At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was in a daze. Because his mind was shaken, the spell was affected, and those already blurry images disappeared. It took half a stick of incense before he came back to his senses.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan came back to his senses, his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He gritted his teeth and said: "Father, Master! Folks, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, will definitely kill my enemies with my own hands and avenge you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body disappeared in Lijiazhuang, as if he had never appeared.
When he reappeared, Yuwen Zhouyuan was already in the small mountain village where he grew up. Although he had traveled through time and occupied Yuwen Zhouyuan's body in this world, he had integrated the memory of that Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Although the memory of Yu Wen Zhouyuan is scattered and incomplete, Yu Wen Zhouyuan is very familiar with this place. After all, he was an orphan here in his previous life and had parents who cared for him through time travel!
Although he didn't stay in this village for a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan has the clearest memory of this village!
Walking into the village and looking at everything familiar, Yu Wenzhouyuan felt like a wanderer living close to home. He remembered that there should be two jujube trees there. Not far from the jujube trees was the place where he often sat on a chair and watched the stars.
At that time, when I was sitting there blankly, my mother was always there to encourage me, and she would sigh from time to time...
But now the jujube tree is still there, but the others have changed!
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed softly and walked forward slowly. After a while, he stopped in a daze and looked at a familiar house in front of him. His body trembled involuntarily. It turned out that his home was the same as the one he left when he left.
time, exactly the same.
Yuwen Zhouyuan released his spiritual consciousness and sensed that there was nothing wrong. He bit his lower lip and pushed open the courtyard door. He heard a creaking sound and the wooden door slowly opened inward. After he entered, it slowly closed again.
In the courtyard, there was the familiar stone table, surrounded by several round stone benches. Yuwen Zhouyuan silently looked at everything in front of him, tears streaming down his eyes.
After a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan came to the house, opened the door, and walked in. Everything was the same as in his memory, as if nothing had changed.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to have a feeling that the previous scenes were just like a dream, and now he had woken up from his dream.
However, with Yuwen Zhouyuan's current consciousness, he clearly knew that there was no one in this room without even having to leave.
In the main hall of the house, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw two spiritual tablets, which were placed side by side. On them were engraved: "Yuwen Sword, the spiritual tablet of Lord Qiu Wan!"
Under these two tablets, there is an incense burner with some unlit incense sticks on both sides.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a look of heart-wrenching sadness. He picked up three sticks of incense, lit them and put them in the incense burner. He slowly knelt on the ground, kowtowed several times, and murmured to himself: "No.
My filial son, Yuwen Zhouyuan, I will worship you with incense today, and when I come next time, I will use the heads of the entire blood soul ancestor clan to build a blood soul head altar for my parents. To sacrifice my parents and elders!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a murderous aura immediately emitted from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body. At this moment, the cold air in the main hall suddenly increased greatly. At the same time, the dancing snow in the sky began to become thicker, and instantly
Become as big as a goose feather.
After getting up, Yuwen Zhouyuan remained silent for a while, and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, his expression changed, his body swayed, and he disappeared from the spot.
After a while, I saw a horse-drawn carriage covered with snow, drawn by three horses, galloping down the mountain village path from a distance. In front of the carriage sat a tall man wearing a raincoat with high temples.
He stood up from his grave, his eyes flashing, and he was obviously a martial arts expert in the secular world.
The big man swung the horsewhip decorated with red cloth in his hand, but with a "snap" sound, it was whipped on the shaft horse in the middle. The horse immediately neighed. Although it was on the snow-covered road, its speed was faster.
.
The ground was already uneven, and now there was snow, which made the carriage bump constantly. However, the burly man seemed to be stuck to the carriage, motionless. Even the snow on his body was not affected, but he occasionally muttered.
Shout: "Drive!"
Soon, the carriage approached Yuwen Zhouyuan's house. When the big man gave a soft drink, the reins were tightly grasped by him. The three horses neighed at the same time, raised their front hooves, swung diagonally, and finally
Stopped in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan's house.
The tall man jumped up, got off the carriage neatly, opened the carriage door respectfully, and immediately jumped out of the carriage. A young man in green clothes jumped out. The young man was handsome and very smart.
After the boy got out of the car, he immediately trembled. It was obvious that he was invaded by the cold air in the snowy night, but he didn't care. Instead, he took out an oil umbrella, opened it and said respectfully: "Master, we are here."
A frail figure leaned out from the carriage, slowly came down, and stood under the oil umbrella. This man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pale face, and he seemed to be suffering from hidden diseases.
As soon as the young man got out of the car, his body started to tremble. The young man in green clothes quickly took an umbrella in one hand and took out a blue coat from the car with the other hand. With the help of the sturdy man, he put it on the young man.
