Recognize the ancestors and return to the clan? Clear the family tradition?
Zhao Fan was stunned on the spot. This was completely contrary to his original intention when he came. He came to raze the Zhao family. But it turned out that his father not only wanted to recognize his ancestors but also wanted to rectify the Zhao family?!
However, he suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with it. After all, what happened twenty years ago was the one that hurt his father the most, and he did not blame his grandfather, Zhao Tianchang, at all.
Zhao Fan suddenly remembered what his uncle and grandpa said before coming to the capital. Zhao Tianchang swept himself off the cliff. Maybe he was to protect the dignity of the Zhao family, but he did not rule out other motives, because he was really falling off the cliff and surviving.
After coming down, his intuition told him that it might not be as simple as it seems.
Because, from ancient times to the present, countless people have fallen into Guillotine Cliff, and there are all kinds of people among them. Why can he survive?
This cannot be explained by luck.
Not only that, Zhao Tianchang chose to protect himself 20 years ago and eight months ago, and watched his parents and himself being persecuted indifferently. He really deserved to be hated, but at the hands of the saint of the previous generation, he saved Lin Qianqian.
If not for this, Zhao Fan would never have the chance to see Lin Qianqian again, and that child... would not be conceived a second time.
Therefore, Zhao Fan's heart was very complicated for Zhao Tianchang, and he was angry at him and felt sorry for his misfortune.
Just imagine, as the head of the Hidden Sect family, which is comparable to the first-class power, but unable to prevent being ignored, 99% of the clan members have surrendered to the Shenji Sect, so that the Zhao family exists in name only. How sad would it be?
And today, when he heard his father say that being imprisoned in Blackwater Prison for twenty years was voluntary, Zhao Fan's hatred decreased even more. He might not recognize that grandfather because of his bond, but he would never do anything to him.
As for the rest of the Zhao family, except for the uncle and the ninth aunt, no one is a relative in Zhao Fan's heart!
It is an indisputable fact that the blood of the Zhao family flows in the body...
Therefore, Zhao Fan decided to do everything according to his father's wishes.
In this way, without any further delay, the father and son quickly left the Black Water Prison and headed to the largest fighting arena in the clan mansion.
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Zhao Mansion, martial arts arena.
At this time, the clan sacrifice ceremony has reached the last and most important part, which is the competition.
The big score is divided into two parts. The first is the competition between the younger generation, and the second is the competition between those over thirty years old.
The one who comes out on top will receive a heavy reward, and can choose between precious elixirs or magical weapons, techniques and secret techniques in the family treasury.
Therefore, the Great Competition is what the entire Zhao family is looking forward to. It only takes five years to have the opportunity to show off in front of the whole family. Everyone wants to be the most dazzling existence. Because in addition to direct rewards, looking at the previous
In every competition, the top ten of the younger generation are given the privilege of skewing resources and are vigorously trained, especially the number one, who is faster with every step and step by step!
At this time, Zhao Tianxing, the great elder who held an important position, stood up and walked through the void to the martial arts platform. At the peak of martial arts, his voice was mixed with inner strength, and it clearly fell into the ears of every clan member: "Dabi
Officially starting, the younger generation is the hope of the future of the Zhao family, let’s start with
This begins. Next, anyone under the age of thirty, regardless of collateral or direct lineage, can freely compete on the stage. If no one challenges after more than one stick of incense, they can become the number one. The rules are that life cannot be harmed and life cannot be destroyed.
As far as the martial arteries are concerned, it should be checked as far as possible, otherwise, it will be considered as treason!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Tianxing returned to the high-level seats on the north side of the stage. He looked sideways and sneered in his heart: "With the guidance of Deputy Sect Master Han, I will be able to break through to the Holy Realm soon, and then you will abdicate.
At that time." On the surface, he said with an easy-going smile: "Master, I have completed the declaration."
Zhao Tianchang, who was on the side, did not show any expression.
