Qin Lang paid the fare and got out of the car. He came to the door and saw that the road in front of the door was broken and old, and it should have been a long time since it was repaired. Qin Lang thought to himself, Sang Jingtian should be a clean official. With his noble status, even the old house would be a bit shabby. Maybe it was because he was unsuccessful? Maybe he was deliberately making a show. Anyway, there were many such officials in the past world who were hidden.

There was no one guarding the door. Qin Lang and Xue Wu looked at each other and reached out to knock on the bronze door knocker.

After knocking several times, I heard an old voice coming from inside, "Here! Here!"

After a while, the door slowly opened.

The person who opened the door was a gray-haired elder. He bent his back and squinted his eyes and looked at the strange young men at the door and said, "Two are..."

Qin Lang smiled and said, "Hello, we are here to find Lord Sang..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man closed the door and almost slapped Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang was turned away and shouted: "Old man, please listen to me. We were entrusted to come from Tuolong Mountain."

The old man's hoarse voice came from inside: "There is no Lord Sang here."

Qin Lang had an idea and said, "I'll look for Sang Jingtian, Mr. Sang!"

The door creaked and opened again. It was the old man just now. This time he just poked out a white-haired head: "What are you looking for him for?"

Xue Wu said: "It's not us looking for him, it's my grandmother who asked me to look for him."

"He's not in now."

The door was closed again.

Qin Langxin said, what's wrong with this old man? Is it interesting to always turn on and off like this?

Xue Wu didn't feel too much loss. She didn't expect to join Sang Jingtian. She turned them out and followed her brother. Wouldn't she be happier?

Qin Lang was still afraid that Xue Wu would be sad, so he smiled at her and said, "Why don't we find a place to live first and come here another day?"

Xue Wu nodded. As long as her brother accompanied her, it would be fine wherever she went.

The two of them walked a few steps, and the door behind them opened again, and naturally the weird old man with white hair: "Hey! Little girl, what's your surname?"

Xue Wu stopped and turned around and said, "Sang!"

The old man nodded and said, "Let's walk along Mingzheng Street, turn right at the fifth intersection, pass through a pine forest, and you can reach the cemetery. There is a straw shed next to the crooked willow tree."

Qin Lang smiled and said, "Thank you, old man."

The old man didn't even turn his eyelids, and he closed the door again.

Xue Wu stuck out her tongue and said, "This old man is so strange."

The two followed the direction guided by the old man and walked about five miles to the cemetery in the western suburbs. It was already dusk. They saw a middle-aged man in coarse cloth dress in front of the straw shed chopping firewood with his body on his back. The smoke from the earthen stove next to him seemed to be preparing for supper.

Qin Lang and Xuewu walked over. When they were about two feet away from the man, the man was still focused on chopping firewood, and did not seem to notice that anyone was coming.

Xue Wu said timidly: "Uncle!"

The middle-aged man waved the hatchet in his hand and split the log in front of him into two even halves with one knife. Although the log was broken to the end, it still stood there without being separated. He whispered: "This is a cemetery, what are you doing here?"

Qin Lang said: "Are you Lord Sang?"

"There is no Lord Sang here." He rotated the log and another knife. The hatchet fell on the log and divided it into even four equal parts.

Qin Lang looked at the log that was divided into four parts and sighed in his heart that Master Sang's skill in chopping wood was first-class, and it seemed that he had practiced during his mourning period.

Xue Wu said: "Uncle, my grandmother asked me to come to find you."

"Who is your grandma?"

"Grandma San, we live in Chidorizumi."

The middle-aged man gently lowered the hatchet and turned around. His hair and beard had not been trimmed for two years, and they were already very long, but it still did not damage his majestic demeanor, his eyes were deep and shiny with wise brilliance.

Xue Wu lowered her head with a hint of dismay under his direct gaze.

This middle-aged man is Sang Jingtian, the censor of the Dayong Dynasty who is in the Dingyou period. Sang Jingtian said: "Grandma Sang? Is she okay?"

Xue Wu's eyes suddenly turned red: "Grandma...she was killed by someone..."

Sang Jingtian's expression is not wavering.

Qin Lang, who was quietly paying attention to Sang Jingtian, thought to himself, what is the relationship between Sang Jingtian and Grandma Sang. He did not reveal any sadness when he heard about Sang Jingtian's death. Of course, when he reached Sang Jingtian's state, his mentality was as stable as an old dog, his emotions were not reflected in his expression, and any fluctuations in his heart would not be easily revealed, but it is not ruled out that his relationship with Grandma Sang was not so close, and Grandma Sang was entrusted to be unhuman.

Qin Lang also made the worst plan. If it was the latter, he would have to leave with Xue Wu. Anyway, he had no relatives in this world, so he would depend on Xue Wu for life in the future. I believe Xue Wu would be very happy.

"What else did she say?"

Qin Lang felt inappropriate in his heart. If Grandma Sang is very important to Sang Jingtian, according to common sense, shouldn’t he ask who was the one who killed Grandma Sang?

