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As soon as he entered the small restaurant, a neatly dressed waiter let Bai Ran inside.

Bai Ran didn't 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 Bai Ran 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. Bai Ran could immediately guess that there were some swords and the like inside without scanning with his spiritual consciousness.

Weapons. Looking at the uniform costumes of these people, they are probably members of some gang.

However, this also gave Bai Ran a sense of intimacy and reminded him of all the situations at Qixuanmen that day.

Turning his consciousness towards these people, he could clearly hear the casual voices of these people. Sure enough, they were talking about gang killings. After listening for a while, Bai Ran 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 Mr. Bai 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 Bai family is really going to do something big this time and can no longer keep a low profile.

"No! I heard that for this reason

The Bai family sent out letters to their ancestors for the first time, calling back members of their branches from all over the country. Even the slightly famous squires in Jingzhou sent people to watch the ceremony. I think the Bai family soon joined the Fan and Li families.

There are three major aristocratic families in Jingzhou."

"Tsk tsk! It is said that the rise of the Bai family has only lasted for more than a hundred years, but it has become so powerful. It is incredible!"

"What's so strange about this? I don't know which generation of the Bai family had a relative of Jieyuan, and it has been out of control ever since. Some of the descendants of the next generation have obtained meritorious honors. This has been accumulated over several generations. It's not like they have this kind of scenery.

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 Bai Ran.

"Bai family!" Bai Ran 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. Bai Ran felt very depressed.

However, after thinking for a while, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the two Confucian scholars.

"Two brothers, I'm Bai Ran. I don't know which Bai family I just mentioned. I came here to receive a letter and return to my family to worship my ancestors. It's just that I grew up in another place since I was a child and am unfamiliar with my family.

I still don't know where to worship my ancestors. Please give me some pointers, two brothers." Bai Ran walked up to the Confucian scholar and asked with a smile.

"It turns out that Xiongtai is a disciple of the Bai family. I'm sorry. But if there is any other local Bai family, it is naturally the Wuligou Bai family." The two Confucian scholars were startled at first, but then they saw that the other party was also dressed as a Confucian scholar.

, spoke in an extremely polite manner, and replied without any suspicion.

"Wuligou!" This place is the small mountainside village where the Bai 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 Bai family that the Confucian scholar just talked about has a lot to do with him in all likelihood.

"If it's Wuligou, this Bai family is really my hometown. Can you two tell me the general situation in detail? I've never participated in my family's ancestor worship, so don't make any jokes." Bai Ran's face looked as gentle as usual.

said.

"This... I'm just telling you the general situation. It doesn't matter of course. This is something everyone knows." The two Confucian scholars looked at each other. One of them looked at Bai Ran again and felt that he didn't look like a villain at all.

I agreed immediately.

"Thank you both!" Bai Ran smiled and thanked again.

And the Confucian scholar spoke:

"If brother is participating in the ancestor worship, it is better not to go to Wuligou first. Because the Bai family moved the family to Baijiabao, which is dozens of miles away, decades ago. The only way to do this is on the day of the ancestor worship.

, only then will all the clan members return to their old residence in Wuligou, and the Bai family..."

Bai Ran listened quietly to the Confucian scholar's words, the expression on his face did not change, but his heart was churning.

...Two hours later, Bai Ran appeared on the former green mountain, 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, cobblestone paths, and some well-dressed servants. Not a trace of the old shadows were left.

After watching for a while, Bai Ran 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 the words "Bai Family Ancestral Hall" written in silver powder.

A strange look appeared on Bai Ran's face. After thinking for a moment, 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 Bai Ran, who had used the invisibility spell, could not be discovered by them.

After just casually glancing at them, Bai Ran 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 the long tables around him, forming a long passage. 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 Bai family written on these tablets, they were extremely unfamiliar to him.

Bai Ran didn't stay 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.

Bai Ran turned a blind eye to all this, and just stared blankly at the few spiritual tablets placed in the middle, his body motionless.

"White cast, white iron, born in the day,..."

These familiar names were written coldly on the dark wooden sign. Bai Ran felt a pain in his heart, and suddenly felt a breathless dullness.

As the saying goes, the road is ruthless! But this is just a self-deception.

Even though Bai Ran is already a figure among the land gods, he still can't give up his love. All he can do is to bury this feeling as deep as possible in his heart.

Bai Ran finally moved, walked slowly to the spiritual tablet in the middle, and stopped again. He looked at the memorial tablet expressionlessly, but warm pictures 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 Bai Ran 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.

"Hehe! Brother Bai 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 the martial arts created by the ancestors of the Li family, why do we, the 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 you can succeed, you are not afraid of revenge and prosecution by our Bai family.

"?" The man who spoke first said very confidently.

"That's right!" another man agreed.

