Zhao Fan held Lin Qianqian in his arms, and he and Zhao Yan ascended into the sky, as if they were teleporting so fast that they did not use any means of concealment, and none of the residents below noticed. In a few breaths, the three of them arrived in the clouds,
Landed on the back of the Sky-Screaming Demon Eagle.
"Dad, where is my mother's grave?" Zhao Fan asked solemnly.
"That's where Ling'er and I first met." Zhao Yan's eyes warmed up and he fell into memories, with a slight smile on his lips, "But what we have to do today is to move her grave first.
, placed in the ancestral mausoleum of the Zhao family."
Normally, in the Yinmen family, except for the eldest wife of the family head, other married women are not eligible to enter the ancestral mausoleum.
Especially those like Bai Ling'er, who brought trouble to the clan.
However, the situation is completely different now.
First, Zhao Yan has become the leader of the Zhao family, and the Zhao family has just been cleaned up. Even if he is not the head of the family, there will be no objection.
Second, as the saying goes, the mother is more valuable than the son, so Bai Ling'er gave birth to such a terrifying talent as Zhao Fan for the Zhao family. If she is qualified, then who else is qualified?!
Therefore, Zhao Yan could no longer suppress the idea that he had had twenty years ago. Once the Shenji Sect was destroyed, he couldn't wait to move the tomb to the ancestral mausoleum.
In Zhao Fan's view, this is a matter of course. If he had not recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan, he might still object. Today, the Zhao family has entered a new chapter, and is no longer the same person who has gone from top to bottom.
of rotten wood.
In this way, it took nearly two hours and finally arrived at the destination.
It is a small town with elegant scenery in the south.
On the riverside at the edge of the town, there is a bamboo house surrounded by a fence.
Although no one lives in this bamboo garden, it seems to have been taken care of for many years. It is spotless, not even a spider web can be seen, and the courtyard door is locked with stones.
There is a small house not far away, with smoke curling up from the kitchen, as if someone is cooking.
"Xiaoba, are you there?" Zhao Yan stood outside the bamboo courtyard, motioning to his son and daughter-in-law to wait for a moment, then turned his head and shouted towards the small house.
The next moment, the door opened.
A young man dressed as a farmer ran out to take a look, and immediately fell to the ground in shock. He looked at this side and asked in disbelief: "Uncle Yan?"
"It's me."
Zhao Yan made a move and said enthusiastically: "Come here quickly."
The young man named Xiaoba wiped the dirt on his hands with his clothes while running, and soon stood in front of the former, his eyes like out-of-control floodgates, tears falling down: "Uncle Yan!"
"Well, you've changed a lot, I can't recognize you anymore." Zhao Yan raised his hand and touched the other person's head twice, "I've suffered a lot for you these years."
"It's not bitter, it's not bitter." Xiaoba cried and laughed, but he didn't feel any grievance at all.
"This is my son, Zhao Fan, and this is his mother-in-law, Lin Qianqian." Zhao Yan held one by one and introduced them.
"Zhao Fan..."
Xiaoba was stunned when he heard this, "Is it the young master?"
"Dad, who is he?" Zhao Fan was puzzled.
"This child is seven years older than you. He was an orphan who was rescued by Ling'er from the traffickers." Zhao Yan explained with a smile: "Then he worked with her doing odd jobs. After we got married, we followed him.
He is a motivated and sensible child who has joined the Zhao family and has a good talent in martial arts. No one has taught him in the past twenty years. With the skills I gave him, he has reached the peak of the master, half a step away from becoming a martial artist."
Zhao Fan looked at the young man. This kind of talent can only be said to be average in the Hidden Sect. It is equivalent to an ordinary disciple of a first-rate force or a genius among the weaker third-rate forces. But to the outside world, it is a first-rate genius.
"Xiao Ba is kind-hearted and knows how to repay kindness." Zhao Yan said with emotion: "After Ling'er's accident, I found a set of clothes and jewelry that she loved to wear most during her lifetime, and asked Xiao Ba to get them here.
The memorial tomb was built in the bamboo courtyard. He was originally supposed to go out to the outside world to practice cultivation. He would just come over and burn some paper or something for me every year to take a look. But he didn’t think so. He just lived next to it and took care of it regularly for the past twenty years.
…All the good youth is wasted.”
When Bai Ling'er died, the body was restored to the body of a nine-tailed spirit fox. Han Ruyi trampled on it and skinned it, so the only thing that could be erected was a tomb.
