Under Zhang Xuantian's eyes, the remaining surviving ancestral spirits were already covered with dense black spots above their soul bodies, and several of them were already on the verge of collapse.

Zhang Xuan secretly called for luck, if he came a few days later, these ancestor spirits might not be able to hold on.

"Senior, can you tell the story of these ancestral spirits with the junior?" Zhang Xuan glanced at the old woman and asked.

The old woman stood up, walked trembling around the cushion on the ground with the peach cane to the altar, and raised her head to look at the three ancestral portraits hanging above the altar.

Zhang Xuan found that when the old woman's gaze swept over the three portraits, she seemed to stay on the portrait on the right for a moment.

"Oh..., you're a good boy, tell you their stories, and hopefully one day, if you have the chance to go back there, you can... Oh! Older, a little nagging, kid you are not strange. The old woman paused suddenly, as if she almost said something that should not be said, but fortunately found it in time and stopped.

"Let's talk about the three on this wall first!" The old woman seemed to fall into memories all of a sudden, and her eyes were full of reminiscence.

"One of them, named Situ Wen, is a genius of the Situ family. About two hundred years ago, at the age of eighteen, Situ Wen passed the Jin Shi entrance examination and ranked second in the first class of high school. The Situ family was a family of warriors, but they didn't expect to make a list, and the entire family was ecstatic at that time.

Situ Wen first worked as an editor in the Hanlin Academy, and three years later, he was delegated to the prefecture to become a prefect, and because of his outstanding political achievements, he was promoted to Xinglong Prefecture as a prefect at the end of his term. ...... The ups and downs of officialdom, in a flash, for twenty years, Situ Wen became a soldier.

Once the Southern Xinjiang Demon King was in turmoil, Situ Wen went out with the army, and finally broke the Demon King. However, on the way back to the dynasty, Ban Shi suddenly suffered an unknown and strange attack, and although the strange was finally eliminated, Situ Wen died heroically in this attack.

After his death, he was approved by the imperial court to return to his hometown. Then he held a great festival in Fuping City, became an ancestral spirit, and blessed his hometown. It's been one hundred and fifty or sixty years! The

old woman looked at the portrait of Situ Wen in the center, and her eyes were full of vicissitudes.

Zhang Xuan was also silent, and the afterglow from the corner of his eye suddenly saw that there were still a few scrolls in the corner of the offering platform, so he asked curiously: "Senior, why is there still a scroll there, why is it not hanged!" When

the old woman heard the sound, she temporarily collected her mood, looked at the position of Zhang Xuan's finger, and sighed when she saw those scrolls: "That's the ancestral spirit that has ended."

Zhang Xuan immediately realized that he was stupid, and he should have thought of it just now.

Zhang Xuan raised his head and looked at the three portraits hanging on the wall again, if he hadn't come over today, these three ancestral spirits wouldn't know how long they could last?

Under Zhang Xuan's heavenly eyes, the surface of the soul bodies of these three ancestral spirits was already densely covered with black spots, and many spots were already connected. When the entire soul body turns black, that is the moment when the ancestral spirit collapses.

The old woman sighed lightly and continued: "The general on the left is surnamed Qian, his name is brave, and the person is like his name. He was born in the Qian family in Fuping City, about 180 years ago.

General Qian Yong is a martial arts wizard, who entered the realm of warriors at the age of twenty, broke through the realm of martial artists at the age of thirty, and was highly expected by everyone, and it is very likely that he will break through the realm of martial kings before the age of sixty.

General Qian Yong entered the army at the age of eighteen, dared to fight, fought bravely, and made many extraordinary achievements. At the age of twenty-eight, he was officially promoted to the post of general and commanded a 10,000-strong army. At the age of thirty-two, he was made a general of Yaowei.

At the age of thirty-five, due to the invasion of the demon king of southern Xinjiang again, General Qian Yong led an army of 100,000 to ward off the enemy. However, because of the treachery in the army, this conquest was defeated, the 100,000-strong army lost 780,000, and General Qian Yong died in battle. "

Qian Mansion?

Zhang Xuan looked in the direction of Tianxiangju and Qianfu, with a bit of a smile on his face.

"Senior, what about later?"

The remaining soldiers fought hard, snatched back General Qian Yong's body, and sent it back to Fuping City. The people held a great sacrifice and painted this portrait of him.

Zhang Xuan also exhaled a long breath and said, "Sorry! Sad! Generals died in a hundred battles, and strong men returned in ten years. But how many people will be able to return?

"Senior, what about this last one?"

"Alas..., this last one! The old woman's eyes fixed on the portrait on the right, and she was speechless for a long time.

Zhang Xuan also felt unusual, did not urge, and quietly looked at this last portrait. He suddenly found that this last portrait was a little familiar, a bit like...

Suddenly, a lightning bolt crossed his mind, Zhang Xuan's eyes widened, and he carefully observed the face of the portrait, and he found that the person in the portrait was very similar to Wei Yuan Wei Wuwang, but much younger than Wei Wuwang.

"This last person, surnamed Wei and Zhengzheng, is the most outstanding figure in the Wei Mansion in the past hundred years,...... the old woman said, and then fell silent again.

Zhang Xuan was shocked again.

"Wei Zheng?"

"Wei Zheng has a twin brother, Wei Yuan. There was another silence.

Zhang Xuan was stunned, it turned out that this last one was actually a brother to King Wei Wu of Wei Yuan.

Unlike Wei Yuan, Wei Zhengwu has an average talent in learning, but his literary talent is surprisingly high, and he is a twenty-two-year-old high school champion. He first served in the Hanlin Academy, and five years later he was transferred to the Ministry of Officials, and ten years later he became the post of Shangshu of the Ministry of Officials. The thirty-seven-year-old official Shangshu can be described as infinitely beautiful. Five years later, he was transferred to the military department Shangshu.

During his tenure as Shangshu of the Military Department, he carried out drastic reforms and greatly improved the combat effectiveness of the army. In those years, my Daxia army swept through Liuhe, and those demon kings and ghost kings in the surrounding areas fled, and even those ghost emperors and ghost emperors had to restrain their subordinates and temporarily avoid them.

Unfortunately, reform is also a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting themselves. Wei Zheng also offended many people, and on his way back to his hometown and province, he suddenly encountered a strange ambush, including the demon king and the ghost king. Wei Zheng was killed, Wei Yuan was seriously wounded, and the rest of the entourage was killed. The old woman's voice was very low.

Zhang Xuan heard the deep grief from this voice, and it was obvious that the relationship between the old woman and Wei Zheng was very difficult. As for what the relationship is, Zhang Xuan faintly guessed.

Under Zhang Xuantian's eyes, looking closely, Wei Zheng's ancestral soul body was the fewest and lightest of the three, and obviously one of the most important reasons was that it took the shortest time to become an ancestral spirit.

Zhang Xuan was silent.

The old woman looked at the portrait of Wei Zheng on the wall with blank eyes, and seemed to be still trapped in memories.

At this moment, the incense candles on the altar suddenly began to shake, and the burning incense broke one after another.

Under the altar, a trace of black mist suddenly began to evaporate.

"Senior! What's going on..."

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