Under the leadership of Han Mofeng, Han Yi walked through those familiar roads, and after coming out of the side door of the conference hall, there was a corridor on the left side of the main hall. After passing through the side hall, the library pavilion, the backyard, and the Yuzhu residence along the staggered corridors, the two came to the family ancestral hall in the deepest part of the Han family.

The old ancestral hall stood alone in the middle of a kilometer-sized square, surrounded by barren grass and low old trees. When the mahogany corridor reached the edge of the square, it was suddenly truncated, and a corridor made of gray and yellow old wood stood on the ground, connecting with the mahogany corridor.

The two walked into the square on the bluestone, and Han Yi saw the black family ancestral hall in the distance. In the ancestral hall, an octagonal attic rises from the ground, and only the three-story attic is more than ten meters high, and the windows on all sides are closed, carved with strange patterns.

Han Yi frowned suddenly, he didn't know why, in his impression, this family ancestral hall seemed to be something he had never visited. The pictures of this place in my memory are all from a distance, and this seems to be the forgotten place of the Han family.

He didn't remember when the Han family had sacrificed to their ancestors, and he didn't remember when someone had mentioned the family ancestral hall. Originally, in any family, the family ancestral hall was the top priority, and every major festival or family competition, it was necessary to sacrifice to the ancestors, but the Han family never seemed to have such a habit.

Just look at the wild grass and low trees around the ancestral hall, as well as this ancient corridor, you can know. The Han family didn't care about the family ancestral hall at all, but seemed to stay away from here.

"What, do you think it's strange?" Han Mofeng didn't look at Han Yi and knew the expression on his face now.

"In my impression, it seems that the Han family has never sacrificed to their ancestors. This place, I actually came for the first time. Han Yi frowned and said.

"It's not that we haven't sacrificed, it's just that you don't remember. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Every time you sacrifice, you will drink the spiritual liquid made by the Forgetfulness Grass in advance, and everything you see and hear here will not remain in your memory. ”

"I've never heard of this elixir. ”

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because this spirit grass comes from the Canglong Continent, although its effect is only to make people forget the memory for a certain period of time, but due to the harsh growth environment, it is a more cherished elixir. There was an alchemist in the Han family's ancestor who had spent time studying the Forget-Worry Grass and refining a spiritual liquid called Cleansing Worry Water. ”

"Clear the water. You don't let the Han family's clansmen remember everything you see and hear in the family ancestral hall, what are you hiding?"

"We're hiding something, you'll be able to see it in no time. As soon as Han Mofeng's words fell, his footsteps stopped.

Han Yi looked at the black gate of the ancestral hall, there was no inscription on the surface of the gate, not even a memorial text, just a pure black color. There is a cracked plaque hanging on the door, with four big characters written on the Han family ancestral hall, and the penmanship is extremely sharp and domineering, revealing a sharp feeling like a knife and an axe.

Han Yi looked at it, and suddenly his face changed drastically. The four big characters on the plaque burst out with overwhelming sword light and sword shadows, with great might, as if they could destroy the world.

The spiritual power in the body instantly gushed out, forming a milky white light shield to protect the whole body. However, the next moment, all those sword lights and sword shadows suddenly disappeared.

"Huhuhu......" he gasped, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"The realm of the sword is so strong, the person who wrote these words is afraid that he has already reached the realm of the imperial mystery. Zhao Tianji also sensed the impact of the artistic conception just now, and the voice sounded in Han Yi's mind.

"Among the ancestors of the Han family, there are people who are so powerful. Han Yi was a little shocked in his heart.

"Are you okay?" Han Mofeng saw Han Yi's appearance and asked, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned his head to look at the plaque on the door, and smiled, "It seems that your sword cultivation path has also reached an extraordinary realm." ”

"Who wrote this?" asked Han Yi after calming his breath, his eyes faintly excited and longing.

"An ancestor of the Han family, it is rumored that his sword path is almost up to the sky, and a single sword can change the color of heaven and earth. Han Mofeng's voice was very soft, but his tone was full of awe.

At this moment, the black gate of the Han family ancestral hall opened silently, bringing a breeze with it. Through the open portal, Han Yi saw the appearance of the ancestral hall, with simple stone walls and floor tiles, and wooden pillars that looked like they were about to decay to support the eaves.

Behind the atrium of the ancestral hall stands a row of stone statues of different shapes, but what is common is that they are all wearing blue-black robes, and the robes are embroidered with the emblem of the five-colored sword wheel on their chests. The sword wheel is composed of five long swords of different shapes, and the intricate lines can even be seen on the slender sword.

Han Yi followed Han Mofeng into the Han family ancestral hall, walked through the atrium, and came to those stone statues. There are six stone statues in total, and the two in the center are a man and a woman, and they bear the same seal, and they look solemn and abnormal.

The stone statue on the far left first attracted Han Yi's attention, the stone statue was holding a slender sword in his hand, standing in one hand, his posture was upright, and he had a sharp and majestic momentum.

"This is the ancestor of the Han family who wrote down the four characters of the Han family ancestral hall. Han Mofeng saw that Han Yi's gaze was attracted by the stone statue holding the sword, and said.

Han Yi nodded.

"Is this what you're going to show me?"

"They're just part of the stuff that really wants you to see, down there. Han Mofeng pointed to the ground.

After speaking, he walked to the depths of the ancestral hall behind the stone statue. Han Yi followed, and after entering the depths of the ancestral hall from the side door, the first thing that caught his eye was the dense spiritual position, and the smell of sandalwood made people feel solemn.

Han Yi glanced at it, names crossed in his mind, and his gaze was fixed on the six spirit positions tied at the top, Han Xiu, Han Ji, Han Cangming, Han Lingxiu, Han Wuzhan, and Han Yuan.

He looked at the six largest spiritual positions, each name seemed to represent an era, the era when the Han family was strong, but unfortunately, he couldn't imagine what the Han family looked like thousands of years ago.

"Incense with me. Han Mofeng's expression was *, he lit six incense sticks and handed three of them to Han Yi.

Han Yi also looked solemn, took the three incense sticks, and saluted to those dense spiritual positions with Han Mofeng, and then respectfully inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner, and the green smoke curled.

"Let's go. Han Mofeng looked at those spirit positions and said after a moment. After he finished speaking, he turned and walked to the back of the shrine where the spiritual seat was enshrined.

Han Yi followed behind him, his brows furrowed. They should have raced against time to evacuate Tianhai City, but now Han Mofeng took him unhurriedly to see the so-called glorious history of the Han family, those things that had passed away and were ruthlessly submerged by the long river of history.

Just as he was about to urge, Han Mofeng stopped in front of the attic door at the back of the ancestral hall.

"This is it, you go inside. ”

"You're not going in with me?"

"From this moment on, this door is only open to you, and anyone else who tries to break in will be killed instantly. Han Mofeng said with a smile.