The ceremony is very simple. The four old men are spelling in their mouths, and the veterans are constantly scratching in the air, as if in the painting.

"Shouldn't this little demon be spiritual?" A teenager asked a bald old man beside him.

"It is not clear, if there is no spiritual veins, there is no need to stay at the Yang family. After all, our Yang family does not receive useless generations!" The bald old man responded, the voice was cold.

"Isn't it? I haven't seen the child and his father. I have been able to stay in our Yang family in the past six years." An old man said, staring at Yang Wenjing.

"Give him some silver at that time and let the mother and the two of them leave, so as not to let outsiders say that our Yang family is unauthentic!" A middle-aged man agreed.

At this time, there were many people around the ancestral monument, and they were talking about Yang Wenjing's life experience, with pity for Yang Wenjing and his son, and some were mocking him.

Most of these people are from the Yang family and are watching the fun. Whether men, women, young and old, they want to know whether Yang Wenjing has the qualifications to practice, or whether it is necessary to stay in the Yang family.

"Child, come up!" Yang Sikong stood on the stele, looked at Yang Wenjing, and signaled to step forward.

"Hmm!" Yang Wenjing didn't say much, and stepped on the steps step by step. Every step was very heavy. At this time, Yang Wenjing was thinking about whether he had the qualifications of practice.

Yang Wenjing stopped in front of a monument, looked at Yang Sikong calmly, and said lightly: "Grandpa, you can start."

"Wenjing, it may hurt a little, you can bear it!" Yang Sikong spoke, holding a silver needle in his hand and pierced a hole in Yang Wenjing's tender thumb.

"Okay, just press your fingers on the ancestral monument!" Yang Sikong pointed to the huge ancestor monument.

At this time, the ancestral monument issued a secret golden light. There were dozens of gaps on the stone monument, which seemed to be cracking.

Yang Wen quietly took a picture, pressed the broken thumb on the ancestral monument, and a few drops of blood flowed along the monument.

At this moment, everyone holds his breath, staring at the ancestor, what is waiting for.

However, after a few minutes, the ancestral monument did not have a little movement, very calm, the ancestral monument showed the weak golden light, and it was about to extinguish it.

"This..." Seeing this, Yang Sikong felt a sank and his brows frowned.

"No reaction at all, it seems that this is fate!" The great elder Yang Qing spoke, feeling the result in his heart.

"Nothing looks good. Like a mortal, this little guy has no spiritual veins in his body and cannot activate the ancestral monument!" A monk from outside came to this conclusion.

At present, many people think that Yang Wenjing is mostly a mortal, and this life cannot be practiced.

Every practice group, whether it is a human race or a priest, a monster, there will be such a ancestral monument in the clan.

This is a kind of inheritance and a recognition!

Today, this ancestral monument that exudes a weak golden light has no response, and everyone can only feel that Yang Wenjing has not been recognized by his ancestors.

"Okay, the results have been released, so don't say something about it!"

"Well!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood light suddenly soared into the sky, piercing through the sky, which was very dazzling and could be seen in the entire Shuishu City.

"This...what's going on!"

"Oh my God! What the hell happened!"

"This blood light has been passed down from the Yang family for thousands of years, but I have never seen it before. Why is it so strange today?" The great elder Yang Qing stared at the ancestral monument, wondering. At this time, the old eyes narrowed at Yang Wenjing.

"This bloody ..."

At this time, Yang Xue, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard, looked at the direction of Zu Bei, staring at the blood light, was shocked and worried, fearing that it would cause scourge.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a loud noise came, and the ancestral monument suddenly burst into a pile of stone shattered, and a golden spar was exposed, exuding the golden light.

Yang Wenjing was stunned, everyone was stunned, and he couldn't believe that Zu Bei exploded directly.

This golden crystal contains a very powerful energy, and there is nowhere to be verified where it came from. However, there are rumors that there is such a divine stone in the ancestral monument of each clan. It was left behind during the mythological period. It was a sacred mountain back then.

Cracking, leaving many god stones, and later generations made this god stone into its own stele, which is large or small.

There are many sayings, but they are all legends!

