Just as Ye Tianming was waiting.

On this day, outside the Black Rock Valley, three people finally came.

An old general, with a gray beard, a battle robe and a spear in his hand, heroic and majestic, not angry but mighty, but unfortunately his armor was in tatters, as if he had just experienced a vicious battle.

The wound on his left arm is still dripping with blood, which proves the fierceness of the battle.

"Dad, this should be the place, I hope nothing will happen again. ”

A middle-aged man with a forty-year-old appearance, following the old general's left, with a dignified appearance, raised eyebrows, dressed in white, elegant and thoughtful, carrying a machete, and carrying a large package diagonally behind his back.

On top of the machete, there was blood stains, dripping on the black stone, and disappeared in an instant.

This black stone was originally extremely hard, even if a strong person like Long Aotian couldn't hurt it in the slightest, but the blood and water could pass through it, it was really magical.

"Dad, big brother, it's really scared to death, such a large group of beasts, almost died! ”

This is a young man in his twenties, handsome and graceful, also dressed in white, but carrying a pair of eight-fluted purple gold hammers in his hands.

He said that he was afraid, but the whole person was full of energy, and he didn't look scared at all, but he threw the two hammers around in the middle of speaking, exchanging plays.

When the young man said this, he obviously intended to ask for credit from his father, and at the same time took the opportunity to arrange his second brother, who made this second brother love to preach to him the most on weekdays.

"Hey, the three tigers, you are also an adult, why can't you grow up! If it weren't for your second brother's good skills, I'm afraid the three of us would have to feed the real tigers." ”

The gray-haired old general, looking at the third son, smiled bitterly and couldn't cry or laugh.

blame my mother-in-law, I'm too used to this child.

Oh, and of course my own recently deceased dad.

Thinking of the old man, the old general was sad, and immediately lost the mood to teach the third son a lesson.

"Dad, although my grandfather is gone, as long as we complete his old man's legacy, he will still be with us, and the spirit of heaven will surely protect my Qin family and restore the glory of our ancestors. ”

Qin Da, that is, a middle-aged man, is the eldest son of the old general Qin Ye, who has always been calm and sensible, and immediately glared at his younger brother Qin Ying without a trace, and gently enlightened his old father.

"Or the big tiger understands. In vain to your grandfather, he will teach you a game himself. Three tigers, you will be an adult in the future, learn more from your eldest brother, otherwise, after a hundred years, you will not be able to rest assured. ”

After teaching his son, Qin Ye straightened his robe, looked at the stone temple in the distance, and respectfully walked first.

Qin Da, Qin Ying, one left and one right, followed behind, with the same heavy face.

The distance of 100 zhang is not far away, even if the three of them walk solemnly, they will soon arrive in front of the temple gate.

It is said to be a temple gate, but in fact, where did the door come from, there is only one doorway.

A little bit of light, through the cracks in the wall, faintly illuminates the situation inside.

It's just that, when viewed from the outside inward, the temple looks deep and gloomy, as if it can devour everything.

"Kneel!"

Qin Ye's father and son came here to worship, and they would not break in like Long Aotian regardless of it.

The three of them knelt solemnly outside the door and kowtowed respectfully three times.

"Qin's father and son, on the orders of the ancestors, come to welcome the ancestral tablet home!"

Qin Ye finished his prayers, took his two sons, and went straight into the temple.

......

When these three people first appeared in the Black Stone Valley, Ye Tianming already knew about it.

Except for the time when it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood when he was trapped in the world, this was the first time Ye Tianming had seen a real person in this world since he crossed over for countless years.

At that time, I was already excited.

When he came to his senses, he heard Qin Ye's worship.

"Ancestor, did you recognize the wrong ancestor?"

In the reincarnation of eternity, those strong people of the human race also wanted to take him away, but they were all for the sake of making tablets, but none of them said that they wanted to offer him as their ancestors.

At first glance, hearing Qin Ye say this, Ye Tianming's mind couldn't turn around: Can the ancestor still recognize it casually?

My surname is Ye, and your surname is Qin, how can you be your ancestor?

However, why do you feel that these three people in front of you, in the dark, have some soul-like connection with yourself?

But.

He, Ye Tianming, is an old otaku for a lifetime!

Since the beginning of the earth, I have never held the hand of my sister, and it is impossible to have descendants.

It's been countless years.

How is it possible to have a family-like connection with people from other worlds?

Wait a minute!

What is that?

Who's in that painting?

How can it be so familiar, but I can't imagine it!

At this time, a long scroll, slowly unfolded by Qin Ye's father and son, was exactly what Qin Da was carrying.

In the painting.

It's an old gentleman.

One eyebrows, big eyes, long hair under the chin, white T-shirt, big black trousers, a pair of flip-flops on his feet, his hands stretched out in front of his chest, ten fingers are flat and slightly buttoned in, as if he is operating something.

When you look closely, the eight fingers, above the fingers, are dense calluses.

Seeing this situation, Ye Tianming's consciousness burst into flames, and his mood was agitated.

If you have a body, you must be in tears at this moment.

"This, this, this...... How is that possible!"

His long-ago memories were reviving, and if it weren't for this painting, he probably wouldn't have remembered what he looked like in his previous life.

This is exactly the true portrayal of his code.

Ye Tianming endured the excitement of consciousness and observed carefully, only to see that there were still some Chinese characters on it.

[Ye Tianming's self-portrait with code words. The reincarnation of Qin Ming's eighty masterpieces. 】

Every word and stroke is his own handwriting in his previous life, and he can't fake it at all.

Simplified Chinese, as well as the content in this sentence, made Ye Tianming's consciousness flooded with turbulent waves.

The characters of this world, although they are also pictograms, are naturally completely different from Chinese characters.

These words, except for him, the earth traveler, it is estimated that no one can recognize them.

What's going on here?

"Could it be that this is my lost memory?"

“...... But the time is completely incorrect! Look at the new color of this painting, the three people in front of them are still filial piety, obviously this Qin Ming has not been gone for a long time, only lived for 80 years! But myself, to say the least, is also an old man hundreds of millions of years ago......"

Ye Tianming was completely messy: Could it be that when he was confused, did he still do something unspeakable?

Otherwise, how can there be offspring?

......

Qin Ye confessed his sin and took out a white bead from his arms.

Pure white and flawless, slightly transparent, colorful glow lingers, as soon as it is taken out, it illuminates the entire stone temple.

What a white bead!

Through the beads, Ye Tianming seemed to see himself in his previous life, as well as his eventful years of fighting in all directions, and the ups and downs of the officialdom in the dark......

Looking at the painting and looking at the beads, Ye Tianming didn't want to think about it anymore, and he couldn't figure it out.

But this bead definitely has a lot to do with himself.

The beads were gently placed in front of the tablet by Qin Ye.

The connection of the soul came, and Ye Tianming even read the ideas of several novels from the beads.

It was much the same as what he had conceived before.

At this time, Qin Ye waved his hand and shouted:

"Three Tigers, take the ancestral blood!"

An eight-legged purple gold hammer was handed over, and Qin Ye groped on it, crunching.

The thick bloody aura filled the entire stone temple!

"Don't, take the bowl of old blood ......."

As if he had smelled a danger greater than the heavenly thunder, Ye Tianming's consciousness let out a heart-rending cry, but it could not affect Qin Ye in the slightest......