Chapter 4226 Lord Ye's Face

"Thank you, Master, for your favor. I am very grateful."

Ye Wuque clasped his fists and spoke respectfully.

But his face remained calm, without showing any excessive emotions.

This surprised and amazed Master Taicang.

Although Ye Wuque and Sheng Haoxuan were both amazing and brilliant at first glance, their personalities were completely different.

To some extent, Master Taicang found that he could not see through the young man in front of him.

But this made Master Taicang even more excited.

"By the way, before you go to Haijiao Pass, go to the inheritance place and choose an inheritance. As a quasi-spiritual child, you naturally have to do this."

"An inheritance will also help your strength. In addition, if you can return with complete merit, you will understand by then."

Master Taicang looked at Ye Wuque meaningfully and said this, and the hint was already very obvious.

"Understood."

Ye Wuque nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I look forward to your performance. I have one last sentence, you must remember it!"

The tone of the Taicang Patriarch suddenly became serious.

"If you find that you can't do anything and can't complete the mission within two years, then you must choose to give up, and don't act on impulse."

"The mission is to sharpen you, not to kill you. If you die, then everything will be meaningless."

"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no worries about firewood."

"No matter what half of the quasi-spiritual power, or the great opportunity, it is not as important as your own life."

"Thank you, Patriarch, I understand."

Ye Wuque said respectfully.

"Well."

Patriarch Taicang smiled and nodded gently, and then his figure began to blur rapidly, and this complete space began to collapse.

Ye Wuque's eyes went dark again, and the whole person seemed to float towards the distance.

The outside world.

Under the statue of the Patriarch, Ye Wuque seemed to have turned into a clay sculpture, with his eyes slightly closed, standing motionless.

Pan'er, who was standing by, kept blinking her big eyes at Ye Wuque, and seemed to finally be unable to bear it and said with some worry: "Grandpa Ying, why hasn't Big Brother woken up yet? Will he be okay? Pan'er is so worried!"

The skinny old man sat cross-legged quietly. After hearing Pan'er's words, a pair of eyes on his blurred face seemed to look at Pan'er and said: "This is a necessary procedure. When Quasi-spiritual Sons and Spiritual Sons come to the Patriarch's Hall, the Patriarch will personally teach them the Dharma."

"He will wake up soon."

As soon as the skinny old man's words fell, Ye Wuque, who was motionless, slowly opened his eyes.

"Big Brother!"

Pan'er suddenly spoke in surprise, and immediately jumped towards Ye Wuque and hugged Ye Wuque's thigh.

Ye Wuque chuckled again and picked Pan'er up.

"Have you learned the mission?"

The skinny old man's voice sounded, hoarse and vicissitudes, but no sadness or joy could be heard.

"I know, thank you... Sir."

Ye Wuque paused, and finally called the skinny old man Sir.

"In that case, it's time for you to leave."

The skinny old man said calmly, not knowing whether he was looking at Pan'er or Ye Wuque.

"Big brother is leaving?"

"Pan'er can't bear to leave big brother!"

Pan'er, who was originally smiling happily, seemed to know that Ye Wuque was about to leave. At this moment, her emotions became dripping. A deep reluctance appeared on her delicate face, and she was about to cry again.

Ye Wuque gently stroked Pan'er's little head and said softly: "Pan'er, be good, big brother will come to see you again." "

Really?"

Pan'er looked at Ye Wuque expectantly.

"Really."

Ye Wuque nodded with a smile.

