth, she attained the status of a celestial being at the age of 251, never married in her life, led the Wang family of Langya through the Nine Netherworld War, and finally died alone in the years to come."

Familiar names were written coldly on the spirit tablets.

Their thousands of years of life were all told in a few words and engraved here.

Wang Hao's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt a little suffocated and depressed!

It is often said in Taoism that the Tao is ruthless.

In the process of spiritual practice, there is "Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions" which is the highest and supreme state of mind.

But in Wang Hao's eyes, these were nothing but self-deception.

It's just to give you peace of mind.

Even though Wang Hao has now attained the status of a celestial being and has completed his merits and deeds, he still has hope for a better future.

However, he still could not completely cut off all emotions and desires, and could not be completely detached and stay away from the worldly world.

  All he could do now was to hide this feeling in his heart as much as possible, suppress it in his dantian, and not let outsiders know about it! !

"Hu-hu-"

Wang Hao felt extremely depressed and breathed with great difficulty.

He took slow steps and walked rather sluggishly to the spirit tablet in the center.

He tried his best to remain calm and indifferent, but the past scenes flashed between his pupils and kept emerging, making his heart tremble violently.

"A dream is a fleeting moment of beauty. When you look up again, thousands of years have passed."

Wang Hao muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and choked.

Time passed by little by little, and I didn't know how long it had passed before a sound was heard.

That was the sound of the door to the pavilion opening.

That low voice awakened Wang Hao from his past memories.

But he still stood there without making any move.

"Deng deng deng-"

The dull footsteps gradually approached and became clearer.

A Confucian scholar in a blue robe and a burly man walked into the second floor, chatting and laughing, and entered the ancestral hall one after the other.

  The two seemed to be discussing something, but when they saw Wang Hao with his hands behind his back in front of the spirit tablet, their expressions froze instantly! !

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the ancestral hall of the Wang family of Langya?" (End of this chapter)