Although Linghu Heng was also very happy for Wu Zhen, what he was thinking about at the moment was more about his father, Linghu Potian. He hesitated to speak several times, and Linghu Heng didn't know where to start.
However, Linghu Wenqian saw some clues, looked at Linghu Heng's appearance carefully, and said in surprise: "Why does this child look so like me? Are you my child?"
Linghu Heng knew that she had misunderstood, and quickly shook his head and said: "No, no, my name is Linghu Heng."
Linghu Wenqian suddenly said angrily: "Are you from the Linghu family?"
Linghu Heng didn't know why Linghu Wenqian had such a big reaction, and said slightly surprised: "My father, Linghu Potian."
Linghu Wenqian looked at Linghu Heng in disbelief, grabbed Linghu Heng's arm excitedly, and asked eagerly: "Are you really the eldest brother's son? Ah Heng?"
Linghu Heng felt a little embarrassed for a moment and nodded. Linghu Wenqian's eyes were full of tears at this time and she said with a choked voice: "Good boy, how did you get here all these years?"
Linghu Heng didn't know whether he should call the woman in front of him aunt, but according to blood relationship, she was indeed his aunt. Linghu Heng slowly told the story about his adoptive father, and Linghu Wenqian was even more surprised.
Xiong Heng sighed: "I didn't expect that a divine fortune teller would die like this. Boy, did the inheritance of the divine fortune teller fall on you?"
Linghu Heng rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't you see it before?"
Xiong Heng slapped his head and said, "I forgot about it. What a pity, what a pity!" I don't know whether he regretted that he didn't benefit from the jade slips or that he regretted the death of Du Sheng, the divine fortune teller.
Linghu Wenqian was secretly distressed for a while, and suddenly said bitterly: "After all, it's the old man's fault, otherwise my eldest brother wouldn't have died!"
Linghu Heng wanted to ask clearly about what happened back then. It would be best if Linghu Wenqian said it herself. After hearing this, Linghu Heng quickly asked: "What's going on?"
Linghu Wenqian's eyes were blurred, and she was lost in memories: "That year, before I married my husband, I persuaded the old man not to be in conflict with each other. Lingtian Palace is not a good thing. The eldest brother should leave Lingtian Palace and return to the family as soon as possible. But.
That old man's stubbornness caused my brother to die like this in vain. What a pity, if it hadn't been for brother Du's loyalty and courage, I would have lost you today, my only flesh and blood!"
Linghu Heng was confused and asked: "What is going on?"
Linghu Wenqian sighed softly and said: "It's a long story, let's start with the Linghu family. Since the decline of the aristocratic family, even the four major families are no exception. No matter how big a family is, it can only occupy one state.
How many talents can there be in this land? How many talents can there be in one state? The six holy places are different. They can recruit talents from all over the place and bring them into their sect. As time goes by, the decline of the aristocratic family is irreversible. Not to mention that the aristocratic family's martial arts must be passed down to direct descendants in order to avoid spreading to outsiders.
If it is not passed on to the common people, the non-direct lineage will naturally lag behind the direct lineage. Even if there is talent, without powerful skills, the talent will be wasted. The sects are different, the skills are interlinked, and each relies on hard work. One is declining, the other is rising, and the family has declined.
It’s inevitable.”
Linghu Heng didn't understand what his father's death had to do with this. But he still listened patiently. Linghu Wenqian continued: "******** has lasted for thousands of years.
It was passed to the old man that it had declined to the extreme. If he did not attach himself to a powerful sect, he was afraid that the family's skills would not be preserved, and even the name of the family might be removed. Out of such helplessness, the old man sent his biological son, Linghu
The direct descendant of the family, my good eldest brother, was sent to Lingtian Palace."
Linghu Heng could hear the deep helplessness in Linghu Wenqian's words. He could not imagine that a large family with more than ten thousand people, comparable to the families in the six holy lands, would actually have to rely on others in order to survive! But this is
In fact, only a few hundred of the tens of thousands of people who can practice cultivation, and only a few dozen of those who can achieve anything, are simply the difference between an adult and a three-year-old baby compared to the Six Holy Lands where there are thousands of cultivators.
"What kind of thing is Lingtian Palace? The old man doesn't know, but the family is adjacent to Lingtian Palace, so this move is really helpless. But the old man refused to give up, and actually secretly went to Chencang to marry me to the Holy Sect, wanting to have an extra layer of protection. But
What he didn't expect was that the Six Holy Lands and the Holy Sect were incompatible. How could they tolerate each other? Before I got married, I persuaded him that if he wanted to protect the family, he must call his eldest brother back. But the old man was very stubborn.
I thought his strategy was right and could keep the family undefeated for a hundred years. But just half a year after I got married, something happened to my eldest brother."
Linghu Wenqian wiped her tears and continued: "When I ran back to express my condolences, I fell out with him, saying that he was stubborn and had killed my eldest brother, and even you were missing. The old man didn't say anything,
After I returned to the Holy Gate, I heard someone say that his hair turned all white within a month. If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?" Linghu Wenqian was still aggrieved at this moment.
After hearing this, Linghu Heng said: "I heard from my adoptive father that the real culprit is the jade slip."
Xiong Heng had no interest in these old events and felt drowsy after listening to them. But when Linghu Heng talked about the jade slips, he became energetic. In his opinion, Linghu Heng's cultivation level was advancing rapidly, which was different from that of the jade slips.
The relationship has become serious.
Linghu Wenqian frowned, thought for a long time, and then said: "Is that the jade slip that has been enshrined in the ancestral temple? How could it be the cause of trouble?"
When Linghu Heng explained the relationship, Linghu Wenqian suddenly realized it, and couldn't help but feel uneasy, and said naa: "Then didn't I blame him wrongly? No, if he hadn't called his eldest brother back, how could it have happened?
Such a thing? After all, it was his own fault!"
Linghu Heng couldn't ask anything, and there was a look of disappointment on his face. The matter of the Jade Slips has always been a secret of the Divine Calendar Sect. Not many people in the world know about it, but how could Lingtian Palace know about it? There must be something unknown in it.
Insider!
Linghu Heng clarified his thoughts and said, "Aunt, where is my father buried? I want to visit his tomb."
Linghu Wenqian said: "It's in the ancestral tomb of the Linghu family."
Linghu Heng said: "Auntie, you have just recovered from your serious injury, so my nephew will not disturb you."
Linghu Wenqian was originally a strange woman who dared to take risks. After having some concerns in her heart, she asked: "Ah Heng, do you want to return to the Linghu family?"
Linghu Heng did not hide it and nodded. Linghu Wenqian said: "I will take you there just in time to ask you what happened back then! Brother, you can't die in vain like this!" Although she had just recovered from her serious injury, her face was pale.
, but this sentence was said loudly and firmly.
Xiong Heng interjected: "You can't stay here for a long time, and I don't know if those people in Yaoshen Valley are tight-lipped. If the usurper finds out, our plans will be in vain. Why don't we go to ***
**Let’s make a good plan there on how to regain the Holy Gate.”
Linghu Wenqian said anxiously: "What about my child?"
Xiong Heng's eyes shone with shrewd light: "That child is loyal and may not be able to accept such a thing for a while. It is better to wait until I take back the Holy Gate before letting him recognize his ancestors and return to the clan."
After everyone made a plan, they agreed to set off together tomorrow and then dispersed.