Mo Xiezi led Zhao Jin to the Zhao family ancestral hall in the backyard. This was the first time that Zhao Jin came to this place after coming to another world for so long. The yard was filled with trees that resembled maple leaves, all with bright red leaves. There was a tree in the yard.
In an antique wooden house, a one-armed old man is sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the wooden house with a broom.
"This is the Blood Fire Tree. It only grows such blood-red leaves in autumn and winter. It is a tree unique to the North." Mo Xiezi explained to Zhao Jin, "It was the old commander who specially transplanted these trees from the North.
The person who came here said that these people were buried in the north, and their souls also need a place to think about."
"Grandpa?" Zhao Jin looked at these trees. A fallen leaf floated down. Zhao Jin stretched out his hand to catch it. "Is it a blood fire tree? Can it be watered with blood and fire to grow leaves as red as blood?"
Mo Xiezi stopped and turned to look at Zhao Jin in surprise. How did this boy know the origin of this name? This tree was not originally called this name. It was named by the old commander Zhao She in memory of those heroes who died in the North.
got this name.
"Are my father and second uncle also in here?" Zhao Jin asked, looking at the wooden house not far away.
"Yes, their and other people's spiritual tablets are enshrined there." Mo Xiezi also looked at the wooden house and replied.
"Others?" Zhao Jin didn't know that there were others enshrined in the Zhao family ancestral hall.
At this time, the old man who was sweeping the floor saw Master Zhao Jin, stopped what he was saying, and walked over. When the old man came closer, Zhao Jin saw that the old man had a very ordinary appearance. The only thing that impressed people was the line from left to right on his face.
There was a long scar across the entire cheek. The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Mo Xiezi, and said with a smile: "Little Mozi? I heard you were back a long time ago, why did you just think of coming here now?"
"My brother's eyes are still so fierce. It's not that little Mozi doesn't want to come, but he doesn't dare to come." Moxiezi saluted the old man and said with a smile.
"You, hey...is this the young master?" The old man seemed to have something to say, and neither of them wanted to continue talking, so the topic turned to Zhao Jin.
"Junior Zhao Jin, pay my respects to senior." Zhao Jin said. From the master's attitude just now, it can be seen that this old man has an extraordinary status, otherwise the master would not respect this old man so much.
"Huh?" The old man was a little surprised. He turned to look at Mo Xiezi and said, "This boy seems to be a little different from the rumors. I heard that you accepted him as your disciple."
Mo Xiezi nodded and said to the old man: "I bothered you to open the door of the ancestral hall. This kid has thought about his fault."
"Did you make a mistake?" The old man did not move, but looked at Zhao Jin and asked: "Boy, what mistake did you make? Mo Xiezi will punish you here."
Zhao Jin answered truthfully: "Arrogant and arrogant, he almost killed his companions."
The old man touched his snow-white beard with his remaining left arm, closed his eyes and said, "Yes, it seems that you understand your mistakes very clearly. You should be punished here. Come with me." After that,
The old man turned around and led the way.
Zhao Jin saw that the broom that was originally in the old man's hand suddenly disappeared. He quietly patrolled the yard and found that the broom had been placed in the corner of the wooden house. What kind of movement or fighting skill was this? Zhao Jin believed this.
If the old man takes action, he will have almost no room to resist, because such a method is too weird.
Zhao Jin followed the old man and Mo Xiezi to the wooden house. He saw the old man tapping in front of the wooden door with his left hand. A gorgeous secret magic circle appeared on the wooden door. Then a ripple spread and the wooden door slowly opened. Unexpectedly, an ancestral hall actually had
Zhao Jin looked surprised at such defensive measures.
"This is not to prevent theft, but to respect the heroic spirits." The old man didn't look back, but he seemed to see Zhao Jin's expression. "Go in, kneel down and think about it." The old man pointed to the futon in front of the ancestral hall and said.
Zhao Jin saw Mo Xiezi nodded to him and stepped in. After Zhao Jin entered the ancestral hall, the wooden door behind him closed on its own. At this time, rows of candles began to light up in the originally dark ancestral hall. Zhao Jin
I was stunned by the sight in front of me.
Outside the door of the wooden house, the old man asked Mo Xiezi: "Do you think he can understand the military regulations? I have always heard that this boy is not very good."
"Hearsay is unbelievable, brother. Do you think I am the kind of person who loves houses and birds? If this boy is really a piece of rotten wood, would I accept him as my disciple?" Mo Xiezi looked at the red leaves in the garden and said in wonder, "It's golden autumn again.
It’s the holidays, time flies so fast.”
"Yes, I think back then when you followed that boy Zhao She to come to me, you must have been as big as this little guy. Look now, we are all buried in our own bodies. If you don't accept it, you will never believe it." The old man stood.
He sighed next to Mo Xiezi.
"Many brothers have never had the chance to take a look at this scenery. Those of us who are alive are living with their souls."
"Well, the reason why I have been staying here is because I just want to be close to these old guys when I am about to die. This way I won't forget their appearance when I see them."
"Yes, I have almost forgotten their appearance. I can only vaguely recall their vague appearance in my dreams." Mo Xiezi stretched out his hand to pick up a fallen red leaf. "This leaf is really red. Old
Brother, do you know? That little guy just said the meaning of this leaf."
"Oh?" This time it was the old man's turn to be surprised, "Did Zhao She tell this little guy?"
"No, although the old commander loves this boy, he will never mention such a heavy topic." Mo Xiezi squeezed the leaves in his hands tightly with his hands, "Red leaves watered with blood and fire, unless you have personally experienced it, it is
I can’t understand the meaning of this sentence.”
"Well, is this why you asked the little guy to come here? If Zhao She knew about it, he would probably come and argue with you. After all, this is a heavy burden. How can the little guy bear it?" The old man said.
He asked with a hint.
"I believe in him. This little guy is not an ordinary little guy. I think he can do things that we can't do." Mo Xiezi scattered the red leaves crushed in his hands on the ground.
"It seems that you have high expectations for this little guy, but you have to remember that this road is not easy to walk. We have been fighting with them for so many years, and the price paid by both sides is staggering, but in the end we still have
Evenly matched. Do you really believe that prophecy will be true?" The old man asked, watching pieces of broken leaves falling to the ground.
"Prophecy? I don't pay much attention to that thing, but there are too many things in this kid that we don't have. He may be able to start a new era, an era that future generations can look up to." Mo Xiezi looked into the distance, "Get up.