"I haven't been active for a long time." The ancestor of the Ye family said to himself, and then he walked out of the cave hall and relaxed his muscles in the hall.

Ye Jian hurriedly followed, but at this moment, who knew that Ye Jian was full of doubts?

After arriving at the hall, the Ye family's ancestor waved his sleeves, and a wooden table and two chairs appeared.

After signaling Ye Jian to sit down, the ancestor of the Ye family sat down on his own, took out a pot of refreshing wine from the space ring, and drank it on his own.

"I know you are confused at this moment, but you just need to remember that our Ye family is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied by others."

After drinking a glass of fine wine, the ancestor of the Ye family looked at Ye Jian with a confused look on his face and said lightly.

"I'll write it down."

Ye Jian said respectfully.

Although he couldn't see the cultivation level of the Ye family ancestor in front of him, he was sure that he was definitely stronger than Ning Zhen, the number one master in Hei Shui City, and far beyond that.

"Yes." Seeing the attitude of the Ye family, the ancestor of the Ye family nodded with satisfaction.

"Is our vein still a thin lineage now?"

Suddenly, the ancestor of the Ye family said something that made Ye Jian frown and surprised.

"What's wrong? Didn't Jiming tell you about this?"

Seeing Ye Jian's expression, the Ye family ancestor frowned slightly.

Ye Jian's expression was even more shocked, and there was a hint of disbelief in his expression. You know, "Ji Ming" is the name of Ye's father, but the ancestor of the Ye family in front of him actually knew Ye's father's name, and it seemed to be very familiar.

"It seems that he did not tell you." Looking at Ye Jian's expression, the ancestor of the Ye family sighed, a hint of vicissitudes appeared on his face, and all kinds of yesterday appeared in front of him.

"I'll introduce myself first." The ancestor of the Ye family put down his wine glass and stood up slowly.

"I am Ye Wentian, the 28th generation head of the Ye family."

boom!

It seemed as if the thunder exploded in Ye Jian's mind, and the question he had asked Ye's father in the ancestral hall began to appear in Ye Jian's mind.

‘Dad, why are there a spiritual position missing here?’

‘This is a predecessor from our lineage, but it’s a pity that he can’t be found.’

‘Since he can’t find it, he is dead. Can we establish a spiritual position for him?’

And every time at this moment, Ye’s father always looked at the direction of the Ye Mansion and kept silent.

Ye Jian was still young and didn't understand why. Later, Ye Jian told Fu Bo that the space without a spiritual position was prepared for a ancestor named Ye Wentian.

My heart was slightly nervous. Ye Jian remembered that the contemporary head of the family Ye Qing was the 36th generation head of the family. According to the practice of each head of the family for 40 years, wouldn’t that mean that the ancestor in front of him had already lived in this world for more than 300 years?

Thinking of this, Ye Jian opened his mouth wide.

As far as he knows, the normal lifespan of ordinary warriors in the Condensation Realm is only eighty years, while the normal lifespan of ordinary warriors in the Transformation Realm is only three hundred years.

So, the ancestor of the Ye family in front of him has already broken through the realm of the Yuan Realm and reached another realm above the realm of the Yuan Realm?

"After I stepped down as the head of the family, I went out to wander for more than 200 years, and I didn't come back for 40 years ago. However, I never thought that when I left, it directly caused the decline of our branches. When I came back, there were only a few people left in the branches."

When Ip Man-tung said this, the past was vivid in his mind. He grabbed the wine pot on the table and drank it hard, as if he was looking for drunkenness and forgetting.

"I didn't expect that our vein would be brilliant." After listening to Ye Wentian's story, Ye Jian sighed inwardly.

Although he didn't know what happened to his own lineage in the two hundred years after Ip Mantian left, he still chose to be forgotten about some things.

Ye Jian thought this should be the reason why Ye’s father asked him what he didn’t tell all the secrets of the branch.

"Old Ancestor."

At this moment, after knowing Ye Wentian's identity, Ye Jian became more intimate to Ye Wentian. "There are only six people in the family, father, mother, Uncle Fu, Aunt Chun, I, Xiaopang."

Ye Jian said lightly.

"What is your father's cultivation level now? I remember that he was extremely talented at the time, almost no less than you now." Ye Wentian nodded lightly.

"Father...father is extremely talented?" Ye Jian frowned immediately, looking confused.

"Why, don't you know? Your talent is amazing now, just inheriting your father. Otherwise, why do you think you are so talented?" Ip Mantian has not left the cave for forty years and has no idea about what is happening outside.

"Father...father's cultivation is the fifth level of warriors."

"What?!" Ip Mantian couldn't believe his ears. He turned his head and his eyes became sharp.

"Say, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know either, I just know that the muscles and meridians in my father's body became chaotic since I was born."

Ye Jian's brows were also frowning at this moment. It seemed that he didn't know much about what was happening in his branch.

