Chapter 1567 Ancestral Grave, Fainted Ancestor

Hearing the disciple's shout, the suzerain Wang Hengzhi frowned slightly.

This is the location of the ancestral grave.

If there is a corpse, it must be some ancestor.

Wang Hengzhi didn't dare to neglect in the slightest.

Quickly walked forward.

I saw a young man appearing beside an ancestral grave.

Of course, they can't really treat youth as youth.

Many ancestors will basically retain their youthful appearance.

"Look, is there still breath?" someone said.

"I'll check it out myself," Wang Hengzhi replied.

He half kneeled on the ground, feeling the breath of this young man.

The spiritual energy around him is surging.

The cyan aura enveloped Xu Zimo's entire body.

"There is still breath," Wang Hengzhi shouted happily.

He poured all his aura into Xu Zimo's body, trying to heal Xu Zimo's injury.

But he has a little aura.

Compared with Xu Zimo, he is just a drop of water in the deep sea.

Mud into the deep beach, not worth mentioning.

After a while, Wang Hengzhi's face turned pale.

Because the spiritual energy in his body has been exhausted, but it has no effect.

He stood up, his body was in a trance, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Sect Master," the disciple next to him quickly supported him.

"Is this our ancestor?" Someone asked curiously.

"I don't know," Wang Hengzhi shook his head.

"I can't even find out whether he is alive or dead."

He frowned.

"Obviously there is breath, but it just doesn't wake up.

Seems to have been sleeping. "

"What shall we do?" the elder next to him asked.

"Who knows if it's an enemy or a friend?

In case of some evil person, if we save him, we fear that the Zhenwu Sect will be wiped out. "

"No, he appeared in the ancestral grave of the Zhenwu Sacred Sect.

I believe that he must be a destined person of our Zhenwu Shengzong," Wang Hengzhi replied.

"Get him back."

One of Wang Heng waved.

Facing a woman not far away, he ordered: "Yu'er, this... Fellow Daoist will be taken care of by you."

Wang Hengzhi originally wanted to call him Patriarch.

But after all, the identity of the young man was unknown, so he still called fellow daoist.

The full name of Yu'er in his mouth is Deng Linyu.

She is the saint of Zhenwuzong's generation.

"Master, do you want me to take care of him?" Deng Linyu was taken aback.

He looked at Xu Zimo's motionless figure.

He said with some disgust: "I still have to practice, I don't have time to take care of him."

"This is an order," Wang Hengzhi scolded, frowning.

Deng Linyu pouted, feeling aggrieved and teary.

Seeing her like this, Wang Hengzhi also had a headache.

It's all his fault, he was too lenient with this disciple, and now he has nothing to do with her.

"If Niece Deng doesn't want to, forget it," the core elder next to him smoothed things over.

He said with a smile: "This person's identity is unknown, who knows if he has anything to do with our Zhen Wuzong."

"In my opinion, it's better to find another person."

"Master, the disciple is willing to take care of him."

At this time, a weak voice came from the side.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

Xiao An'an, the personal disciple of the Great Elder, actually spoke up on his own initiative.

Hearing this, the elder was so angry that he almost bled.

Why is this disciple so dishonest.

He was comforting the suzerain just now, but in a blink of an eye, it turns out that the clown is myself.

"Elder, since An An is willing, let her take care of it," Wang Hengzhi said.

"Sovereign, this girl An An is talking nonsense," the Great Elder showed a smile uglier than crying.

"Master, I didn't talk nonsense," Xiao Anan looked at the young man in front of him.

Confused, he said, "I don't know why, but I feel a sense of intimacy when I look at him."

The elder was helpless.

He really can't do anything about this disciple.

Because this disciple is not only his disciple, but also his granddaughter.

Hit and can't hit.

You can't even scold.

"I don't care," the elder said angrily and walked away.

Wang Hengzhi smiled.

He ordered someone to build a wheelchair and helped Xu Zimo onto it.

This woman named Xiao An'an stood by.

Wang Hengzhi smiled and said: "If you have any request, you can just ask.

Zongmen will help you. "

Xiao An'an nodded slightly, and she could see that she was a little taciturn.

I belong to the kind of person who doesn't like to talk very much.

"No request," Xiao Anan shook his head.

Wang Hengzhi then also left.

Because today is the time to worship the ancestors.

So Wang Hengzhi wants to preside over the overall situation.

Seeing Wang Hengzhi leave, Deng Linyu came to Xiao Anan's side.

Advised: "Junior Sister An An, are you stupid?

The identity of this person is unknown. If he is paralyzed for the rest of his life, why don't you take care of him for the rest of his life?

Listen to the senior sister, don't delay yourself.

I'm going to talk to Master now. "

"It's okay," Xiao An'an shook her head weakly.

Explained: "Senior sister, I don't know why.

I feel that he is very kind.

I'll take care of it first.

If he is really paralyzed for the rest of his life, I will... I will take care of him for the rest of his life. "

"Silly girl, don't regret it," Deng Linyu said helplessly.

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And on the other side.

Wang Hengzhi has ordered dozens of disciples to start placing the objects of worship in front of these thousands of ancestors' graves.

Today's Zhenwuzong has completely declined.

Just from the number of disciples, it can be seen that there are only dozens of disciples in such a huge sect.

However, these disciples are loyal to the sect.

Everyone is friendly to each other, and there is little intrigue.

Zongmen has a good atmosphere.

The figure of Wang Hengzhi came to an ancestral grave.

The ancestral grave is actually very inconspicuous in front of so many ancestral graves.

The owner of this ancestral tomb is Wang Qianhe.

Known as the old man Qianhe.

Perhaps compared with other ancestral tombs, this Qianhe old man is actually not ranked high in terms of strength or qualifications.

But for Wang Hengzhi, this old man Qianhe is the one he respects the most.

Because no matter how strong other ancestors are, he has never seen them.

And old man Qianhe is his master.

He put the fruit of worship, lit the incense, and then knelt down to worship.

"Master, Master, back then you always sighed and recalled going west with me.

How glorious Zhenwu Shengzong once was.

The disciple also went through untold hardships and rebuilt Zhenwuzong.

But everything is so hard.

Don't talk about recasting the glory, the disciples don't know how long this Zhenwuzong can last.

If you have knowledge under the spring, I hope to bless the sect. "

After Wang Hengzhi finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.

At this moment, the sound of drumming came from not far from Zhenwuzong.

Wang Hengzhi's face changed slightly.

Because he knew that only when the sect encountered a great enemy, the disciples would beat the drum.

"What's going on?" An elder frowned and said.

"Go and see, is something serious?"

All the disciples discussed in succession.

And Wang Hengzhi took the lead, and walked quickly towards the entrance of the sect.

As for Xiao An'an, he pushed the wheelchair made by Xu Zimo and followed closely behind.