The sound of "thumping" coming upstairs was 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 at first, but when they saw their hands behind their backs in front of the spiritual tablets, 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, I'm chasing you here. Then I'll save my life." As soon as he said this, the big man made fists with both hands, jumped into the air, and rushed straight towards Bai Ran.

Before anyone could arrive, an astonishing strong wind came down first.

Bai Ran's back was turned to the two of them, still standing motionless. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the giant fist hit Bai Ran's back hard.

The big man was happy at first, but his expression immediately changed.

There was a flash of green light, and the big man suddenly flew back as if he had been hit hard by a giant hammer.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar's face changed drastically, and then he showed a look of astonishment.

Because as soon as the big man's huge body landed in front of him, his body suddenly slowed down and his feet landed lightly on the ground, as if nothing happened.

"Brother Li, are you okay? Have you been hurt secretly?" Although the Confucian scholar is just a scholar without the power to restrain a chicken, he often comes into contact with the big man surnamed Li, and he also knows that people in the world have many skills that can hurt others invisible. Therefore,

asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm not injured. The other party's skills are unfathomable, but he doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions." The big man surnamed Li took a deep breath and realized that his body was unharmed, and he couldn't help but whisper in surprise.

When the Confucian scholar heard this, he felt a little relieved. He nodded and turned to look at Bai Ran.

"This strong man, I'm Bai Tianxiao, the head of the Bai family. I wonder if the strong man came here specifically to wait for Bai!" the Confucian scholar said calmly, his expression not disturbed at all.

"Master of the Bai family!"

Bai Ran finally turned around slowly.

"Ah, you..."

"impossible!"

"Hmph! What do you mean?"

Before Bai Ran could say anything, the Confucian scholar and the big man lost their voices at the same time as soon as they saw Bai Ran's appearance. But then the Confucian scholar remembered something, and his expression darkened.

After the big man was startled, he also suddenly showed an evil look on his face.

"Do you recognize me?" Bai Ran frowned and asked. His eyes scanned the two people, trying to find some traces of familiar people in them. But after secretly smiling bitterly, he failed.

"Are you asking questions knowingly? Since you took a portrait and disguised yourself as our fourth uncle of the Bai family, why don't you dare to admit it in person?" The Confucian scholar stared at Bai Ran and said every word.

"Fourth uncle?" When Bai Ran heard this, he showed a half-smiling expression. Back then, he was the fourth in the family, so this fourth uncle naturally referred to him.

What I don't understand is that he has never seen any of his relatives face to face since he became an adult. How do these descendants of the Bai family know his appearance?

"Oh! When did I say that I was your fourth uncle? Could it be that I was born with such looks?" Bai Ran said with a smile.

"There are indeed many people with similar looks in the world, but you are the only one who looks exactly like your ancestors and appears in my Bai family ancestral hall." The anger on the Confucian scholar's face quickly disappeared and he said indifferently.

"Good response! You are worthy of being an official in the court. The Bai family can be prosperous today, and you, the younger generation, have really contributed to it!" Bai Ran's expression softened and he praised.

"Why, your Excellency is really planning to pretend to be an ancestor." Upon hearing this, the Confucian scholar's eyes flashed with a stern look, and he said a little angrily.

"I'm pretending. Why am I pretending? First, tell me why you know my face. Remember that I left home when I was young, so my family probably doesn't know my face. Could it be that someone from the Qixuan Sect drew it for you?

Hey, your surname is Li. How is it related to Li Feiyu back then?" Bai Ran turned his eyes and landed on the bearded man. He narrowed his eyes slightly. Finally, he felt that there was a hint of familiarity between his eyebrows.

"You...how do you know the name of our ancestor? It turns out that you all know the affairs of our Li family so clearly." After the big man was startled, he also showed an expression of shock and anger.

After Bai Ran heard this, he laughed it off without comment.

"Since you keep claiming to be your great-uncle, you must also know that our great-uncle of the Bai family left home when he was young and his whereabouts are unknown. But so many years have passed. So, you are more than 200 years old. Why can't Bai see you?

You look so old." The Confucian scholar was shocked when he heard Bai Ran blurt out about "Qixuan Sect" and "Li Feiyu", and asked a little suspiciously.

You know, he also recently learned about the past events of the Bai family and the Li family from a handwritten note. The other party knew it so clearly. Could it be that he had already read the handwritten note?

Thinking of this, the Confucian scholar couldn't help but look towards the table where the spiritual tablets were enshrined. There was a mezzanine there, and he enshrined the notebook in it.

Bai Ran saw that the Confucian scholar had a strange look in his eyes, and followed his gaze to the spiritual table, and the letters in the mezzanine fell into his eyes.

Bai Ran raised his hand unceremoniously and waved at the table.

A scene suddenly appeared that stunned the two big men.

There was a flash of light on the spiritual table, and a ball of green and soft light held a withered yellow manual, floated out of the table, and flew directly towards Bai Ran.

Bai Ran grabbed the manual, shook it slightly, and the light disappeared, and then he calmly looked through the notebook.

