The road leading to the ancestral hall is not easy to walk, and the stone road under your feet turned into a cobblestone road.
The roads are all paved with cobblestones.
Zhao Gangjun was wearing slippers and stepping on the pebbles under his feet, he could clearly feel the bumps pressing against the soles of his feet.
The force is not light.
Of course, for Zhao Gangjun, this kind of intensity can't even be considered a massage, it can only be regarded as tickling.
After walking on the cobblestone road for about five minutes, an artificial stream appeared in front of us.
There are two floating wooden boards in the middle of the stream.
Zhao Gangjun jumped lightly, stepped on a wooden board, then touched the wooden board again, and floated to another wooden board, then stepped forward and reached the other side.
The whole process went smoothly, the wooden board only shook slightly, and there was not even a trace of water under Zhao Gangjun's feet.
Keep going.
The road gradually became narrower. Finally, the entire road became only one person wide, and thorns appeared on both sides of the road.
That's right, it's thorns.
Logically speaking, the Zhao family has no shortage of servants. It only takes half a day and a day to clean up all these thorns. However, looking at the situation in front of us, no one has cleaned up these thorns for at least ten years.
The thorns almost blocked the entire road. If it weren't for the fact that people would come here several times every once in a while, the narrow path one person wide in front of them would have been covered by thorns.
This is a difficult road to walk.
Zhao Gangjun walked in with his hands behind his back, his head held high and his chest held high.
The thorns pricking Zhao Gangjun's body could not leave any scars on Zhao Gangjun's body.
Zhao Gangjun walked forward calmly, but the thorns opened holes in Zhao Gangjun's clothes, and Zhao Gangjun's pants were also cut open by the thorns.
Zhao Gangjun simply took off his clothes and walked forward naked.
The green thorns hit Zhao Gangjun as he walked forward. Zhao Gangjun walked at a slow speed, and the thorns seemed to be whipped on Zhao Gangjun's body.
After walking for ten minutes, Zhao Gangjun's eyes suddenly opened up.
The path is gone, and the thorns are gone.
In front of you is a large lawn.
In front of the lawn is an open space paved with cement and cobblestones, and on the open space stands a not-so-tall temple-like building.
This is the ancestral hall of the Zhao family.
There is a huge incense burner placed in the middle of the entrance of the ancestral hall.
There are many burned incense sticks on the incense burner.
Zhao Gangjun's pupils shrank slightly.
He saw a person.
Cao Baishuang.
Cao Baishuang was sweeping the floor with a broom and his head lowered.
Hearing the movement from Zhao Gangjun's side, Cao Baishuang raised his head and glanced at Zhao Gangjun.
Then he lowered his head and continued sweeping his own floor.
Zhao Gangjun walked forward and reached the door of the ancestral hall.
Cao Baishuang was sweeping the floor nearby.
Zhao Gangjun did not look at Cao Baishuang, but looked straight at the plaque hanging on the door of the ancestral hall.
Zhao Family Ancestral Hall.
After watching for a long time, Zhao Gangjun raised his feet and entered the ancestral hall.
There is a very strong fragrance inside the ancestral hall, like sandalwood or incense.
This smell is concentrated in the ancestral hall, as if it has been there for decades and has never dispersed.
People who had just entered were exposed to such a strong smell and would definitely not be able to accept it in a short period of time. However, Zhao Gangjun seemed to feel nothing and walked straight to the place where dozens of spiritual tablets were placed.
The names of many people are engraved on those spiritual tablets.
Without exception, those names are all surnamed Zhao.
Zhao Gangjun squinted his eyes and looked at the names that only appeared when his great-grandfather told stories when he was a child. Somehow, he felt peaceful inside.
"I said where have you been, but you are here."
A slightly teasing voice sounded.
Zhao Gang said without looking back, "Dad, do you think we have to come here in the future?"
"Of course."
Zhao Tiezhu walked to Zhao Gangjun, looked at the spiritual tablet in front of him, and said, "This is the final destination of all our Zhao family members. No matter what happened to him during his lifetime, after his death, the Zhao family members need to return here."
"Everyone?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Everyone."
Zhao Tiezhu nodded and walked to one of the spiritual tablets. Looking at the dusty spiritual tablet, Zhao Tiezhu reached out and wiped the spiritual tablet clean with his sleeve.
The name of a person named Zhao Baobao was engraved on that spiritual tablet.
"Baby Zhao..."
Zhao Gangjun has heard of this name.
More than ten years ago, this man traveled across the Northeast without any rivals.
He is known as the sharpest gun and sword in the Zhao family.
His contribution to the Zhao family even exceeded that of his father.
It was such a sword that was finally broken by his own father.
The reason is very simple, Zhao Baobao wants to be the head of the family.
So his father killed him.
Although my father said that he didn't want to be the head of the family at that time.
But the head of the family must be his, and he must also belong to the main lineage.
So Baby Zhao had to die.
Zhao Gangjun did not expect that Zhao Baobao's spiritual tablet was also placed in the ancestral hall. Logically speaking, this should be a sinner of the Zhao family.
"When a person dies, ashes return to dust, and dust returns to earth. Our Zhao family is not used to letting the souls of the Zhao family float outside. Therefore, no matter how evil you did during your lifetime or how you discredited the Zhao family, in the end, the Zhao family will
Open his arms and hold your soul in his arms so that you will not become a lonely ghost. The life of a lonely ghost is not suitable for the Zhao family." Zhao Tiezhu said with a smile.
"Zhao family."
Zhao Gangjun put his hands in his pockets.
"I, or you, no matter how clearly we are separated from the Zhao family, or how weak our feelings for the Zhao family are, after all, the blood of the Zhao family is flowing in our bodies. As long as the blood of the Zhao family is flowing in our bodies, the Zhao family will
I will take you in without any reservation, no matter whether you dominate the world and become a hero for a lifetime, or you just survive in the world and everyone screams for beatings."
Zhao Tiezhu said.
"Why?"
Zhao Gangjun asked.
"Because this is our home."
Zhao Tiezhu said.
"Home."
Zhao Gangjun's pupils slowly shrank.
Outside the ancestral hall.
Cao Baishuang lowered his head and swept the floor.
I don't know how long it took.
Zhao Gangjun and Zhao Tiezhu walked out of the ancestral hall and then left the ancestral hall.
Wait until the two of them go away.
Cao Baishuang raised his head and looked at the incense burner beside him.
In the incense burner, three newly lit incense sticks were emitting slight green smoke.
Cao Baishuang's face, which looked like a coffin board, showed surprise and confusion for the first time.
She seemed to know something was about to happen.
And she was surprised by what was about to happen.
Although that thing will definitely happen in a few years, but if it happens now...
"I won't let you lead the Zhao family to destruction."
Cao Baishuang's face slowly returned to normal. She stared at the three pillars of lit incense and raised her hand to wave.
The three sticks of incense were extinguished instantly.
However, the green smoke is still floating.
(Even later, because I went to bed late~~ I was busy writing in the dark when I was working on the manuscript last night... I'm sorry, please just hit me, don't slap me in the face.)