The slightly laden old man was still cleaning up the overturned brazier on the ground and turned a deaf ear to Shi Gandang's words. At this time, Ling Wanjun shouted in a low voice: "Old Yan, get out quickly! This is not the place for you to stay!"
The old man who was carrying a small head didn't even raise his head and ignored Ling Wanjun's words. However, Shi Gandang became interested in the old man who appeared rashly and said, "Little old man, are you from this village?"
The old man turned around and glanced at Shi Gandang, glared, and reprimanded: "You are such an idiot! If I hadn't been from the village, would I have come in to clean up the charcoal?"
Being scolded by him, Shi Gandang was immediately furious and took a step forward and said: "Who are you calling an idiot? I am the famous 'Saibei Ranger' from the Khitan Kingdom! Can't you be more polite?"
The old man put the coke on the ground back into the charcoal brazier, and then placed the scattered braziers in place. Without turning his head, he said: "Are you very famous? Why don't I think so? No matter how famous you 'Saibei Ranger' is, I'm afraid it's not as famous as your grandfather Wan.
One, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Shi Gandang's color changed drastically. His face turned red at first, and then became full of anger. He looked at the old man, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames. The old man continued to say: "Your grandfather was the great ancestor of the Jin Dynasty, the great ancestor of the country."
Sir, how can your splendor and fame be matched by yours? I ceded the sixteen states of Yanyun and exchanged the title of 'son emperor' for the country of the Later Tang Dynasty. This prestige really shocked the world."
Everyone here suddenly understood that it turned out that Shi Gandang was a descendant of Shi Jingtang, the emperor of the Later Jin Dynasty. Although Yelu Xiyin was his master, he didn't know much about his life experience. Only after listening to the old man's words today did he know this.
Shi Gan's face turned red and white, his teeth clenched, and he was obviously very angry.
He has been living alone and homeless for most of his life. He has lived in Khitan since his youth, far away from the Central Plains. He has always felt sorry for his grandfather's poor reputation. The people of Khitan are simple and kind, and they have never rejected Han people. He is also happy and carefree.
He has been obsessed with martial arts for many years, and competed with others every day, which earned him the title of "Saibei Ranger". Now this scar has made this ordinary-looking old man tell the truth. How can he not be angry? He clenched his fists.
He shouted loudly: "Old man, you are looking for death!" He jumped forward, condescendingly rounded his palms and patted the old man on the back.
All the servants and maids in the hall exclaimed in surprise, and Xiao Si also secretly sweated, but saw that the old man collecting charcoal was motionless. When Shi Gandang approached with both hands, he calmly stretched out his hand backwards and said,
Grasping one square and dragging it, all Shi Gandang's strength was removed, as if there were eyes on his back. Shi Gandang was shocked, raised his right leg and kicked the old man in the back. At this time, the old man had slowly turned around, and with his right hand
Holding Shi Gandang's ankle in his mouth, he pressed and pinched the outside of his thigh with his left hand. Shi Gandang suddenly felt that his whole body was sore and weak. The old man threw his hand outward and threw Shi Gandang far away. His movements were not hasty or slow, just like picking up a flower.
Pruning the branches didn't take much effort at all. Shi Gandang was thrown out, and he twisted his body hard on his waist. A kite turned over in mid-air and stood on the ground. He was so horrified that he had no intention of being underestimated.
At this time, Handerang suddenly said: "Uncle Yan, please go out."
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, sir, I'm out." Without even looking at Shi Gandang, he gathered the charcoal braziers on the ground together and slowly walked out of the hall holding a stack of braziers.
There was silence for a long time, and no one spoke in the main hall. After a while, Han Derang said: "Your Highness, King Song, that's the end of today's competition. The wine has gone cold, and the dishes have gone cold. Look..."
Yelu Xiyin touched his chin, looked in the direction outside the palace, and looked at Han Derang again. His heart was mixed with shame and anger, and he snorted and said: "Nephew Derang, your villa is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. The lonely king really admires it! It's getting late.
