Zhang Shun coughed, and everyone fell silent.

This is the uncle's home, no matter how old they are, they are only guests here, and the key place is to listen to the uncle.

"I know what everyone is here for today," the uncle spoke slowly, at this time he was no longer as kind as Shen He had seen in the past, as if there was a strong momentum invisibly, which could bring a coercion to everyone, "I will only say the next words once." ”

"The second son of Shen He in your mouth is not with me. As for where you heard the rumors, I don't want to ask. If you come to see me today, I'm grateful, but if someone comes, I'm sorry, don't blame me for sending them off. ”

Silent.

The room fell silent for a long time. They looked at each other, and no one thought that the kind Zhang Shun would be so tough today, and no one dared to speak for a while.

After a long time, a sigh came from the middle of the crowd.

"By the way, you can't say it so much. I saw that the crowd automatically gave way to a road, and an old man dressed in plain clothes and holding a cane walked out. The gray beard and eyebrows on his face reveal the grandeur of the years, the eyes are plain, but the occasional burst of light makes the coercive, gray hair very neatly groomed, the old man wears a high striped hat on the top of his head is more unique, and the plain clothes on his body are very matched, although the clothes are simple, but the noble temperament naturally revealed is incomparable to everyone present. Although he is very old, the old man's pace is extremely steady, and his body is quite strong. This person is the patriarch of the Zhang family, Zhang Taiji.

The uncle looked at the totem embroidered on the old man's left chest and frowned. He slowly knelt down and whispered, "See the patriarch." ”

"Get up, child. Zhang Taiji said to Zhang Shun, his eyes were full of love, "In the future, you will be a noble person of my Zhang family, and you don't have to be so polite to the old man." ”

The uncle didn't get up, his brows furrowed even tighter, this old man was indeed difficult to deal with. But he didn't back down, but said: "What the patriarch said, the younger generation doesn't understand. I, Zhang Shun, have been poor all my life, and I have never made any great contributions to the clan, so how can I say that this noble man is here?"

Zhang Taiji smiled, he sat down slowly, and said unhurriedly: "Not now, it doesn't mean that it won't be in the future." His eyes stared straight at the uncle, as if he meant something, he gently tussed the folds on his clothes, and said to himself, "Son, there are some things you don't understand. This second son of Shen He, it's better to leave it to me. ”

"Patriarch, there is really no second son of Shen He here. The uncle insisted, kneeling deeper, his upper body almost touching the ground.

The room fell silent again.

Everyone didn't expect that this Zhang Shun would be so stubborn, insisting that he did not hide the second son of Shen He, and he dared to lie in front of the patriarch, and did not give him face at all. Just when everyone was thinking about what to do, the patriarch spoke again, and he sighed softly, as if he was feeling sorry for Zhang Shun: "Since that's the case, don't blame me." ”

Zhang Taiji suddenly got up and raised the crutch high in his right hand, and only then did everyone see clearly that it was not a crutch at all, but the family baguette handed down by the Zhang family! The stick was made of iron and wood, and the head of the stick was a lifelike head of a raccoon with a delicate pattern carved on the stick, which was integrated from top to bottom, like a living thing. In the ancestral teachings of the Zhang family, those who see the baguette are like seeing the family law! Everyone knelt down one after another, not daring to raise their heads, because in the Zhang family, this baguette represents the supreme majesty, and no one can disobey it!

The old man slowly approached Zhang Shun, who was kneeling on the ground, and the light blue light also lit up on the family baguette, this old man turned out to be a blue level powerhouse!

He slowly put down the baguette, placed it on top of Zhang Shun's head, and asked again: "To hand over or not to hand!" The old man no longer had any kindness at this moment, his voice was as cold as the cold air in an ice cellar, and everyone couldn't help but be scared when they heard it, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

And Zhang Shun, who was placed under the family baguette, was under the greatest pressure, and there were already big drops of sweat on his face, but he still didn't give in, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth, and said word by word: "Junior Zhang Shun, the second son of Shen He is not hidden!"

"Presumptuous!" A roar like a beast suddenly exploded, shocking everyone's eardrums about to tear, Zhang Taiji's face was extremely hideous, and he raised the family baguette high again and smashed it at Zhang Shun.

"Poof!" Zhang Shun spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body slammed into the ground, a terrifying depression appeared in his back, blood slowly seeped out, and his clothes were dyed crimson.

"To hand it over or not to give it!" the lion's roar came again.

"Junior......... Zhang Shun, the second son of Shen He is not hidden!" The uncle spit out the blood in his mouth, clasped his hands tightly on the ground, and shouted loudly.

Zhang Taiji raised the family baguette again, aimed at Zhang Shun and smashed it hard.

......

"Bang", "Bang", "Bang......

There was a muffled sound one after another, and the uncle was smashed to the floor again and again, the blood had stained all his clothes red, and the flesh and blood on his back were blurred. The uncle no longer had the strength to kneel, he lay on the ground panting, and his eyes began to drift.

"I'll ask you one last time, to pay or not to pay!"

"Junior...... Zhang Shun, unhidden...... The second son of Shen He!"

"It seems that you are looking for death today!" With that, Zhang Taiji once again raised the family baguette, this time, he aimed at Zhang Shun's head.

"Stop!" Suddenly, there was a childish shout from outside the door.

Zhang Taiji looked back and saw a four or five-year-old child standing at the door, wearing a shabby dress, but with a delicate hollow hairpin on his head, his very clever nose and delicate face were very similar to the child in the portrait of Zhang Er and himself last night, at this time he was staring at himself, his body that had not yet grown up trembled slightly with anger, and his eyes were full of endless hatred.

"Didn't you say that you didn't hide Shen He's second son? Who is this Shen He?" Zhang Taiji said coldly.

The uncle had no strength to speak at this time, he tried to open his mouth, but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his appearance was very miserable.

Shen He's eyes were already red, tears couldn't stop rolling, when the uncle shouted for the first time, "The second son of Shen He is not hidden", Shen He felt that something was going to happen, but when he went to open the door, he found that the door was locked at some point. He secretly screamed in his heart, and hurriedly called the maid to help knock open the door, but how could the little two people collide open? Just when they were distressed, the door was suddenly opened, and the eldest lady suddenly pushed the door open, knelt on the ground, and couldn't stop crying: "Xiaohe, go and see your uncle......