"Is it really a demon?" A young man spoke, a little panicked.

"Sure enough, it is a demon, so keep him!"

"After blowing up all the ancestral monuments of our Yang family, we must not keep him, and disaster will surely occur in the future!"

Suddenly, some people couldn't help but scream and spoke, wanting to drive Yang Wenjing out of the clan.

"Quiet!" Yang Sikong yelled, looking at the tribe members who followed the cheers, he felt a little sad and angry, and said, "If the ancestral monument is blown up and repaired, it is a big fuss, what kind of ritual will it become!"

"Sikong, no matter what, this child can no longer stay in the family!" The great elder Yang Qing spoke and looked at Yang Wenjing coldly.

"I have my own sense of this!" Yang Sikong responded, turned around and looked at Yang Wenjing, and said, "Child, this is not your fault. You can still stay in the clan at that time!"

"No, grandpa, thank you for your kindness!" Yang Wenjing raised her head and said softly.

Yang Wenjing knew very well about this grandfather's kindness, but now almost 90% of the tribe members in the tribe are going to drive themselves out, even if they stay in the tribe in the future, they won't be able to live a better life. Yang Wenjing doesn't want her grandfather to be in a dilemma.

"What are you waiting for? Go back and pack up your things for the mother and knock out the Yang family!" a middle-aged man shouted.

"Yes, you don't care about your long life. I haven't lived enough yet. I have a three-year-old child. I can't keep him to harm our Yang family!" A woman shouted coldly.

Hearing these cold words, Yang Wenjing couldn't help but feel cold. These people are so ruthless!

Yang Wenjing didn't say much, turned around and left, leaving the place, preparing to take her mother to leave the Yang family.

When he arrived at the residence, Yang Wenjing had already seen a beautiful woman standing at the door. The beautiful woman was Yang Xue and had been waiting at the door for a long time.

Seeing Yang Wenjing come back with a cold face, she naturally got the answer in her heart. Yang Xue smiled gently and said, "Child, fate is in your own hands. Don't be covered by others. Whether you can practice or not is not the final decision. You want to

If you practice, then you practice!"

"Well, I'm right!" Yang Wenjing nodded, agreeing with her mother's statement.

Yang Wenjing said, "Mom, let's go. Leave the Yang family, I will collect herbs. When the time comes, it will be enough for us to live!"

Although Yang Wenjing is young, she is very sensible. On weekdays, Yang Wenjing is playing outside the city. When she comes back, she often picks some herbs and goes to the medicine shop to exchange for some silver.

"At this point, we are all three!" Yang Xue naturally heard the meaning of her words, turned around and went back to the house to pack up the ceremony.

Yang Xue finished packing soon. There were so few things that were pitifully small. There were only a few simple beddings, which were very thin. Except for the items left to him by Sun Litian, there was nothing too precious.

"Let's go, child!" Yang Xue pulled Yang Wenjing, turned around and looked around the familiar courtyard and the jujube tree, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

In the end, Yang Xue closed the door of the courtyard. Since then, it may not be returned. This is where Yang Xue lives from an early age to large. The memories are too heavy, there are beautiful and sad.

"Mother, don't be sad, as long as I have me, where is it not home!" Yang Wenjing was smart and clever, and found the mother's sadness, so comfortable.

"My Wen Jing grew up!" Yang Xue smiled, very gentle, and I felt relieved to hear this.

"Mom, you taught me this. We have to wait for dad to come back!" Yang Wenjing said with a smile.

Yang Xue stroked Yang Wenjing's forehead and laughed: "Well, you will definitely see your father at that time!"

Yang Xue no longer commented, holding Yang Wenjing's hand and walking towards the gate of the courtyard.

"Child, slow!"

Just not far away, a thick voice suddenly came.

Yang Xue turned around and saw that the person was his uncle Yang Sikong, holding a package in his hand.

"Uncle is really there. There is really no way. This is some of the broken silver given to you by Uncle. After you go out, find a quiet place to live!" Yang Sikong came to the closer and handed over the heavy parcel in his hand.

: "If you encounter any danger outside, come to me!"

"Boy!" Yang Xue's eyes jealous.
Chapter completed!