Sect Master Wang Hengzhi frowned slightly when he heard the disciple's call.

This is the location of the ancestral grave.

If there is a corpse, it will not be an ancestor.

Wang Hengzhi did not dare to be negligent.

Quickly walked forward.

I saw a young man appeared beside an ancestral grave.

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

Many ancestors basically retain their appearance when they were young.

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

"I will check it myself," Wang Hengzhi replied.

He knelt on the ground, feeling the breath of this youth.

The aura of the whole body was surging.

The cyan aura envelops Xu Zimo's entire body.

"There is still a 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 such a spirit.

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

The mud goes into the deep beach, not worth mentioning.

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

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

He stood up, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Sect Master," the disciple next to him hurriedly 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 a breath, but it just didn't wake up.

It seems to have been sleeping. "

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

"Who knows if it is an enemy or a friend?

In case it is a wicked person, if we save him, we are afraid that the real Wuzong will be destroyed. "

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

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

"Save him."

One of Wang Heng waved.

Facing a woman not far away, he ordered: "Yu'er, this... fellow Taoist will take care of you."

Wang Hengzhi originally wanted to call the ancestor.

But after all, the young man's identity is unknown, so he still called a friend.

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.

Quite disgustingly said: "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 pursed his mouth, rather aggrieved, tears streaming down his eyes.

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

I blame him for being too tolerant to this disciple, and now I can't do anything with her.

"Niece Deng, if she doesn't want to do it," the core elder next to her made a round.

He smiled and said: "This person is unknown, who knows if it has anything to do with our Zhenwu Sect."

"In my opinion, it's better to find someone again."

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

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

Everyone turned their heads and looked.

I saw that Xiao An'an, the personal disciple of the Great Elder, actually took the initiative to speak.

Upon hearing this, the great elder almost bleeds with anger.

Why is this disciple so disappointed?

He just comforted other people's sovereign, why in a blink of an eye, it turns out that the clown is actually myself.

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

"Sect Master, An An is talking nonsense," the elder said with a smile that was more ugly than crying.

"Master, I'm not talking nonsense," Xiao Anan looked at the young man in front of him.

Suspiciously said: "I don't know why, I feel a touch of kindness when I look at him."

The Great Elder was helpless.

He really couldn't help this disciple.

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

Can't fight and fight.

You can't scold you.

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

Wang Hengzhi smiled.

He ordered someone to build a wheelchair and supported Xu Zimo's figure up.

This woman named Xiao An'an stood by.

Wang Hengzhi smiled and said, "If you have any requirements, you can just mention it.

Zongmen will help you. "

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

Belongs to the kind of people who don't talk very much.

"No requirement," Xiao An'an shook his head.

Wang Hengzhi also left afterwards.

Because today is the time to worship the ancestors.

Therefore, Wang Hengzhi has to preside over the overall situation.

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

Advised: "Sister An An, you are not stupid.

The identity of this person is unknown. If he is paralyzed for a lifetime, will you have to take care of him for a lifetime?

Listen to Sister Sister, don't delay yourself.

I'm going to talk to Master now. "

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

Explained: "Sister, I don't know why.

He feels so kind.

I will take care of it first.

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

"Silly girl, don't regret it," Deng Linyu felt helpless.

And on the other side.

Wang Hengzhi has ordered dozens of disciples to start placing worship items in front of the tombs of these thousands of ancestors.

Today's Zhen Wuzong is completely in decline.

It can be seen from the number of disciples alone that the huge sect has only a few dozen disciples.

However, these disciples were loyal to the sect.

Everyone loves each other, and there is very little intrigue.

The atmosphere of the sect is very good.

Wang Hengzhi's figure came to an ancestral grave.

That ancestral tomb is actually very inconspicuous in front of so many ancestral tombs.

The owner of this ancestral grave is called Wang Qianhe.

He is called Qianhe Old Man.

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

But to Wang Hengzhi, this old man of Qianhe is his most respected.

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

The old man Qianhe is his master.

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

"Master, master, you always sighed and reminisced to the west with me.

How brilliant the Zhenwu Saint Sect was once.

The disciple also rebuilt Zhen Wuzong after untold hardships.

But everything is so difficult.

Not to mention recasting brilliance, the disciples don't know how long this real Wuzong can last. UU reading www. uuknshu.com

If you know well in the spring, hope to bless the sect. "

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

At this moment, the sound of drumming was heard not far from Zhen Wuzong.

Wang Hengzhi's face changed slightly.

Because he knows that only when the sect encounters a major enemy, the disciples will sound the drum.

"What's the matter?" An elder frowned and said.

"Go and see, is there something serious?"

The disciples talked a lot.

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

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

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