There was also a small wooden plaque in the envelope, which was given to Zhao Chen when the old man went to Chang'an for the first time, but he didn't say what it was at that time, until he came to Lingnan later, and then he was told that the wooden plaque was the identity of the helmsman of the hidden door.

In Zhao Chen's letter to the old man this time, he also returned the wooden card by the way, because things have changed, and it is no longer possible for him to continue to be qualified as the helmsman of the hidden door.

“… Wear! The old man's eyes stared at the envelope in Zhao Chen's hand, and he gasped slightly, and then spoke weakly, but his tone was still unquestionable.

Hearing the old man's words, Zhao Chen's expression suddenly hesitated, and the old man at this moment was clearly leaving his last words and entrusting the entire hidden door to him.

It's just that he knows his own things, the burden of the hidden door is very heavy, if it was before, he would have taken it, but now that things have changed, this burden is not easy to take anymore.

In the room, it was unusually quiet at this time, the old man's eyes were staring at Zhao Chen tightly, his two sparse eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and there was an expectant look in his eyes.

Not only the old man, but also Ji Ning'er on the side, as well as everyone outside the house, were all staring at Zhao Chen at this moment, silently waiting for Zhao Chen's reply.

“… Wear it! Seeing that Zhao Chen was still hesitating, Ji Ning'er on the side finally couldn't help it, wiped a handful of tears vigorously, looked at Zhao Chen and cried and spoke.

"Good!" Hearing Ji Ning'er's crying voice, Zhao Chen finally took a deep breath, looked at the old man staring at him, and nodded slightly.

Then. He simply picked up the small wooden card, and under the gaze of the old man and everyone, opened the red line of the wooden card. Hung around the neck.

"Hah!" Seeing that Zhao Chen finally put the small wooden card back on, the old man's expectant eyes finally showed a smile, and he opened his mouth to smile at Zhao Chen, and then looked at the box in Ji Ning'er's hand again.

In the box, in addition to the letter written by Zhao Chen to the old man, there was also a roll of silk silk inside. It looks like it's been a few years, and the colors on it are already a little yellowish.

Follow the old man's instructions. In front of the old man, Ji Ning'er unfolded the silk silk little by little, and the moment it was unfolded, it was densely packed with names. Immediately came into the sight of several people.

It's densely packed with names. are all people in the hidden door, Zhao Chen saw the public loss fight, saw Ji Ning'er, and saw Jiang Chao.

Even, even the name of the bearded guest Zhang Zhongjian is on it, but Zhang Zhongjian's name has been circled with a red pen. The meaning is self-evident.

Except for Zhang Zhongjian's name, which is circled by a red pen. There are many more people on it, all circled by red pens.

At the beginning, Zhao Chen couldn't help but be shocked when he saw so many people circled by red pens, and thought that these people were like bearded people who had betrayed the hidden door.

It's just that when he saw that these people who were circled were basically located at the front of the volume, he suddenly reacted a little, these people are afraid that they are all people from the hidden door!

“… Pen! The old man waited until Ji Ning'er unfolded the silk silk, raised one hand weakly, gasped slightly, and spoke.

When Ji Ning'er heard the old man's words, she quickly agreed, handed over the silk to Zhao Chen, and then took out the pen and ink from the box, quickly sharpened the ink, and put the pen in the old man's hand.

Ji Ning'er's polished ink is cinnabar, and Zhao Chen, who already understands what cinnabar is used for, saw the old man holding a pen stained with cinnabar, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The silk silk was densely packed with names, and the old man struggled to hold the pen, looking at the names on it, and finally, the pen stopped at a person's name located at the frontispiece - Ji Boyun:

Ji Boyun?

Seeing this name, Zhao Chen frowned slightly, but he only frowned, and immediately reacted, this is the name of the old man!

However, just when Zhao Chen had just reacted, the pen in the old man's hand had already crossed it without hesitation, and circled Ji Boyun's name with a red pen.

"Ancestor!" Seeing such a scene, Zhao Chen didn't understand anything, and suddenly held the old man's weak hanging hand, and shouted with slightly red eyes.

On the silk silk, all the people of the hidden door are recorded, and when everyone leaves, there will be a helmsman of the hidden door, and they will be ticked with a red pen on it.