We won’t disturb you and say goodbye!” After saying that, he stood up and strode out, followed by the dejected Heita and Shi Gandang.
Xiao Jixian also stood up without saying a word, glanced sideways at the Han family and his son, and quickly followed him out. The Han family and his son, together with Ling Wanjun, got up and saw each other off, all the way out of the villa gate. When they returned to the main hall, they saw that the hall had been cleaned, and the servants
One after another, Xiaosi still stood there without moving.
Handerang smiled, picked up a jar of thyme, which still contained half of the wine, and handed it to Xiaosi: "Go, Xiaosi, I know why you haven't left yet. Take it and drink it, don't drink too much!"
Xiao Si was overjoyed, reached out to take it, made a face, and ran out quickly.
When Xiao Si walked away and saw no one around, Han Kuangsi said quietly: "Today's farce made the King of Song angry. I don't know whether it will be a disaster or a blessing in the future."
Han Derang sighed, "Whether it is a disaster or a blessing, there is no need to panic now that the matter has come to this. Sooner or later, there will be an account to be settled between us and Yelu Xiyin."
"Well said!" Ling Wanjun came over and patted Han Derang on the shoulder, "Yelu Xiyin did come prepared today. I'm afraid he will see the secret of the ancestral hall. I'm afraid he already has suspicions in his heart. This
He will be a source of disaster in the end. If this person can be eliminated as soon as possible, that would be the best!"
Han Derang said: "Uncle Ling, how long do you think we have to wait for Qinglong Feitian?"
"Jiachen has undergone dramatic changes, and the abyss is filled with blood. The fairy ropeway, and the blue dragon flying into the sky! That day will not be long!" Ling Wanjun looked at the sky, his eyes were filled with sorrow and glory, and there seemed to be tears flashing, "We have been away from the Central Plains for twenty years.
We have more than a year, and we only want that day. We must not let the treacherous villain ruin our important event!"
The three of them were speechless, turned around and looked towards the back mountain, standing silently. Under the cold starlight, the Qinglong Mountain above their heads was shrouded in heavy mist. The wind blew, the mountains rustled, and the pines surged like a wave.
The sound in the chest of an ancient beast conveys the breath of nature.
Under the moonlight, Xiaosi sat on the ground with a log at his feet, holding the jar of thyme in his hand, with a wet smile on his face. He still didn't care when the night wind blew. He liked to drink alone under the moonlight, the mellow and spicy wine.
Sliding through the throat and going straight into the heart, a kind face would often flash in the clear moonlight. He had long lost the memories of his childhood, and what was left to him was only nostalgia and reverie, vague and hazy, as delicious as wine.
"Brother Xiaosi, are you thinking about your mother again?" Ling Xiaoxiao sat next to him at some point, close to his body, looking at his reddish face and asked with concern, her eyes vaguely confused.
.
"I don't know. I don't remember what my mother looks like. I just wonder what she will look like and what kind of person she will be."
"You can't remember anything at all?"
"How old was I when I came to the villa? Four or five years old, maybe. I don't remember anything at that time. I only remember that the day I first came here, there was a fire on the mountain. If Uncle Ling didn't tell me that he picked me up,
, I’m afraid I always thought he was my father!”
"Do you remember that fire? It was so scary! There were a lot of men in black who came to the villa that day. They cut people down when they saw them, like demons. Now that I think about it, I'm still scared!" Ling Xiaoxiao hugged Xiaoxiao
shoulder, whispering softly.
Xiaosi didn't answer, but took a sip of wine and glanced at the dark mountains opposite. The night was vast, and there was a confused atmosphere between heaven and earth. The green mountains hidden behind the fog became more and more mysterious, and they couldn't help but be fascinated by the sight.
Ling Xiaoxiao bumped Xiaosi with her shoulder. Seeing that he ignored him, she pouted and said, "Why are you ignoring me?"
Xiaosi smiled, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I was distracted just now."
"What were you thinking about just now?" Ling Xiaoxiao asked, staring at Xiaosi.