Although the Confucian scholar had been in the officialdom for a long time and had long been able to remain unchanged despite the collapse of Mount Tai, he couldn't help but swallow dryly and glance at the big man in panic.

The big man's expression was not much better, but his face changed drastically, and there was a strange look, whether it was joy or fear.

Just when the Confucian scholar felt something strange, the big man with a long beard clasped his fists, bowed to Bai Ran and gave a deep salute, and said hesitantly, "Excuse me, are you the legendary cultivator of immortals? If so, your status as an immortal is indeed true.

It’s not like you’re plotting against ordinary people like us. I wonder if seniors have tokens to prove their identity. After all, it’s a very important matter. Brother Bai Xiandi and I can’t easily believe people based on our words.”

The Confucian scholar was stunned when he heard the big man's words. Then he remembered some rumored things in his mind. He couldn't help but take a breath and looked at Bai Ran with a hint of awe.

"Oh! I didn't expect you to know how to cultivate immortals. It's really not easy! From this note, it seems that you are really a descendant of Li Feiyu. It's incredible. Li Feiyu's children actually formed a close family relationship with our Bai family. At the beginning, I said

I didn't expect anything. You want a token

, this is difficult. At that time, I wholeheartedly sought the truth and hurriedly said goodbye to my hometown. I didn’t have any tokens with me. I even left without saying goodbye to Brother Li back then. The only thing left behind was a note and a few bottles of pills.

It's just medicine." Bai Ran said casually.

"Elixirs. Could it be that in our Li family, those few medicine bottles that have been enshrined in the ancestral hall were left behind by our seniors." The big man surnamed Li suddenly said with a bit of surprise.

"In order to achieve great martial arts achievements, your ancestor even took the marrow extracting pill. Even if I left the pill, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to die." Bai Ran sighed and said sadly.

"Li doesn't know these things that senior said. However, my father is still alive, so maybe he knows some things about our ancestors. After all, there are some secrets that only the family heads of the past generations can know. If senior allows me, I will send you a letter right now.

I want to ask if this is true or not." The tall man with a beard hesitated for a moment and said carefully.

At this moment, he had already believed more than half of it. The ancestors of the Li family who left such a huge foundation did not live long and died young.

"No need. When I came back this time, I didn't intend to disturb anyone. I just wanted to see the last thing that concerned me in the world and put an end to this. Now I see that the Bai family and the descendants of my best friend are all safe and sound. I

I feel relieved." Bai Ran waved his hand and said solemnly.

After hearing this, the tall man with a beard became anxious and winked wildly at the Confucian scholar.

After all, he knew very well what the ancestor of an immortal cultivator meant to the Bai Li family.

A big man can think of the pros and cons of this matter, and a Confucian scholar naturally knows it more clearly. After he pondered for a while, he also said respectfully:

"If you are really my fourth uncle, there is another way to immediately verify the authenticity of your identity. In our Bai family ancestral hall, we have preserved some old things that were used by several ancestors in the past. If seniors can collect these things one by one

The juniors will naturally believe what the seniors say. Only the heads of the Bai family in the past are qualified to wipe and enshrine these things with their own hands, and others will never be able to tell."

"Take out the old things and look at them. I left home early, so I don't know how many of them I can distinguish," Bai Ran said calmly.

If it was not too troublesome, he would not refuse the recognition of the descendants of the Bai family.

"Senior, please rest assured. Many of these things are nostalgic things that our ancestors kept from childhood when they were in poverty. Seniors should know them. I will take out the things right now." After the Confucian scholar saluted Bai Ran, he said

Went downstairs.

There was a slight noise downstairs.

After a while, the Confucian scholar came up holding a tray covered with red cloth and presented it respectfully to Bai Ran.

Bai Ran pulled off the red cloth and saw a few shabby little things in front of him.

"Hey! It turns out they are these things. I really didn't expect to see them again in this life." Bai Ran said with a hint of surprise and surprise.

"Do all the seniors recognize these things?" the Confucian scholar asked cautiously, looking a little nervous.

"Most of them are old things, so of course everyone knows about them. There are two or three things that were added after I left home. I don't know who owns them. This slingshot and small bow were cast in vain by my second brother.

He liked playing with these things the most when he was a child. And this wooden hairpin was my mother's favorite thing. The dry pipe is..." Every time Bai Ran picked up an object, he murmured a few words in his mouth, as if he were counting treasures from his family.

After only hearing half of Bai Ran's words, the Confucian scholar became convinced.

So before Bai Ran could finish speaking, he immediately pulled the big man and bowed respectfully.

"The unfilial son Bai Tianxiao paid homage to his fourth uncle. If he has acted unfilially before, I hope my uncle will forgive me." After saying this, the Confucian scholar did not dare to look at Bai Ran, his face full of shame and uneasiness.

And the big man was also extremely respectful!


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