In the room at this moment, Zhao Jin was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. Tens of thousands of spiritual tablets were placed in an orderly manner in this wooden house, like an immortal army, lining up to prepare for war.
Zhao Jin didn't expect that the wooden house didn't look very big from the outside, but there was such a wide space inside. Zhao Jin, who was staying here, suddenly felt an invisible pressure, not the kind of death and low breath, but a kind of awe-inspiring
A righteous and heroic spirit. Zhao Jin suddenly felt in awe of this place.
Zhao Jin walked forward slowly. Under the candlelight, the writings on the spiritual tablets were clearly visible. Zhao Jin found that most people were not surnamed Zhao, which meant that they were not members of the Zhao family. So why did his grandfather transfer these people to the Zhao Jin family?
Where is his spiritual tablet enshrined in the Zhao family ancestral hall?
Zhao Jin looked carefully at one of the spiritual tablets, and saw that the words at the beginning of the spiritual tablet were all three words: Zhao Jiajun. Is this the army that his grandfather mentioned before that was stationed in the North? Zhao Jin looked around and found all the spiritual tablets.
The opening annotations are all filled with these three words, and the place where the memorial is held is dedicated to the heroic souls of Zhao Jiajun?
This army is not the private army of the Zhao family, but is voluntarily organized by the people of the North. This army has only one responsibility, to resist the invasion of barbarians and defend its hometown of North. It is for this reason that my grandfather returned it to the North.
In addition to having a name, his grandfather Zhao She did not command this army when the barbarians invaded.
Unexpectedly, grandpa is still here to enshrine the memorial tablets of those soldiers whose bones were buried in the North. It can be seen that grandpa has not forgotten these heroic spirits who fought to defend their homeland.
Zhao Jin came to the center of the ancestral hall, where several rows of spiritual tablets were enshrined. These were dedicated to those who had made special contributions to the defense of the North. Among them was Zhao Jin's father, Zhao Qin.
Zhao Jin discovered that the Zhao family was not enshrined in the front row. According to the ancient etiquette, the higher the seniority, the higher the rank in the ancestral hall, or the merit, but that was not the case here. There were three people at the front that Zhao Jin had never seen before.
name, and he found the spiritual tablets of his father Zhao Qin and his second uncle Zhao Yong in the second row.
When he saw that familiar but unfamiliar name, Zhao Jin felt a sharp pain in his heart, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he murmured: "Father!"
Zhao She rushed to the Zhao family ancestral hall in full swing. He didn't even eat breakfast when he heard that Mo Xiezi punished Zhao Jin to the ancestral hall to think about it. Although he didn't know the reason, Zhao She knew that Mo Xiezi would not punish Zhao Jin for no reason.
Zhao Jin was ordered to go there.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, I saw Mo Xiezi and the old man sitting at the entrance of the wooden house, playing chess leisurely and contentedly.
"Boy Mo, what mistake did my grandson make? Why are you punished here?" Zhao She asked straight to the point as soon as he arrived.
The old man said with a smile on his face: "What am I talking about? This kid is here to argue."
"Brother, please stop making noise here." Zhao She seemed to have great respect for the old man and said helplessly.
"I didn't punish him, but Jin'er asked for it. I think Jin'er can take over some things." After Mo Xiezi finished speaking, he pushed the pawn across the river.
"Jin'er?" Zhao She seemed to have not fully understood, and asked doubtfully.
"Commander, there are some things we should let the younger generation take over." Mo Xiezi pointed out.
"You mean?" Zhao She understood, "But, can Jin'er do it?"
"I have the same question, but little Mozi seems to be very confident." The old man touched his beard and said curiously: "I'm also curious whether your little guy can do that?"
"Let's wait and see." Mo Xiezi said with full confidence. He believed that Zhao Jin could do it.
Zhao Jin was kneeling in front of the coffin, kowtowed his head on the ground, and said, "Father, my son Zhao Jin has come to visit you." Zhao Jin's voice echoed in the empty space, as if Zhao Jin was just like a soldier paying homage to the servant in the tent.
The handsome father whom I have never met.
Zhao Jin kowtowed three times respectfully and stood up. At this time, he saw that in addition to the offerings, there was also a booklet. Zhao Jin curiously reached out and took it over. There were only two big words on the booklet: Military
regulation!
Zhao Jin didn't understand why this thing was enshrined in the confession. When he opened it curiously, Zhao Jin found that there was not a single word in the booklet, and it was all white paper.
"What's going on?" Zhao Jin didn't believe that someone would put a wordless military regulations on the confession, so what is the role of putting this booklet on the confession?
"Hiss." A trace of pain interrupted Zhao Jin's thoughts. Zhao Jin discovered that there was a sharp nail protruding from the back of the booklet. He accidentally pricked his finger just now, and a little blood was stained on the booklet. Zhao Jin
I was afraid that my own blood would stain the offering, so I quickly wanted to wipe it off, but unfortunately the booklet suddenly burst out with a dazzling light.
"What is this?" Zhao Jin covered his eyes with his hands, waiting for the light to gradually weaken. After the light dissipated, Zhao Jin found that the booklet was actually suspended in mid-air, emitting a soft light.
At this time, a magnetic male voice came: "My child, you are here."
"Who are you?" Zhao Jin asked, looking at the booklet, and he was sure that the voice came from there.
"Me? I am your father, Zhao Qin." The voice explained.
"This is impossible. My father is already dead. He died in battle shortly after I was born." Zhao Jin clasped his hands and roared loudly. He would never allow anyone to pretend to be his father, even if he did not originally belong to this body.
"My child, don't be excited. This is just a wisp of my remaining soul left in this divine book. I am just waiting for an opportunity to ask you three questions. As for the results? You and I are not the ones to know." The voice continued.
explain.
"Problem?" Zhao Jin didn't know why.
"Well, it's a test. No matter what the result is, don't be too persistent. Just treat it as a dream." He said with a worried voice.
"A dream? Maybe it's true, you ask." Zhao Jin looked at the booklet and waited for its questions.
"Then I'll ask. The first question is, what do you think is the most important?"
"Power!" Zhao Jin almost blurted out.
The voice was silent for a while, then asked: "Second question, why do you need it?"
"Because I'm weak."
"The third question is, what will you use it for after you own it?"
After Zhao Jin heard this question, he was silent for a while.
"What? Never thought about it?" the voice asked with concern.
"No, I have been thinking about this question before, but I was confused. But now you ask me this question, I can answer you clearly." Zhao Jin stretched out his hands and made a hug.
"Guard!" Zhao Jin said these two words sonorously and forcefully.
"For my close and selfless relatives, for my companions who have grown up together, and for those I will love most in the future, I will only use my strength to protect them. No matter what obstacles I encounter in my life in the future, or whether I am an extremely powerful enemy, I will use my strength to protect them."
These hands protect what I want to protect. This is why I use my power. I don’t want to be arrogant in the world, I just want to have no regrets in my life.”
Every word echoed in the ancestral hall, as if all the heroic spirits here were listening to Zhao Jin's answer.
The pamphlet didn't make any sound, it just floated quietly in the air.
Zhao Jin saw no response for a long time and smiled slightly. Maybe his answer was inappropriate. He didn't care about it. With two lifetimes of experience, he was already more open-minded than many people.
"Kid, I'm proud of you!"
Zhao Jin suddenly heard these words and froze on the spot. At this time, the booklet burst out with strong light again, illuminating the entire ancestral hall.
Zhao She and others outside the ancestral hall saw this light and all stood up.
The old man murmured: "This little guy really did it? The soul military regulations responded."