"The snowy night fire eighteen years ago?" Lin Xiao said, thinking about it in his head, and then remembered what happened on the poetry platform the day before yesterday, Master Li Guinian just added the word "Sixue" to the Qin list, and everyone panicked and fled for their lives.

"Yes. Lin Xiao asked again, "Do you remember the song that Li Guinian played the day before yesterday?"

Lin Xiao recalled and remembered: "Acacia"?"

"Exactly, then you should remember the author of "Acacia". ”

"Of course, Maha Jushi Wang Wei. ”

"Then do you know about Wang Wei's life experience?" Lin Dong asked again.

Lin Xiao shook his head: "I only know that he learns Zhuang Xindao and is proficient in poetry, calligraphy, piano and painting." ”

"Wang Wei has two close friends in his life, one of them is Li Guinian, and the other is Zhao Han, the king of Han. ”

"Zhao Han?" Lin Xiao seemed to remember something, "My uncle?"

"Yes. Lin Dong nodded, "In the snowy night fire eighteen years ago, in addition to more than 200 people in your uncle's mansion, there was also one person who died in the fire, that was Wang Wei who went to Daoxi that day. ”

"I read the genealogy records, didn't my uncle Zhao Han die of the plague?"

Lin Dong smiled softly: "What kind of plague can kill two hundred people in one night, and there are no bones, as for the genealogy, it is just a nonsense made up by the first emperor Zhao Yu when he was alive." ”

"Then what are the causes and consequences of this, Dad, you elaborate. ”

"Over the years, including me and your mother, I have never mentioned to you who your mother's grandfather, that is, your maternal great-grandfather, is, right?"

"Maternal great-grandfather?" Lin Xiao thought carefully, and guessed after a while: "I remember that my mother showed me the genealogy of the Zhao family, and I was a little impressed, I want to think about it." After thinking for a while, Lin Xiao's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied, "Zhao Chang!"

"That's a pseudonym, because your maternal great-grandfather and your maternal grandfather committed the taboo of the Southern Imperial Court and the Imperial Southern Sect, so they changed their names to avoid it. Lin Dong's answer poured cold water on Lin Xiao.

"That's?"

"Zhao Chang. ”

"Zhao Chang?!" Lin Xiao couldn't believe her ears, and asked again: "Zhao Chang?!Zhao Chang of Shuangrichang?!, Zhao Chang, my master Li Guinian's personal teacher?!"

Lin Dong looked serious, not joking at all: "Yes, otherwise why do you think that Li Guinian helped your master Hua Que to play the piano opera for you for a year, so that you can calm your mind in the illusion and assist you in treating Gu poison." ”

Lin Xiao still couldn't believe it: "Is it the strongest person in the history of the Southern Kingdom, the one who was about to enter the Spirit Saint, led nearly a thousand Southern Sect cultivators to resist foreign enemies, and finally died in the 'Battle of the Seven Emperors'?"

Lin Dong nodded again.

"That, that ......" said that, Lin Xiao took out the little Wuji Yimei Sixue Qin from the ring, "According to Master Li Guinian, this qin was given to him by his own teacher, that is to say, my great-grandfather's qin was finally passed to my hands?"

Lin Dong didn't answer when he listened, but asked Lin Xiao again: "According to the rabid dog Zhong Lixiong: 'I'm afraid it's difficult for Zhao Chang to paint, and the spring breeze will rise again in the south'." In the spring of next year, if the humiliating national martyrdom in the history of the southern kingdom reappears, can you, as the inheritor of your maternal great-grandfather Baoqin, stand up and become the second Zhao Chang and protect the peace of the southern kingdom?"

"Dad, you're making fun of me. Lin Xiao smiled awkwardly and scratched her head, "My maternal great-grandfather is a master of the ninth stage of the Spirit Emperor, and the child is only the fifth stage of the Spirit Emperor, how can it be compared, if this is spread out, it will have to make people laugh and lose their big teeth." ”

Lin Xiao's words didn't make Lin Dong much easier, I saw that he was worried, and sighed repeatedly: "Time is not for me, time is not for me." ”

Lin Xiao also understood this when she heard this, smiled and replied seriously: "Dad, don't worry, although the child has only been cultivating for two years, he will definitely work hard in the future and do his best for the southern country." ”

"In that case, you should know why twenty years ago, there was a disaster in the south of the six countries, right?"

Lin Dong asked again, Lin Xiao thought about it again, thought about it for a long time, and shook his head helplessly: "The child is stupid, Dad, you should speak up." ”

"Then I'll give you a heads-up. Lin Dong paused, "How many children did your maternal great-grandfather have?"

"Hmm...... One?"

"Which one?"

"Southern Gaozu Zhao Sheng?"

Lin Dong nodded and asked again: "Then think about it now." ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Lin Xiao shook her head helplessly.

Lin Dong sighed softly: "Hey~, I don't blame you, the reason for the poison has made you learn less about the history of the Southern Kingdom." ”

"Daddy, you understand me. ”

"For the first time in the thousands of years of history of the Southern Kingdom, and even in the entire history of China. Lin Dong said seriously, his expression was also full of regret, "For the first time in a kingdom, the lord of the country and the sect master are of the same bloodline, and it is also a father-son relationship, and more importantly, Zhao Chang is about to enter the Spirit Saint, now you have figured it out, right?"

When Lin Xiao heard this, he suddenly realized: "The sects and dynasties of various countries have always divided and ruled, and they do not govern each other, although they cooperate with each other, but in the final analysis, the lord of the country and the suzerain are still one mountain and two tigers. ”

Lin Dong smiled with satisfaction: "Go on." ”

"If my great-great-grandfather Zhao Chang stepped into the Spirit Saint and passed on the position of sect master to my grandfather Zhao Sheng, it would be the first time in history that the head of a kingdom and the sect master belong to the same person, and there is a unique strong hand in the world like the Spirit Saint, if this thing is done, it is only a matter of time before the Six Kingdoms are wiped out?"

Lin Dong smiled in agreement: "For thousands of years, only one person has been able to clear the universe and lead the Eight Desolations. ”

When Lin Xiao heard this, he turned his head to look at the towering humanoid stone sculpture in front of him, turned to look at Lin Dong, and sighed with emotion: "Divine Son Heavenly Emperor!"