"Hmph!" A murderous intent suddenly emerged from Ye Wentian. This murderous intent was not aimed at Ye Jian, but it made Ye Jian's hair stand on its body, as if facing an ancient ferocious beast about to explode.

"How are the other people in the family?"

"My mother is the third level of a warrior. However, in order to give birth to me, the muscles and meridians in her body were stagnant. She has been unable to make progress until now. Uncle Fu is similar to his father. The muscles and meridians in her body are messy, and her cultivation is at the fourth level of a warrior. As for Aunt Chun, she is just an ordinary person. However, their son Xiaopang has natural stone veins in his body, which is difficult to practice."

boom!

After Ye Jian finished speaking, Ye Wentian beside him slashed out with a palm, and the entire cave hall swayed violently. Not only that, even the entire Black Tooth Peak vibrated.

Ye Tianhao sat outside the cave, feeling the vibrating space around him, and immediately sighed, with a hint of helplessness on his face.

In the hall, Ye Jian sat aside and said no longer, but at this moment, his heart was surging.

'Your father is not inferior to you now'

'Your father is not inferior to you now'

I kept thinking about this sentence from Ip Man-tian in my mind.

My father's peerless talent has become a waste vein. Fu Bo's body is scattered. My mother's cultivation is difficult to reach in this life. The little fat born with a stone vein, and his natural weak soul.

Ye Jian had never linked these things together before, but now, there seems to be a huge secret behind these things.

Ip Man-tung's expression was very gloomy, and he kept drinking and drinking the wine glass in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a while.

Suddenly, Ip Mantian seemed to have thought of something and immediately asked: "Can the ancient silhouette I left at home be there now?"

“Here.”

Ye Jian immediately ate a small sandalwood box from the space ring, and the bamboo slips that recorded the stacked waves were quietly lying in the box.

"Um."

Seeing that the ancient sword was not lost, Ip Mantian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This bamboo slip was not passed down from the Ye family, but he traveled to many places on the mainland for two hundred years and fought with a group of masters in a secret realm.

At that time, Ye Wentian had also tried to practice the secret method on the bamboo slips. Unfortunately, before practicing for a long time, Ye Wentian found that all his muscles and collaterals were injured by him. If it had not been stopped in time, Ye Wentian would probably have become a useless person.

Although the practice of Dilang Qianzhongxingxing was stopped in time, the hidden injuries received in the body caused Ye Wentian to stay in seclusion for forty years.

"You should not practice the exercises on this bamboo slip, because it should not be something that humans can practice."

After sweeping the bamboo slips in Ye Jian's hand, Ye Wentian reminded him.

Ye Jian was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and retracted the bamboo slips from the space ring.

"Okay, I won't say much extra words. I'll go home and take a look first."

As he said that, Ye Wentian stood up directly, regardless of whether Ye Jian was willing or not, he carried Ye Jian like a chicken, and his body passed through the bluestone gate, blinked his eyes and rushed out of the Yinfeng Cave, turned into a red light, and rushed towards the Ye Ji Hotel.

The whole process was extremely fast and did not alarm anyone. Even Ye Tianhao on the Black Tooth Peak did not notice it.

The Ye family only felt that they just closed their eyes and then opened them, and they arrived at their own courtyard.

"Young Master, are you... you suddenly appeared?" In the courtyard, Ye Jian's sudden appearance made Xiaopang's heart beat wildly.

"Hey, young master, who is this old man?"

When Ye Xiaopang noticed Ye Wentian beside Ye Jian, Ye Xiaopang opened his eyes wide and looked at him curiously.

When Xiaopang looked at Ye Wentian, Ye Wentian also looked at Ye Xiaopang. Although he just took a look, Ye Wentian's brows frowned even tighter.

"Xiaopang, go and invite all the family members to the lobby and say that there are distinguished guests."

Ye Jian saw Ye Wentian's expression and hurriedly ordered Xiaopang.

"Good! Master, please wait a moment." Xiaopang ran quickly towards the front hall, but when he left, he still looked at Ye Wentian for a few more glances, but he muttered to himself: Strange, why is the young master very similar to this old man?

Seeing Xiaopang disappearing from the corner, Ye Jian immediately retracted his gaze.

To Ye Jian's surprise, Ye Wentian did not go to the hall, but walked towards the quiet ancestral temple.

squeak!

The gate of the ancestral temple was opened directly, and the candlelight suddenly swayed, reflecting several rows of neat spiritual seats. The atmosphere in the ancestral temple seemed extremely desolate.

Ip Mantian walked in directly, staring at the top of the spiritual cards, silently speaking.

Ye Jian didn't dare to say much, but just stood outside the ancestral temple and waited quietly.

At this moment, his mood was in chaos. What secrets did they hide from their father, mother, Uncle Fu?

"Jian'er, what kind of distinguished guest is here?"
To be continued...