Because his whole body was in a state like a rotten tree, his eyes were empty and lifeless, he looked somewhat similar to Alzheimer's disease, and his aura was also extremely weak, as if a slightly stronger wind was blowing at any time.
Being able to blow this holy being to death...
Zhao Tianchang today is completely different from the person he was on Duetou Cliff in the past.
However, my consciousness is extremely clear, I can hear and see clearly, but my body is out of touch with my consciousness.
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At the same time, many of the direct descendants in the western half of the martial arts platform became agitated. Even the early days of Hou Tian, who had just entered Taoism, were eager to try. Although they knew that there was no hope of winning the first place, the most important thing was to participate and prepare for the next five years.
Gain experience in the next five years.
The same is true for the children of the collateral line in the eastern half. Since ancient times, no matter which family it is, it has been difficult for the collateral line to produce talents. Being a concubine means losing at the starting line. Under the same conditions, nothing can compare with the direct line. And the big competition is
It’s a rare opportunity to make a comeback, and I can’t wait to break into the top ten in my dreams.
It is worth mentioning that among the many younger generation Zhao family disciples, no one has any illusions about the number one position.
That seat was reserved without any dispute.
And his name...is Zhao Ning!
He was born as a dazzling genius in his clan. He became a martial arts master in his teens. Eight months ago, he went to the Shenji Sect. It was said that he was personally trained by the saint of the previous generation. Yesterday night, he returned with glory as a mid-level martial master.
!
Among the other geniuses under the age of thirty in the direct line and collateral lines, the strongest ones are only half-step martial masters.
If you don't know what to do and compete with Zhao Ning, you will end up being hung up and beaten without any suspense!
So no one would touch that bad luck, not to mention the loss of face, and even if he was seriously injured, he would have to lie in bed for a year and a half.
In this way, because of the bug-level existence of Zhao Ning, the second place in the competition now has an honor comparable to the first place in the hearts of many disciples.
As for the younger generation of the Zhao family, excluding Zhao Ning, there are a total of nineteen who have entered the realm of grandmaster, and the collateral families only occupy six of them.
Nineteen young masters are competing for the remaining nine positions among the top ten...
There are more wolves than meat, so each showdown is destined to be full of exciting highlights.
In the distance of the fighting platform, two figures appeared, it was Zhao Fan and Zhao Yan.
"Xiao Fan, quickly think of a way to make your appearance more popular." Zhao Yan looked far ahead at the grand scene and geared up.
"This..." Zhao Fan rolled his eyes several times. Why is his father's character different from what he imagined in the past? Sometimes he is serious, and sometimes he is not...
"Stop this and that, hurry up." Zhao Yan urged: "Slap them in the face hard!"
"Children are the best at things like slaps in the face." Zhao Fan said with a smile: "Let the target be stunned first, wait until it floats to the clouds, and then kick it into the abyss."
"That makes sense."
Zhao Yan nodded thoughtfully, "Then wait a little longer. When the top ten positions are determined, you can go up directly, start from the tenth place and go forward, and just hit the skewers!"
Zhao Fan smiled silently, "That's not good. I'm at the Saint level after all. It's so shameless to bully a child."
"You know nothing." Zhao Yan raised his hand and slapped the former on the back of the head, "Their children are still working so hard to get closer to the Chaohua Realm, but my son is already able to dominate the Holy Realm.
, so you have to consider how I feel about being a father, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand."
Zhao Fan had a look of disgust on his face. Sure enough, every parent in the world has a desire to compare with their children...
"Well, that's the first step." Zhao Yan said calmly: "Waiting for the second round, the competition for those over thirty years old, it will be my time to appear. Let me talk first, you kid, restrain yourself.
Please, don't penetrate the Zhao family, young and old, or I won't have any fun."
"You are my father, and I will listen to you." Zhao Fan was extremely depressed. Then, his pupils tightened, and he locked eyes on a young man in the west half of the direct seats, and asked doubtfully: "Dad, I have always had something to do.
not understand."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Yan asked.
"In the Zhao family, there is a direct descendant named Zhao Ning."
