As soon as he entered the restaurant, a neatly dressed waiter let Han Li inside.
Han Li did not go to the second floor, but just found a remote corner on the first floor to sit down, ordered a few side dishes, and looked at everything in the restaurant without saying a word.
The customers on the first floor come from all walks of life, and are not much different from other restaurants that Han Li has seen before. Whether they are porters, coolies, or traders who go to the city to do small business, they are all there.
The only thing that caught my eye was a tall, handsome man in a smart suit at the table.
There were more than five or six of these people, and each of them carried a strip of cloth bag several feet long, which was placed conveniently at his side. Han Li could immediately guess that there were some swords and the like inside without having to scan it with his spiritual consciousness.
Weapons. Looking at the uniform costumes of these people, they are probably members of some gang.
However, this also gave Han Li a sense of intimacy and reminded him of all the situations at Qixuanmen that day.
His consciousness turned to these people, and he could clearly hear the casual voices of these people. Sure enough, they were talking about gang killings. After listening to it for a while, Han Li lost interest. He turned his eyes and planned to pay attention.
The force is transferred to others.
At this moment, two young Confucian scholars walked in from outside the restaurant. They were talking happily while walking forward slowly.
"I heard that this time when Minister Han returns to his hometown to pay homage to his ancestors, not only will the state magistrate come to pay a visit in person, but the Fan and Li families will also send people to come. It seems that the Han family is really going to do something big this time and cannot keep a low profile.
"
"No! I heard that for this ancestor worship, the Han family sent out letters and called back branch clan members from all over the country. Even the slightly famous squires in Jingzhou sent people to watch the ceremony. I think the Han family will be here soon.
Together with the Fan and Li families, they are among the three major aristocratic families in Jingzhou."
"Tsk tsk! It is said that the Han family has only risen for more than a hundred years, but it has become so powerful. It is incredible!"
"Isn't this strange? I don't know which generation of the Han family had a relative of Jieyuan, and it has been out of control ever since. Some of the descendants of the next generation have passed the exams and obtained honors. This has been accumulated over several generations. It is not like they have such a good reputation.
It’s a strange thing. Why don’t we go there when the time comes…”
Two Confucian scholars casually sat down at a table near Han Li.
"The Han family!" Han Li was startled when he heard this and hurriedly wanted to continue listening. However, the two people changed the topic and started talking about some things like the Book of Songs. Han Li felt very depressed.
However, after thinking for a while, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the two Confucian scholars.
"Two brothers, I am Han Li. I don't know which Han family I just mentioned. I am here to receive a letter and come back to my family to worship my ancestors. It's just that I grew up in another place and am unfamiliar with my family.
I still don't know where to worship my ancestors. Please give me some pointers, two brothers." Han Li walked up to the Confucian scholar and asked with a smile.
"It turns out that brother is a disciple of the Han family. I am disrespectful. But which other local Han family is there? It is naturally the Wuligou Han family." The two Confucian scholars were startled at first, but then they saw that the other one was also dressed as a Confucian scholar.
, spoke in an extremely polite manner. He replied without any suspicion.
"Wuligou!" This place is the small mountainside village where the Han family lived. Because the entire village is located in a ravine five or six miles in size, it got such a rustic name.
It seems that the Han family that the Confucian scholar just talked about is most likely to have something to do with him.
"If it is Wuligou, this Han family is really my hometown. Can you two tell me the general situation in detail? I have never participated in my family's ancestor worship, so don't make any jokes." Han Li's face looked as gentle as usual.
said.
"This..., I'm just giving you a rough outline of the situation. Of course, it doesn't matter. This is something everyone knows." The two Confucian scholars looked at each other, and one of them looked at Han Li again and felt that he really didn't look like a bad person.
I agreed immediately.
"Thank you both very much!" Han Li smiled and thanked him again.
And the Confucian scholar spoke:
"If brother is participating in ancestor worship, it is better not to go to Wuligou first. Because the Han family moved the family to Hanjiabao dozens of miles away decades ago. Only on the day of ancestor worship can we go to Wuligou.
, only then will all the clan members return to their old residence in Wuligou, and the Han family..."
Han Li listened quietly to the Confucian scholar's words. The expression on his face did not change, but his heart was churning.