And at this moment, the old man ticked his name with a red pen and a red pen, which is equivalent to having sentenced himself to death, and from now on, it will only be a deceased person who was hooked off the hidden door on this silk silk.

At this moment, sadness permeated the house, Ji Ning'er's face was already full of tears, tears rolled down like beads with broken threads, her shoulders trembled vigorously, and her throat and eyes choked.

And the people in the hidden door outside the house, whether they are old or young, men or women, are all sobbing silently at this moment.

Several bookworms from the hidden door looked up at the blue sky, tears rolled down the corners of their eyes, and their mouths made a sound of 'woohoo lament', staggering away, as if they no longer wanted to witness the next grief.

Sorrow began to permeate the entire school palace like a plague, as if it was like a haze, enveloping the entire school palace.

“… Guard it well..."From the moment he crossed out the name on the silk silk, the old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, looked at Zhao Chen, showed a smile on his dry face, and after a long time, he said weakly.

Guarding it well, just like all these years, the old man has guarded, even in the most difficult times, he is still like an eagle, guarding everyone in the hidden door.

In other words, he has always unswervingly abided by the inheritance of the hidden door!

This hidden gate, which has been inherited from that year, has silently collected the lost civilizations, summarized them, and preserved them completely.

There is no shortage of talents in the hidden gate, whether it is a public loser, a member of the Mo family, or a bookworm who studies the scriptures, none of them belong to the grandmaster level!

However, these people all stayed in the hidden gate, and never thought that they wanted to use these to enter the WTO as officials and win the glory and wealth of the first life.

Even if there is such a best medium as Zhao Chen, the people of the hidden door have never thought of going to Li Er's court to get an official and a half-position when they arrive in Chang'an.

It's not because I don't envy the prosperity of the world, and it's not that I look at money like dung, but because I am in the hidden door, starting from the imprint of the hidden door, all the people are silently sticking to it.

Therefore, the weight contained in the seemingly ordinary four words of the old man is as heavy as a mountain!

The old man had already come to the end, when these words fell, his eyes began to be a little sluggish, seeing the old man's appearance, Zhao Chen nodded vigorously at the old man, gritted his teeth and said: "Ancestor, don't worry, I will guard it well!" ”

Hearing Zhao Chen's promise, the old man's mouth opened silently, as if he wanted to say something, however, after a long time, he only made a 'ho-ho' sound.

It's just that he couldn't make a sound in his mouth, but his eyes were looking at Ji Ning'er in front of him, the hand held by Zhao Chen in his hand, struggling weakly, trying to put Zhao Chen's hand on Ji Ning'er.

"I will also take care of Ning'er..."I understand what the old man meant, he is such a granddaughter, and when he is dying at this time, he is naturally reluctant.

Therefore, when Zhao Chen was speaking, he held one of Ji Ning'er's hands, shook it in front of the old man's eyes, looked at the smile that slowly bloomed on the old man's face, and said with a little moistness in his eyes.

In the room, Ji Ning'er's grief suddenly sounded, and the sound penetrated the roof and echoed throughout the entire school palace!

left, after seeing Zhao Chen holding Ji Ning'er's hand and getting Zhao Chen's promise, the old man swallowed his breath and closed his eyes peacefully at the last moment after forty days of hard work.

The huge grief began to permeate the school palace, Ji Ning'er threw herself in front of the couch, holding the old man's gradually cold hands tightly with both hands, crying heartbreakingly.

The willfulness of the past, the brutality of the past, the spoiling of the past, and all the things of the past, because of the loss of parents since childhood, the ancestor almost everything depends on Ji Ning'er.

Spoiling, loving and even indulgent, she will always be kind, no matter what, no matter at any time, as long as Ji Ning'er knows that there is an old man in this world who is spoiling her, she will be satisfied!

Therefore, in her world, the old man is her pillar, however, at this moment, with the departure of the old man, Ji Ning'er's world suddenly collapsed!

At this moment, my heart was full of grief, and my mind was empty, just holding the old man's hand tightly, crying loudly regardless of it, like a child abandoned by the world.

In the corners of Zhao Chen's eyes, tears were slowly rolling down, feeling Ji Ning'er's grief at this moment, holding one of Ji Ning'er's hands tightly, trying to bring a little comfort to Ji Ning'er.

And outside, the entire school palace was shrouded in sadness! (To be continued.) )