Under the leadership of Han Mofeng, Han Yi walked through those familiar roads. After coming out of the side door of the meeting hall, there was the corridor on the left side of the main hall. Along the criss-crossing corridors, he passed through the side hall, the Tibetan Pavilion, the backyard, and Yuzhu.
Finally, the two came to the family ancestral hall located at the deepest part of the Han family.
The ancient ancestral hall stood alone in the center of the thousand-meter square, surrounded by grass and low old trees. When the redwood corridor reached the edge of the square, it was suddenly cut off, with a strip of gray-yellow old wood.
The assembled corridors stand on the land and are connected to the redwood corridors.
The two walked into the square on the bluestone, and Han Yi saw the black family ancestral hall from a distance. In the ancestral hall, an octagonal attic rose from the ground. The three-story attic was only more than ten meters high, and the windows on all sides were closed.
Carved with strange texture patterns.
Han Yi suddenly frowned. For some reason, in his impression, this family ancestral hall seemed like he had never been there. The images of this place in his memory were all from a distance. This place seemed to belong to the Han family.
Forgotten place.
He couldn't remember when the Han family had worshiped their ancestors, nor when anyone mentioned the family ancestral hall. Originally, in any family, the family ancestral hall was the top priority, and every major festival or family competition was held.
, it is necessary to sacrifice ancestors, but the Han family seems to have never had such a habit.
Just looking at the grass and short trees around the ancestral hall, as well as this ancient corridor, you can tell. The Han family does not care about the family ancestral hall, but seems to keep a distance from it.
"What, you think it's weird?" Han Mofeng knew the expression on Han Yi's face without looking at him.
"In my impression, it seems that the Han family has never worshiped their ancestors. This is my first time coming to this place." Han Yi frowned and said.
"It's not that we haven't made sacrifices before, it's just that you don't remember."
"What's the meaning?"
"Every time there is a sacrifice, you will drink the spiritual liquid made by the Forget-Worthy Grass in advance. Everything you see and hear here will not remain in your memory."
"Wangyoucao? I have never heard of this elixir."
"Of course you haven't heard of it, because this kind of spiritual grass comes from the Canglong Continent. Although its effect is only to make people forget their memories for a certain period of time, due to the harsh growth environment, it is a relatively cherished spiritual medicine. Ancestor of the Han family
An alchemist once spent time studying the Forget-you-grass and refined a spiritual liquid called Qingyou Shui."
"Qingyoushui. What are you hiding by not letting the Han family members see and hear everything in the family ancestral hall?"
"You will be able to see what we are hiding soon." Han Mofeng stopped as soon as he finished speaking.
Han Yi looked at the black door of the ancestral hall. There were no words engraved on the surface of the door, not even a memorial inscription. It was just pure black. There was a cracked plaque hanging on the door, with the four characters "Han Family Ancestral Hall" written in extremely sharp and domineering style.
, revealing a sharp feeling like a knife cutting an axe.
Han Yi looked at it, and suddenly his expression changed drastically. The four big characters on the plaque erupted into an overwhelming shadow of swords and swords, carrying great power, as if they could destroy the world.
The spiritual power in the body instantly surged out, forming a milky white light shield to protect the whole body. However, the next moment, all those swords and swords suddenly disappeared.
"Hufufu..." He breathed heavily, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"What a powerful sword realm. The person who wrote these words may have reached the Yuxuan realm." Zhao Tianji also felt the impact of the artistic conception just now, and the voice rang in Han Yi's mind.
"Among the ancestors of the Han family, there is someone so powerful." Han Yi felt a little horrified.
"Are you okay?" Han Mofeng asked when he saw Han Yi's appearance. As if he remembered something, he suddenly turned to look at the plaque on the door and smiled, "It seems that your sword cultivation skills are also good.
It has reached an extraordinary level.”
"Who wrote this?" Han Yi asked after calming down his breathing, with a hint of excitement and desire in his eyes.
"An ancestor of the Han family, it is said that his swordsmanship is so great that he can make the world change color with one strike of his sword." Han Mofeng's voice was very soft, but his tone was full of awe.
At this moment, the black door of the Han family ancestral hall opened silently, bringing with it a breeze. Through the open door, Han Yi saw the appearance of the ancestral hall. The simple stone walls and floor tiles looked like they were almost ready.
Rotten wooden pillars hold up the eaves.
Behind the atrium of the ancestral hall stands a row of stone statues, with different shapes, but the same thing is that they are all wearing blue-black robes. The robes have the emblem of the five-color sword wheel embroidered on the chest. The sword wheel consists of five long swords of different shapes.
Composed, complex patterns can even be seen on the slender sword.
Han Yi followed Han Mofeng into the Han family ancestral hall, passed through the atrium, and came to the stone statues. There were six stone statues in total, two of which were a man and a woman. They formed the same seal and looked extremely solemn.
.
The stone statue on the far left first caught Han Yi's attention. The stone statue held a slender sword in one hand and stood with one hand on its back. It had a tall and straight posture, with a sharp and majestic aura.
"This is the ancestor of the Han family who wrote the four words Han family ancestral hall." Han Mofeng said when he saw Han Yi's eyes being attracted by the stone statue holding a sword.
Han Yi nodded.
"Are these the things you want to show me?"
"They are just a part of it. What they really want you to see is down there." Han Mofeng pointed to the ground.
After saying that, he walked towards the depths of the ancestral hall behind the stone statue. Han Yi followed closely behind. After entering the depths of the ancestral hall through the side door, the first thing that caught his eye was the densely packed spiritual tablets. The smell of sandalwood made people feel solemn.
Han Yi glanced at them, and the names passed through his mind one by one. His eyes were fixed on the six spiritual tablets juxtaposed at the top, Han Xiu, Han Ji, Han Cangming, Han Lingxiu, Han Wuzhan, and Han Yuan.
He looked at the six largest spiritual tablets. Each name seemed to represent an era, an era when the Han family was powerful. It was a pity that he could not imagine the prosperity of the Han family thousands of years ago.
"Lake the incense with me." Han Mofeng said with a confused expression. He lit six sticks of incense and handed three of them to Han Yi.
Han Yi also looked solemn, took the three incense sticks, and followed Han Mofeng to salute to the densely packed spiritual tablets, and then respectfully inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner, and the green smoke curled up.
"Let's go." Han Mofeng stared at the spiritual tablets and said after a moment. After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the back of the shrine where the spiritual tablets were enshrined.
Han Yi followed him, his brows furrowed. They should have raced against time to evacuate Tianhai City, but now Han Mofeng took him leisurely to see the so-called glorious history of the Han family, those things that had passed away and were lost in the long river of history.
The relentless drowning stuff.
Just when he was about to urge him, Han Mofeng stopped in front of the attic door behind the ancestral hall.
"This is it, go in."
"You won't go in with me?"
"From this moment on, this door will only be open to you. Anyone else who tries to break in will be killed instantly." Han Mofeng said with a smile.