Zhao Fan hesitated for a moment, then said tentatively: "The blood resonance between me and him is greater than that between uncle and aunt Jiu..."
"Zhao Ning..."
Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, thinking of the second year after he was imprisoned in the Black Water Prison, and fell silent.
"If you are unhappy, I will not ask." Zhao Fan shook his head and sighed.
"It doesn't matter." Zhao Yan lowered his head and said helplessly: "Zhao Ning is my seed, born to Han Ruyi, but my only son is you."
Born by Han Ruyi?
Zhao Fan's heart trembled, nameless fire raging in every corner of his body, but his father called Zhao Ning a "seed" and did not recognize his identity as a "son". There must be something fishy about this, so he didn't figure it out before
, chose to speak less and listen more.
Zhao Yan calmed down, and after more than ten seconds, he slowly said: "When I was reduced to a useless body, Han Ruyi did something to me without knowing it, which is something I will never be able to do in my life."
The shame was washed away. Around the end of the second year when I entered the black water prison to practice, she suddenly came one day and told me with her swollen pregnant belly that she had my wife."
Zhao Fan listened quietly, his heart tightening suddenly.
"She also said that there is a way to help my martial arts recover." When Zhao Yan said this, his fingers dug hard into the ground, "But I want to get married to her, grow old together, and stay together for the rest of my life! Ha... I didn't know until then that
What has she done to me, but how could I let you two down because of an inexplicable reason?"
Zhao Fan's pupils burst out with fierce murderous intent, "If I kill Zhao Ning, you..."
"kill!"
Zhao Yan interrupted before his son finished speaking: "I feel guilty if he lives one more day, and I feel very sorry for your mother!"
"Okay." Zhao Fan nodded. His father was indeed innocent when it came to the birth of his "brother." Fortunately, he didn't fall out indiscriminately.
"Do you have any cigarettes? Have one." Zhao Yan stretched out his hand.
Zhao Fan shook his head: "No."
"I don't even smoke, I'm afraid I'm still a youngster." Zhao Yan took back his hand in disgust and said, "I didn't even smoke back then."
"Well...I kind of regret picking you out."
"What are you talking about? Believe it or not, I slapped you with my big mouth?"
"It's so violent. Fortunately, I didn't grow up next to you, otherwise I would have been beaten to death."
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The two men started arguing with each other, until their mouths were dry, and they laughed in unison, like two fools.
Next, they started chatting harmoniously. Zhao Yan pestered Zhao Fan to ask questions, especially how he spent twenty years.
After listening, Zhao Yan suddenly said: "You have a lot of confidantes? You are much better than me as a father in this regard. Let me tell you, your mother is keeping a close eye on me, otherwise you would
There must be groups of brothers and sisters. Qianqian is going to give birth again. By the way, when will you go to southern Xinjiang to bring back the other couple? I also want to try what it's like to be a grandfather."
"I wonder if you have ever heard of a saying that you want to run away before you learn how to walk." Zhao Fan complained: "I haven't even experienced being a father for a few days, but I want to be a grandfather."
"You are a cruel kid." Zhao Yan gave a scornful smile, "But you are so old, how can I still carry you shopping every day? Yes, don't you have the power of transformation? Since you can transform into a daughter and sneak into the underground city
, that can also become a baby, to be a father
If you don’t ask too much, how about lending yourself to me for half a year? I can’t guarantee that I will definitely let you eat the best milk powder and put on the best diapers! If it doesn’t work, just ten days plus one year old, half a year is almost ten
Being eight years old can make up for the gap in getting along with each other."
"Ahem! Let's stop talking and let's watch a play. Let's watch a play first."
Zhao Fan was so frightened that he quickly shut up and pretended to be concentrating on looking at the martial arts platform in the distance, but he was muttering in his heart: Whose father is this? If you want it, take it away quickly. Not only does it cost you nothing, but it also costs money.
Put together ten good magic weapons!
"Stingy."
Zhao Yan was too lazy to pay attention to the situation on the field. Instead, he lay on the ground, looking at the sky and thinking...