At the same time, the young man in green clothes took out a small hand stove from a small basket and said: "Sir, take the hand stove quickly. It's too cold today. Don't worry about the wind and cold."
"Okay, thank you, Qiu Ming." The young man took the hand stove and said while taking a breath.
After the young man took over the hand stove, the boy said dissatisfiedly: "Sir, it's snowing so heavily today and the weather is so cold. Why do you insist on coming here? If it snows and the weather clears tomorrow, it will be the same."
?Young master, you are weak. If you get cold, what should you do?"
Even the burly man driving the carriage had a look of compassion and a hint of reproach in his eyes.
The young master chuckled lightly and said in a low voice as he walked forward: "You don't understand. Before my grandfather passed away, he said that every year on this day, no matter what happens, his direct descendants must come here to worship in person.
, this is a tradition.”
The young boy was still dissatisfied and said in a playful voice: "Sir, this place is so far away from Dezhou City. Why do you come here every year? Is there any allusion in it? I heard some brothers talking about it, it seems that this place was once home to a strong man from the Yuwen family.
It’s the place where the person lives, right?”
The young master chuckled and stopped the burly man from pushing open the courtyard door. Instead, he respectfully stretched out his hand to push the door open, and said: "Qiu Ming, it's your first time to come with me. Of course you don't know. I will have the opportunity in the future."
, I’ll talk to you again.”
After entering the yard, the three of them did not stay, but directly opened the door of the house and walked in. Qiu Ming put away the oil umbrella in the room, shook off the snow on it, held it in her hand, and looked around curiously.
As for the burly man, he stood at the door, closing his eyes and saying nothing.
The young master took a deep breath and walked towards the main hall. Qiu Ming was about to follow, but he was stopped by the young master and said softly: "You and Uncle Wu are waiting outside, I will go in by myself."
Although Qiu Ming was a little unhappy, she nodded smartly.
The young man smiled slightly, coughed a few times, and walked slowly towards the main hall.
After entering the hall, the young man looked at the two memorial tablets on the shelf, took out a mat from the side, knelt on it, kowtowed a few times, and was about to take the incense and put it on the fulcrum, but suddenly his hand trembled.
Staring at the three sticks of incense in the incense burner that were about to burn out, he was about to scream out in surprise. Suddenly, a cold air immediately filled the entire main hall. Cold sweat broke out on the young man's forehead, and he did not dare to move. He had a feeling,
If I move, I'm afraid I will lose my life on the spot.
I saw a handsome and stern young man slowly walking out of the darkness of the main hall.
"Whose descendant are you?" Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the young master and asked calmly.
There was a look of fear on the young master's face, he was trembling constantly under the cold air, and even his voice was trembling.
"Who are you? Why did you appear in my Yuwen house..." Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the young man and waved his right hand. Suddenly the cold air around him dissipated and became slightly warmer. The young man felt his body warm.
, no longer trembled, but his eyes showed a look of shock, and he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan blankly, but secretly, his right hand touched his waist gently.
Suddenly, a fierce palm wind came from outside. At the same time, the burly man driving the car jumped into the main hall. But almost as soon as he entered, he immediately trembled and fell to the ground involuntarily.
Fall asleep.
The young man's expression immediately changed.
"Let me ask you again, who are you descended from?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said flatly without even looking at the burly man lying on the ground.
In fact, as early as the moment Yu Wen Zhouyuan saw this house, he had doubts in his heart. If no one had taken care of this house for more than ten years, it would be impossible to maintain it to this day. Moreover, according to his observation, this house was definitely not a real house.
That room back then had obviously been rebuilt.
"My father is Wen Zaidao. Since you followed me here, why do you ask questions knowingly?" The young man said with determination in his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"What is the relationship between the person with the spiritual tablet in this house and you?" Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned and asked.
"...They are the parents of our ancestors and benefactors." The young man was very confused and secretly thought that if the man in front of him was a killer sent by his father's enemy, why would he ask such strange questions.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart trembled. He looked at the young man, his tone was no longer flat, but had a slight ups and downs, and he said softly: "What's your grandfather's name?"
"Family ancestor Wen Zhengming..." The young man hesitated for a moment and said softly. She always felt that there was something strange about the man in front of her.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan heard this name, he immediately trembled and murmured to himself: "It turns out to be Brother Wen..." This Wen Zhengming was no stranger to Yuwen Zhouyuan. He had saved his life when he was in the monk camp.
Later, in Dezhou City, he also helped Wen Zhengming's Qiankun Alliance seize control of Dezhou City. Although the two did not have a close relationship, he couldn't help but feel agitated when he saw his descendants worshiping his parents.
After a while, Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed deeply, looked at the young man with a hint of unknown emotion, as if he was looking at his own descendant, and said warmly: "Your grandfather... how old was he when he died?