"Xiaoxiao, do you know what's in our ancestral hall in the back mountain?" Xiaosi asked in a low voice.
"I don't know that anymore. My dad never lets me go in there. It's a forbidden area in our villa. Only the owner and the young owner can enter. It's not like you don't know that."
"Xiaoxiao, how about the two of us go there tonight and have a look? There might be something interesting there!"
"Brother Xiaosi, you are crazy! If my father finds out, it would be strange if he doesn't spread your ass!"
"Silly girl, let's go secretly. As long as you don't tell me and I don't tell, who will know?"
"That's not okay! What if he finds out? He should punish me by crouching on horseback, but I won't do it!"
Seeing that Ling Xiaoxiao refused to compromise, Xiao Sihu raised his face and said in a low voice: "Xiaoxiao, if you don't go, I'll spread your ass first!"
Ling Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and said fiercely: "What did you say? I'm not afraid of you! If you want to spread my ass, then come on!"
Xiaosi suddenly smiled, grabbed Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and shook it: "Good girl, I'm teasing you. Xiaoxiao is so good, I can't bear to spread your ass. My dear sister, just go with me, it's so mysterious there.
, there must be some secret. If there is a martial arts secret book or something, will we make a lot of money?"
Xiao Si shouted "Good girl, good sister" several times, which made Ling Xiaoxiao feel dizzy and confused. The last sentence "Martial arts secrets" shocked her. After a moment of hesitation, she raised her head and asked: "
Brother Xiaosi, can there really be martial arts secrets there?"
"I can't tell. What if there is?" Xiaosi blinked slyly. Seeing that Ling Xiaoxiao was still hesitating, he pulled her up and left. Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't resist, so she had to follow obediently.
The moonlight was clear and gray, and the stars were sparse. Passing through the courtyard where Xiao Si lived, and walking a hundred steps back along the path, we found the most secret place in Yinlong Villa - the ancestral hall of the Villa. The two arrived hand in hand.
In front of the ancestral hall, I saw that this place was wide and flat, deserted and quiet. In the dark night, a large hall jumped into view. In front of the hall were four vermilion columns. On the corners of the eaves, animals raised their heads to ask the sky, and dropped hexagonal copper.
The bell sounded crisply when the wind blew by. There was a plaque hanging high above the center of the palace door. There were vague words on it, but the light was unclear and it was impossible to see clearly. After looking left and right to make sure there was no one, Xiaosi raised his legs and lightly
He settled down and walked forward on the green bricks. Ling Xiaoxiao next to him was also feeling uneasy at this time. Looking at the hall in front of him, he felt nervous for no reason and refused to relax for a moment while holding Xiaosi's hand.
The main hall is built against the mountain. It is simple and thick. There are many bluestones behind the hall, and a long stone ridge stretches as far as the eye can see. It seems to extend to the blue clouds in the sky. Xiaosi squinted his eyes and looked at the green mountains behind the hall. He suddenly felt dizzy and was hovering in the mountain valley.
There was a strange dragon, more than a hundred feet long, with a ferocious head, scales on its body shining with green light, five sharp claws and toothy eyes, as if it was about to rush into the sky at any time. Xiaosi stopped and looked carefully, the hall was silent.
Sitting silently, only the bells under the eaves rang occasionally. The outline of Qinglong Mountain behind the palace was blurred in the night, and the scene just seen disappeared. Xiaosi tugged on the corner of Ling Xiaoxiao's clothes and whispered: "Xiaoxiao,
Did you see that?"
Ling Xiaoxiao asked in confusion: "What did you see? I didn't see anything?" He also raised his head and looked forward with wide eyes, but in front of him except for the misty night, there were only the main hall, green mountains and a cold moon.
Xiaosi looked intently again. The hall in the night became more and more strange and mysterious. The sight of the looming flying dragon in the Qinglong Mountain Col was as deep as a knife in his heart. While he was confused, he suddenly heard a hoarse voice coming from behind him: "Who?
it's here?"