Xue Wu took out a colorful lotus seed that had been prepared from her waist bag and handed it to Sang Jingtian: "Grandma asked me to give it to you."

Qin Lang knew the preciousness of this gift, and Xue Wu relied on a colorful lotus seed to be reborn and cultivated into adulthood.

Sang Jingtian's eyes fell on the colorful lotus seed, and a trace of unconcealed sadness flashed in his eyes. He did not take the lotus seed, slowly turned around, sat down again, picked up a log, raised a hatchet, and slashed it down with one knife. The log was divided into eight evenly equal parts, and fell to the ground almost at the same time, just like a light yellow autumn chrysanthemum blooming on the ground.

Qin Lang sighed in his heart, this knife is not easy, Sang Jingtian is a master.

"I don't need it, you keep it, it's hard for her to think about me."

Xue Wu walked over, placed the colorful lotus seed on the log next to Sang Jingtian, and whispered: "Then we're leaving." After hesitating for a while, he finally didn't say what my grandmother asked her to come and join her.

"Where are you going?"

Xue Wu looked at Qin Lang without saying a word.

Sang Jingtian Dao: "With your current cultivation level, it is very dangerous to walk in the world. If I read correctly, this kid, Naisan, uses the blood lotus to recast his body, but he will lose two souls and two spirits after all. If he cannot be retrieved in time, his life span will be at most more than seven years."

Qin Lang was secretly surprised. Sang Jingtian was really not an ordinary person. No wonder Grandma Sang asked Xue Wu to come and join her, as if she had the intention of fulfilling herself.

Sang Jingtian said: "The current emperor regards the demon clan as a beast, and set up a demon-suppressing and killing him. I wrote many letters and was rejected. Grandma Sang asked you to come to me to ensure your safety." He stood up, picked up the colorful lotus seed, and handed the hatchet in his hand to Qin Lang: "Help me chop the rest."

Qin Lang was so amused that Sang Jingtian did not regard himself as an outsider, and he bumped into the hatchet, which was twice as heavy as an ordinary hatchet.

Sang Jingtian returned to Xue Wu and handed the colorful lotus seed to her again and said, "Although this thing is precious, it is useless to me. I understand Grandma Sang's painstaking efforts, you can follow me."

Xue Wu glanced at Qin Lang, Qin Lang nodded and signaled her to go. From Sang Jingtian's behavior of not accepting the colorful lotus seeds, it can be seen that this person should be grateful to Grandma Sang. Perhaps he owed Grandma Sang a great favor.

Xue Wu accompanied Sang Jingtian to a grave, Sang Jingtian said: "It is my parents buried here."

Xue Wu was about to kneel down when she heard this, but was stopped by Sang Jingtian. Sang Jingtian smiled and said, "You don't need to kneel down. Grandma Sang is the benefactor of our family. If it weren't for her saving her, our family would have been dead."

Xue Wu didn't know what happened back then. I remembered that Grandma Sang once said that he knew where his mother was buried. She wanted to ask, but she felt that it was a bit abrupt when she asked about this kind of thing for the first time.

Sang Jingtian said: "My original surname is Shang, and I was negotiated. Because Grandma Sang saved our family, my parents decided to change my surname to Sang to remember my mother-in-law's great kindness. Your name is Xuewu, right?"

Xue Wu nodded: "How do you know?"

Sang Jingtian smiled and said, "I can only give you your name. I have seen you, but you don't remember it." Sang Jingtian raised his head and looked at the gradually dim sky. He seemed to remember something. After a while of silence, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "From today on, you can call me uncle."

Sang Jingtian invited them to dinner together, calling it a welcome to both of them, but the welcome banquet was so shabby. There was a big pot of wild vegetable porridge. During the mourning period, Sang Jingtian ate this almost every day, and after two years of eating, he still ate it with relish.

Qin Lang and Xue Wu were about to eat, and Qin Lang easily found the feeling of remembering bitterness and sweetness. It seemed that this was the first time to eat in the cemetery.

When night fell, the white-haired old man came over in a carriage and lanterns. He was Sang Sangeng, the butler of Sang Mansion. Sang Jingtian asked the butler to take them back to live.

On the way back, Qin Lang tried to get some news about Sang Jingtian from Sang Sangeng, but the old man was very terrifying and pretended to be deaf and dumb, asking questions and not knowing it.

When they arrived at the Sang family, the two realized that Sang Sangen is currently guarding this dilapidated old house.

According to the date on the tombstone, Sang Jingtian has been mourning for his father for two years, which is only twenty-four months, and there will be another three months before the Dingyou period will be over, and the court will be able to resume. Emperor Da Yong attaches great importance to filial piety. During the Dingyou period, he will not only not be able to go out to be an official, nor can he live at home. He has to build a straw shed in front of his parents' graves, pave the pillows and bricks, and he must eat simple food, quit drinking and sex, not smell silk strings, not bathe, not shave his hair, and not change his clothes.

In short, it is just how simple it is, how you can live a mess.

Therefore, although Sang Jingtian is in Chiyang, he has never entered the house in the past two years and has always been mourning in front of his parents' graves.
Chapter completed!