"Uncle Yan, you can't say that." Xiaoba shook his head and smiled with a simple look in his eyes, "If Aunt Bai hadn't saved my life, I would have turned into ashes by now. She was the one who took care of the Zhao family before anything happened.
If I can't even take care of her posthumous affairs, what's the difference between me and a white-eyed wolf?"
Zhao Fan nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Bage."
Zhao Yan gave a thumbs up and said, "Xiaoba, from today on, you will come back to Zhao's house with me. You will first take the seat of the chore elder. However, I will leave all the trivial matters in the clan to the subordinates. You can just practice and wander around the Kung Fu Pavilion.
You can choose any five treasures in the Treasure Pavilion, and when you achieve the realm of Martial Lord, you will be granted the position of powerful elder!"
"ah?"
Xiao Ba was stunned by the sudden reward, but after calming down he said: "Uncle Yan... I still want to stay here and take care of Aunt Bai's tomb."
"Silly boy, the two of us came here to move Ling'er's grave into the ancestral mausoleum." Zhao Yan smiled and said, "Do you want to guard the air?"
Xiaoba scratched his head, embarrassed.
Zhao Fan and Lin Qianqian also laughed.
Then, Zhao Yan faced his son and said, "You brat, your Jialan Sumeru Jade is spacious. Now take over this bamboo courtyard."
"become."
Zhao Fan nodded and performed the Earth Escape Magic Technique. His figure sank into the ground and cut the land under the bamboo courtyard through magic. It took less than a minute to finish.
Then it floated up and put a mark on the door of the bamboo courtyard.
A scene that shocked Xiaoba appeared.
The young master who was thrown into the pit of fire in his memory put his hands on the door of the bamboo courtyard. The next moment, the entire bamboo courtyard together with the fence and wall disappeared from his sight, leaving only one side like a knife that had been cut flat.
Big pit!
"Young Master, what realm...is he in?" Xiao Ba was dumbfounded.
Zhao Yan smiled and said without saying a word: "Just make do with it. When you return to the clan, you will gradually understand it."
He was really afraid of scaring this young man who was equivalent to his adopted son.
"Do you have anything to clean up?" Zhao Yan asked again.
"Please wait for me for a moment."
Xiao Ba quickly ran back to his house. Soon after, he was holding a big sack in each hand and an extra large sack on his back. They were all stuffed with bulging bags. Then he shyly walked over and said: "Pack it away."
Already."
"Why are there so many things?"
Zhao Yan put his hands on three large sacks one after another, injected a little magic power to sense them, and then asked in a dumbfounded voice: "You even brought the moldy mats with you?"
Xiaoba nodded awkwardly, "After sleeping for so long, I have feelings."
"Okay, I'll help you carry it." Zhao Yan said, taking a sack, and then ordered Zhao Fan: "I'll leave the other two to you. You are not allowed to put the storage magic weapon in, so just hold it in your hands. Listen,
without?"
"I know." A black line appeared on Zhao Fan's forehead, and then he reached out to take the sack.
Xiaoba refused, shook his head firmly and said, "You cannot let the young master do this kind of rough work."
"What kind of rough work and fine work? Also, change the word "young master" to me. He is your brother. We are a family." Zhao Yan glared.
"Uncle Yan..." Xiaoba's eyes were flashing with tears. He guarded an empty grave and spent twenty years in loneliness. He hadn't felt the warmth of family for a long time. He thought that with the passing of Aunt Bai, this life would be over.
That's it. Unexpectedly, Aunt Bai's man seemed to be reborn from the ashes and appeared with his son. He treated her as his own without any rejection.
And there were too many questions in his mind, which completely overturned the memory of the past. That year, Uncle Yan was reduced to a useless body, and the young master was burned alive...it seemed as if everything was just an illusion.
Zhao Fan took the sack by force and understood what his father meant. He owed Xiaoba a lot. More than that, he had a very good impression of this brother. He was very simple and real from the inside out, and he was so emotional.
Talent can also be used, so it must be vigorously supported and cultivated both emotionally and rationally.
"Ling'er, the Divine Machine Sect has been destroyed, and we are here to take you home."
Zhao Yan looked at the empty pit and sighed, "You brat, let's go."
Zhao Fan looked up to the sky and blew a loud whistle.
Immediately, the Howling Sky Demon Eagle swooped down, picked up the Zhao family, Lin Qianqian and Xiaoba, and headed for the water stream outside the capital.