…
Two hours later, Han Li appeared on the green mountain of the past, but this time he did not fall down, but looked down quietly, silently.
Is this still the small village it once was?
The loess paths, the low-walled thatched houses, and the villagers with children were all gone. In their place were large courtyard tile-roofed houses, cobbled paths, and some well-dressed servants. The shadow of the old days was not there at all.
After watching for a while, Han Li shook his head and wanted to leave immediately, but his eyes suddenly fell on a pavilion in the middle of the house.
This pavilion is not very huge, but except for this pavilion, the rest of the houses are all single-story bungalows, which makes it particularly eye-catching.
The door to the attic was closed, and there was a dark plaque hanging on it, with "Han Family Ancestral Hall" and other big words written in silver powder.
A strange look appeared on Han Li's face. After thinking about it, his figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared in front of the attic.
There were several tall and round servants of the temple standing in front of the attic, but Han Li, who had used the invisibility spell, could not be discovered by them.
After just casually glancing at them, Han Li directly used his escape technique and walked in through the door.
As soon as he entered the door, rows of spiritual tablets came into view. There were hundreds of these wooden tablets arranged on long tables all around, forming a long passage. However, the tables later were empty.
, seems to be reserved for later generations.
He glanced around and saw that although there were various names and taboos of the Han family written on these tablets, they were extremely unfamiliar to him.
Han Li didn't wait long and went directly to the second floor.
There are also some spiritual tablets on the second floor, but they are obviously much more grand and solemn. Not only are there more incense burners, sandalwood, but also a huge copper cauldron placed in the middle. The cauldron is filled with sesame oil and a thick cotton wick, and the candlelight is bright.
.It makes people feel solemn.
Han Li turned a blind eye to all this, and just stared blankly at the few spiritual tablets placed in the middle, his body motionless.
"Han Zhu, Han Tie, Han Tiansheng,..."
These familiar names were coldly written on the dark wooden signs. Han Li felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly felt a sense of breathlessness.
As the saying goes, the road is ruthless when the earth is good! But this is just a self-deception.
Even if Han Li is already a figure among the land gods, he still cannot give up his love. All he can do is to bury this feeling as deep as possible in his heart.
Han Li finally moved and walked slowly to the spiritual tablet in the middle, then stopped. He looked at the memorial tablet with an expressionless face, but the warm scenes of getting along with these relatives kept reappearing in his mind.
Time passed by little by little, and I don’t know how long it took.
The heavy sound of the pavilion door opening awakened Han Li from his past thoughts, but he stood there without making any move.
At this time, there were footsteps and the sound of two middle-aged men talking from downstairs.
"Brother Li, you are too impatient. Didn't I tell you that I would lend you the manuscript to read after the ancestor worship? Why are you so impatient?" A man said helplessly.
"Hey! Brother Han Xian, why did you suddenly mention at the end that the back of the handbook records a set of unknown footwork created by the ancestors of the family. I am a little surprised. Since it is a martial arts created by the ancestors of the Li family, why do our Li family never
I don't know about this, so I naturally want to see it sooner. However, why should such good manuscripts be enshrined in this ancestral hall? It would be terrible if someone stole them!" The other person was embarrassed, but a little worried.
said.
"Ahem! Who among ordinary people would go to other people's ancestral halls to steal things? Besides, although our Winter Holiday Temple is not a dragon's den or a tiger's den, it is guarded day and night by servants who are proficient in martial arts. It is absolutely inaccessible to ordinary people. Even if we can succeed, we are not afraid of revenge and prosecution by our Han family.
"?" The man who spoke first said very confidently.
"That's right!" another man agreed.
The sound of "thumping" coming upstairs could be heard clearly. A Confucian scholar and a tall man with a beard appeared at the entrance of the stairs one after another.
The two people were talking with smiles, but when they saw Han Li with his hands behind his back in front of the spiritual tablet, their expressions suddenly froze.
But the big man with the beard was startled, and then he immediately took a step forward, stood in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and let out a low growl with his hair and beard spread out.
"What a good thief, we are chasing you all the way here. Let's save our lives later." After saying this, the big man made fists with both hands, jumped into the air, and rushed straight towards Han Li.
Before anyone could arrive, an astonishing strong wind came down first.
Han Li turned his back to the two of them and still stood motionless.