The two of them were shocked. Ling Xiaoxiao let out a low cry, grabbed Xiaosi's arm and hid behind him, and turned around to look back. Only a person appeared in the darkness, with deep wrinkles on his face, and his eyes locked tightly with each other like eagles.
This person is none other than Old Man Yan, the man who burns charcoal in the village.
Ling Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief and said slightly: "Uncle Yan, it's you. Why don't you make any sound when you walk? You're so scary!"
Old Man Yan remained silent and glanced at Ling Xiaoxiao. His eyes immediately fell on Xiao Si's face and he was searching, as if he was deep in thought. Ling Xiaoxiao pouted and said, "Uncle Yan, why don't you speak?"
Old Man Yan still ignored Ling Xiaoxiao, looked at Xiaosi for a while, and suddenly said: "Do you really want to go in?"
Xiaosi was a little calmer, met the old man's gaze and asked: "Uncle Yan, what are you doing here?"
"Of course I'm here. I already discovered it when you two sneaked over. Don't you know that not just anyone can enter here?" Xiaosi chuckled: "It's just an ancestral hall.
.Xiaoxiao and I are just curious, why no one is allowed to enter here casually?"
"Do you want to go in?"
Xiaosi hesitated for a moment, glanced at the pale Ling Xiaoxiao, and said, "I really want to come in. Will you agree to let us in?"
"You can come in, but she--can't." Old Man Yan said indifferently, his hands behind his back, his body becoming more and more stooped.
"Why?" The two people shouted in unison. Ling Xiaoxiao said angrily: "Why? Why can brother Xiaosi go in and I can't?"
"No reason. You just can't come in."
"My father is the housekeeper of the Villa, why can't I enter?"
"What kind of housekeeper doesn't care about the house? Who is Ling Wanjun?"
Ling Xiaoxiao was furious. No one in this villa had ever been so disrespectful to her father. Her face turned red and she shouted loudly: "Damn old man! Why did you say that about my father? How did he offend you?"
Old Man Yan snorted coldly and looked at Xiao Si again: "How is it? Do you want to go in?"
"No!" Xiaosi refused, "If you don't allow Xiaoxiao to go in, then I won't go in either. Although I really want to go in and have a look."
"Oh? You are very loyal!" Old Man Yan showed a hint of admiration in his eyes, but it was fleeting. He said with a straight face, "Forget it if you don't want to come in. You should just go back to where you came from."
Xiaosi stared at this stubborn and slightly crazy old man and asked: "Why can I enter but Xiaoxiao can't?"
"Because her father is Ling Wanjun, and I don't like her father!"
"Then why can I come in?"
"No reason! Children, don't ask so many questions. It's better to know less about some things! It's getting late, you should leave quickly!" Old Man Yan shouted with his eyes wide open.
"What if, what if I take Xiaoxiao and force my way in?" Xiao Si said gloomily.
"I will kill her!" Old Man Yan said solemnly.
Both of them were stunned when they heard this. Ling Xiaoxiao had never thought that this taciturn old man could be so vicious and perverse, and shouted angrily: "Damn old man, you bastard!"
Xiaosi squeezed Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and said quietly: "As long as I am here, I will not let you kill Xiaoxiao! Now tell me, how can I bring Xiaoxiao in?"
Old Man Yan suddenly smiled: "It's simple. As long as you beat me, you can bring whoever you want in."
"Okay, I understand!" Xiao Si took Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and turned around to leave, saying loudly, "Old man Yan, remember, one day, I will defeat you and bring Xiaoxiao in with dignity!"
The two people gradually drifted away. Old Yan stood motionless on the spot, like a wood carving and clay sculpture. His eyes had lost their light, and they were silent and dim in the night. The surroundings were suffocatingly lonely, the wind was like a knife, and Qinglong Mountain was in the huge sky.
Crouching down and lying quietly, a commanding aura rushed towards my face. At the foot of the mountain, at the col, the vermilion hall was silent, and the four gilded cursive Chinese characters on the door suddenly shone brightly - Summoning Dragon Ancestral Hall!