"By the way, what was the silver thing you had in your hand last time?" Now that he thought about it, Lin Fan asked casually.

"If you really want to know, just ask my master, if he doesn't speak, I don't dare to sue you, but senior brother, I believe that you will definitely become the master of the purple sword in the future." ”

The owner of the purple sword, this kid also knows the purple sword, and it seems that he also knows the legend of the purple sword, which makes Lin Fan frown, the longer he has been in contact with his master, the more Lin Fan feels that Sun Fu is more mysterious, and there must be some things that he doesn't know.

followed Wu Xie into Sun Fu's house, this time Lin Fan did not go downstairs, but went upstairs, because Sun Fu's house was built on two floors, which was the best house in this remote village. Although he has been here for more than a month, Lin Fan has never gone up to the second floor, because at the beginning of the tattoo, Sun Fu explained that no one is allowed to step on the second floor without his order.

Knowing that his uncle has a strange and irritable temper, so even if he has some curiosity about the second floor, Lin Fan will not go up, this time it is Wu heresy, Sun Fu is waiting for him on it, Lin Fan walked up the stairs, this is also the first time he has gone up the second floor.

The layout of the second floor and the first floor is not the same, there is only one room on the second floor, which is very big, and when Lin Fan entered, Zhang Xishan and Sun Fu were inside. The furnishings inside are also relatively simple, directly opposite the door, there is a table against the wall, the incense burner is placed on the table, and a chair is placed on each side, and Zhang Xishan and Sun Fu are sitting on both sides, looking at Lin Fan very strictly.

"Master, uncle," Seeing that the atmosphere was too depressing, Lin Fan had to smile reluctantly and shouted.

The two of them nodded at the same time, then glanced at each other, Sun Fu said: "Your master has taken you as an apprentice for so many years, and he has not taken you to worship the head of Yanqing Sect for several generations. ”

Yanqingmen? How many generations have been in charge? Zhang Xishan really didn't mention these things, but since it was a ceremony, it was inevitable to bow down. I saw Sun Fu talking, stood up on crutches, walked to a corner of the room, turned it over for a while, walked out with three scrolls in his hand, and then handed one of them to Zhang Xishan, and Zhang Xishan got up and hung it above the wall where the table rested, and below the scroll was the incense burner, and next to the incense burner were naturally placed candles, incense and matches.

"Master, who is this ......? After Zhang Xishan hung up, Lin Fan found that although the appearance of the person in the painting was very vicissitudes and had reached the twilight of his life, from the perspective of clothing, the age would not be too far away.

Different from Western realistic techniques, ancient Chinese paintings often only talk about the brushwork of the Spring and Autumn Period, and only talk about the artistic conception, so the person in the painting looks like a nose and two eyes, and there is nothing surprising about it.

After hanging the image, Zhang Xishan and Sun Fu bowed respectfully to the portrait. After the incense, Zhang Xishan turned around and said, "Lin Fan, kneel!" ”

In the past, Zhang Xishan was also very strict in his usual times, but at this time, there was a majesty in his momentum, Lin Fan rarely saw his master like this, although he had many questions, he still knelt in front of the portrait honestly.

"This is your Taishizu's master Huo Endi, the sixth generation of Yanqingquan, and the sixth generation of Yanqingmen," Zhang Xishan said: "After three bows, remember to incense!" Finally, Zhang Xishan also reminded Lin Fan.

"Yes, Master!" There were more and more questions in his heart, but on such a solemn occasion, Lin Fan's mentality also changed a lot, he didn't ask anything, just respectfully kowtowed to the portrait three times, took three incense sticks from the table, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner.

Sun Fu nodded, unfolded another painting on crutches and handed it to Zhang Xishan, who hung it on the left side of the first painting, and then the two bowed respectfully to the portrait. This time, Zhang Xishan still turned his head and asked Lin Fan to kneel.

"This is your ancestor Huo Yuanjia, the seventh generation head of Yanqingmen," Zhang Xishan said.

Huo Yuanjia? Lin Fan was immediately stunned. When it comes to Huo Endi, maybe Lin Fan doesn't know who it is, but when it comes to Huo Yuanjia, I'm afraid that most people in society now know that he is a patriotic martial artist in the late Qing Dynasty, how did Huo Yuanjia become his ancestor? Lin Fan felt like he was in a dream, and suddenly he was in a relationship with a famous kung fu master.

However, seeing Zhang Xishan's stern and majestic expression, Lin Fan knew that now was not the time to ask questions, so he knelt on the ground and nodded, then kowtowed to the portrait three times, lit incense again and inserted it into the incense burner.

Sun Fu unfolded the last painting and glanced at Zhang Xishan, his eyes full of longing. Taking the painting, he hung it on the right side of the first painting, and the two of them looked at the painting for a long time before bowing and turning around.

This time, without Zhang Xishan's words, Lin Fan knelt down very consciously, combined with the identity of the people in the first two paintings, he had vaguely guessed the identity of the people in the last painting, and Zhang Xishan's next words also confirmed Lin Fan's conjecture.

"This is your master, the eighth generation head of Yan Qingquan, that is, the master of me and your uncle, you kid salute," Zhang Xishan said lightly.

Answered, Lin Fan was the same as before, kowtowing to incense, his heart was full of questions, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only nest in his stomach, quietly waiting for Zhang Xishan to answer these doubts for him, because Lin Fan knew that since his master had made him kneel down and worship these people, he must have something important to tell him.

"Okay, let's move a chair from there and sit down," Seeing that Lin Fan's etiquette was in place, Sun Fu said, and after speaking, he sat back on the chair on crutches and put the crutches aside.

"I know you have a lot of questions, in fact, what I know about Yanqingmen is limited to what your master sues me," After a pause, Zhang Xishan said: "Due to my advanced age, from today onwards, you will be the tenth generation head of Yanqingmen, and I will slowly tell you about some things about this sect in the future." ”

Yes? Lin Fan was slightly stunned, it seems that today is the day of the incident. In fact, when he worshipped Zhang Xishan as his teacher, he didn't know about Yan Qingmen's cunning, and as for Sun Fu's cunning, Lin Fan didn't know it, he only knew that he was learning a boxing method called Yanqing boxing, and his master was one of the few boxing masters in the world......

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