On the second day of Ling Zhiyuan's fifteenth birthday, Ling Hongyun found an excuse and made him kneel in the ancestral hall all night to think about his mistakes.
It’s useless for anyone to plead for mercy!
And this is not the first time Ling Zhiyuan has received such punishment.
But what was different from before was that just when he was dozing off late at night, Ling Hongyun appeared quietly.
Take him to this room in the backyard and teach him how to open the secret room mechanism!
This secret room now appeared in front of Wang Chen.
The secret room is not very spacious, with shelves on three walls and various large and small boxes placed there.
Wang Chen swept all these boxes into his storage space without even looking at them.
Not a single one left!
Because what is stored in this secret room is the wealth passed down from generation to generation by the Ling family. In addition to gold, silver, jewelry and antiques, there are also martial arts, weapons, medicinal materials, etc.
Considering that he might not come back for a long time, Wang Chen naturally wanted to wipe everything out.
At worst, after the blood oath is completed, the remaining part will be given to the successor of the Ling family.
In a matter of moments, the secret room became empty.
Wang Chen exited and closed the mechanism again, restoring everything to its original state before leaving the room.
Of course he didn't forget to put the door lock back on.
At this moment, Wang Chen suddenly felt strange and turned around suddenly.
I saw an old man with gray hair standing under the eaves of the corridor in front of him, holding a lantern.
Seeing this person, Wang Chen couldn't help but blurt out: "Third uncle?"
This old man is the caretaker of Ling's ancestral hall and Ling Hongyun's elder.
What surprised Wang Chen was that with his keen ears and eyes, he didn't notice the other party's appearance in advance.
Despite this, Wang Chen did not have any thoughts of killing.
Because this third uncle has no children, but he is very good to the children of the clan, including Ling Zhiyuan.
Every time Ling Zhiyuan was punished and had to kneel in the ancestral hall, his third uncle would secretly give him some food and drink.
Therefore, even if there is a risk of exposure, Wang Chen will not be cruel to such an old man.
"Xiaoyuan?"
The third uncle was surprised at first, and then waved to him in relief: "Come, I have something to tell you."
The old man held a lantern and walked to a nearby wing, then pushed the door open and entered.
Wang Chen hesitated for a moment and then followed.
In the room, the third uncle put the lantern on the table, smiled at Wang Chen and said, "Are you here to get something left by your father?"
Wang Chen nodded: "Yes."
"I knew it."
The third uncle was not surprised at all, and said with emotion: "Your father has been smart since he was a child, and his talent in martial arts is also outstanding. If he were not burdened by family affairs, he would have already achieved the level of martial arts."
"He shouldn't have died, but he was too confident."
Wang Chen was silent.
The most content in Ling Zhiyuan's memory is all related to Ling Hongyun.
The latter is like a big mountain, which not only protects Ling Zhiyuan, but also weighs on his head.
The reason why Ling Zhiyuan hates Wu Xiwen is actually a kind of rebellion against his father, a young middle school student.
In Ling Zhiyuan's memory, Ling Hongyun was indeed a very proud person.
But also very smart.
For example, placing the treasure secret room underground in the ancestral hall instead of in the heavily guarded Ling Mansion.
In fact, there is a secret room in the Ling Mansion, but it is obviously to hide it from others - it would be abnormal not to have it!
Wang Chen took off his mask.
The third uncle was startled - he recognized Ling Zhiyuan from the voice just now.
The old man from the clan sighed: "You have really grown up."
Wang Chen asked: "Third uncle, do you know who is dealing with my father and our Ling family?"
This time it was the third uncle's turn to be silent.
After a long time, he said: "Zhiyuan, to tell you the truth, my uncle has some guesses, but he is not sure. If I tell you now, it will only harm you."
After a pause, the old man from the clan continued: "Zhiyuan, you'd better go. The farther you go, the better. If you pass on the blood of our Ling family, you will be worthy of our ancestors!"
"As for Ling Hongfeng, this idiot, sooner or later he will put the Ling family into someone else's pocket, and he won't live long either!"
Wang Chen thought for a while and said: "Third uncle, I have now become a member of the Blood Guards and serve under the Imperial Guard Yamen of Jiangyuan City."
"Blood-clothed guard?"
The third uncle opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "Okay, okay, okay!"
He said the word "good" three times in a row, and the shock in his heart was evident.
Ling Zhiyuan's lack of progress was well-known throughout Anyang City. Unexpectedly, less than a year later, this former cowardly boy would actually become a blood-clad guard who could stop children from crying at night!
If Ling Hongyun had not died and the Ling family was still the same Ling family, then the third uncle would never have approved of Ling Zhiyuan joining the Blood Guards and becoming a hawk in the court.
But in this current situation, the identity of the blood-clad guard is Ling Zhiyuan's best protection!
The old man in the clan couldn't help but grabbed Wang Chen's arm and said excitedly: "Since you have chosen this path, you must work hard. The higher you climb, the less likely anyone will dare to touch you. Our Ling family has
hope!"
Wang Chen nodded: "Third uncle, I will definitely work hard."
The third uncle was extremely pleased: "You are much more sensible than before..."
"Then there's one thing I have to tell you. I haven't even told your father, that is, the last two levels of the Xuantian Seven Evil Wheels are hidden in the library of the Yuntai Mountain Taoist Palace."
"After you gain the strength of the Wuzong, it is best to ascend to the high position of the Blood-Shirt Guard and then find a way to get it."
Wang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up: "Yuntai Mountain Taoist Palace!"
His main purpose of secretly returning to Anyang City this time was to get back the Ling family's treasure, because it contained the follow-up skills of Xuantian's Seven Evil Wheels.
Without follow-up techniques, Wang Chen would not be able to break through to the third-level martial arts realm unless he gave up the Xuantian Seven Sha Wheels.
However, the Xuantian Seven Evil Wheels secretly passed down by the Ling family only have the first five levels of skills, and the last two levels are said to have been lost for a long time.
Ling Hongyun has been pursuing it, but to no avail.
Wang Chen originally planned to find a new technique that would lead him to the top after he reached the martial arts realm.
Unexpectedly, the third uncle actually knew the whereabouts of the two levels of skills behind Xuantian's Seven Evil Wheels.
What an unexpected surprise!
"Remember to be careful."
The third uncle said: "No matter what you want to do, you must first protect yourself."
"Go back. Don't come back until you reach a high position!"
Wang Chen bowed respectfully to the elder of the clan, and then quietly left the ancestral hall.
After he left, the third uncle came to the ancestral hall and knelt in front of the ancestral tablet.
"My ancestors and ancestors, please protect Ling Zhiyuan and protect him from misfortunes and turn them into good fortune in the future!"
After reciting the prayer, he picked up the oil candle on the altar table and threw it on the curtain next to it.
The candle flame quickly ignited the curtain and soon spread to the entire temple.
Surrounded by blazing flames, the third uncle kneeling on the ground showed no fear at all.