Pan'er immediately jumped down from Ye Wuque's arms, and then waved her little hand desperately at Ye Wuque and said: "Then, then goodbye, big brother!" "Goodbye, Pan'er."     "Disciple, take

your leave !"     After Ye Wuque bowed to the skinny old man, he walked out of the ancestral hall. After stepping out, he turned around and waved to Pan'er, and then gradually walked away.     "Goodbye, big brother..."     Pan'er ran to the door, leaned against the door frame, and watched Ye Wuque gradually go away. Her little face was full of reluctance, and her little hands were still waving.     Until Ye Wuque's figure completely disappeared outside the valley, she was still reluctant to leave. In addition, there was a kind of loneliness on her little face, a deep loneliness.     "Pan'er."     The voice of the skinny old man suddenly sounded.     "Grandpa Ying."     Pan'er turned around and looked at the skinny old man.     "Stay away from this person in the future! Don't get close to him!"     The skinny old man said this, and at the same time, his eyes seemed to look in the direction where Ye Wuque left, with a hint of coldness in his tone.     "Ah? Why?! Big brother is a good man! Pan'er likes big brother so much, and big brother likes Pan'er too! Why do you want to..."     "You don't listen to Grandpa Ying's words?"     The skinny old man retracted his gaze and looked at Pan'er.     Pan'er's little mouth suddenly flattened, and bean-sized tears immediately slid from her eyes, and she cried aggrievedly.     "But, but..."     Buzz!     However, the door of the Patriarch's Hall slowly closed, and Pan'er's voice could no longer be heard.     On this side,     Ye Wuque, who had left the valley, immediately headed in another direction of the Ancient Alliance.     That direction was naturally the place of inheritance!

Ye Wuque naturally understood the hint in the words of the Grandmaster Taicang. As a quasi-spiritual son, he did need to choose a heavenly spiritual inheritance.

Every disciple of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance needs to go to the inheritance site to choose the inheritance.

"Brother Yinsheng told me that the Ancient Alliance has a rule that the inheritance site only has one public opportunity to choose the inheritance every three months..."

Ye Wuque calculated the time.

"Well, what a coincidence, is it today?"

He originally thought that he would have to wait for two days, but he didn't expect it to be today. Of course, he couldn't miss it. Once he missed today, he would have to wait three months later.

He didn't have time to waste here.

Half an hour later.

Ye Wuque came to a huge ancient city!

Compared with the original Tianguan at the gate of the Ancient Alliance, this city is more vast and majestic, suppressing the world!

This city is the inheritance site.

But at this moment, in front of the inheritance site, it was full of Nine Veins disciples, and each of them looked a little ugly.

The appearance of Ye Wuque immediately attracted countless disciples before the inheritance!

"Master Ye!"

"Master Ye is here!"

...

Ye Wuque felt that the scene in front of him was a little strange. Why were so many disciples standing in front of the inheritance land instead of going in?

But soon he found that the gate of the inheritance land was closed!

With a flash of his eyes, Ye Wuque slowly approached the inheritance land.

"Stop!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the city gate. A man in his thirties, dressed in armor and with a domineering temperament, appeared there, looking down at Ye Wuque from a high position!

"Sorry, the inheritance land is temporarily closed for one day today. My master has something to do inside! Please come back tomorrow!"

The domineering man looked down at Ye Wuque, smiling.

After saying this, Ye Wuque had no expression on his face, but just said lightly: "Don't you know me?"

"I know! Of course I know! The seventh quasi-spiritual master of the Ancient Alliance! Meet Master Ye!"

The domineering man clasped his fists and saluted Ye Wuque, but there was no awe in his tone, and he still smiled.

"Open the door."

Ye Wuque said indifferently.

"I'm sorry! Lord Ye, I'm sorry, my master is inside, and my master likes quietness and doesn't like anyone to disturb him!"

"So, Lord Ye, please forgive me, please go back first! Come back tomorrow! My master will not be here tomorrow!"

Ling Ao Nanren repeated this sentence again.

"Who is your master?"

Ye Wuque had no expression on

his face. Upon hearing this, Ling Ao Nanren's half-smile turned into a sincere awe, but in the depths of his eyes that corroded Ye Wuque, there was a hint of mockery.

"Reporting to Lord Ye! My master's name is Ye Lan, and he is the third...quasi-spiritual son of the Ancient Alliance!"

"Lord Ye should have seen him at Lord Ye's coronation ceremony not long ago."

"So I hope Lord Ye will give me some face!"

Especially on the three words "third", Ling Ao Nanren put emphasis, after saying that, he looked down at Ye Wuque, and the expression on his face was still half-smile.