Unlike Old Ghost Qin, Zhang Shan, a lonely ghost, still has many lives waiting for him to claim it.

Zhangjia Ancient Building is located in Nanshan, with the blue sky above the head, stepping on the three mountains and five mountains, no matter which feng shui master comes here to take a look, you will feel that there is no better feng shui in this world than this place.

This place was indeed very glorious in the past, and the heavenly masters in the world all yearned for it.

Some people even changed their names and surnames, just to go to Zhangjia Gulou to practice.

But now, a few people still remember this place!

Who still covets this treasure of feng shui?

Maserati stopped at the foot of the mountain, this place can now be described as a poor mountain and bad water, afraid of the people, so Li Xi asked Wang Wu to stay at the foot of the mountain to watch the car.

I thought that Nanshan had been inaccessible for many years, and I was afraid that there would be no road, so before coming, Zhang Shan also deliberately brought a sickle to open the road, but surprisingly, the road up the mountain was still very clear, and the weeds on the side of the road also had traces of being cleaned up.

Zhang Shan stopped and wondered: "Didn't you say that this place is eerie and terrifying, and no one cares about it?" ”

Li Xian said embarrassedly: "The rumors are like this, I haven't been here either, it seems that the rumors are rumors after all, let's go, and we can save ourselves from slowly opening the way to climb the mountain." ”

Climb all the way up.

The mountain roads are rugged, but the scenery is also pleasant.

Zhang Shan looked around, it was really a rare treasure in the world.

But so what, isn't it a broken family?

Although Zhang Shan grew up with Wang Banxian since he was a child, he didn't know anything about the Zhang family before he was twenty-four years old, but after all, his home, walking on the road, even the wind felt gentle, where was half eerie and terrifying.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, next to a dark ruin, Zhang Shan caught a glimpse of a wooden house, and said with some expectation: "It seems to be inhabited." ”

Li Xian was puzzled: "Could it be that besides you, there are descendants of the Zhang family alive?" ”

Zhang Shan couldn't wait to walk to the wooden house, knocked on the unlocked door, but no one responded, and he didn't notice the breath, so he pushed the door and entered.

There are beds, tables and stools, and folk earthen stoves in the wooden house, and there are traces of human life everywhere, and there are leftovers on the table.

The ancient building of the Zhang family has been destroyed for many years, and if someone lives here, it must have something to do with the Zhang family.

This trace of fireworks made Zhang Shan's heart extremely excited.

"Who told you to come?"

This voice came so abruptly that even Zhang Shan's cultivation was not noticed.

When they looked back, an old man with a broom in his hand was glaring at them.

"Old man, do you live here?" Zhang Shan said softly.

"What does it have to do with you, hurry up." The old man didn't have a good airway.

"Old man, although we took the liberty to enter your house, it was our fault, but you are not in such a hurry to rush people." Li Shi said loudly.

As a result, the old man didn't say much, and just swept a broom to Li Shi.

The wind rose flat.

Li Xi didn't have time to make the slightest reaction before he was swept away seven or eight meters.

"Wow, master!" Li Xian was shocked.

Zhang Shan was also surprised, such a skill, he was definitely a rare master in the martial arts.

But why did he live in seclusion?

Zhang Shan said softly: "Don't be angry, seniors, we're just here to worship the deceased." ”

The old man glanced at them, for their age, any of the heroic spirits on this mountain were older than them, so how could they say that?

The old man made a broom, "If you don't leave, I'm really welcome." ”

Zhang Shan hurriedly said, "My surname is Zhang." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, this surname softened his tone, and he asked carefully, "Which Zhang?" ”

Zhang Shan said: "Bow Chang Zhang." ”

The old man couldn't help but think of the time when he was sweeping the tomb just now, and he felt that the sky was very good today, and there was no appearance of the cloudy wind and angry howl in the past, could this be a hint?

He suddenly looked stunned, "Are you a descendant of the Zhang family?" ”

Zhang Shan didn't rush to admit it, he was still not sure whether this person was the Zhang family or the people left by the black hand who destroyed the Zhang family's ancient building.

Zhang Shan asked rhetorically, "Who are you?" ”

The old man probably saw that the young man was hiding something in his heart, but in his eyes, this young man was quite upright and was definitely not a traitor, otherwise he would not have driven them down the mountain just now, but directly let them stay and be buried.

Moreover, this mountain has been gloomy over the years, but today is exceptionally clear, which may be related to the spirit of the Zhang family.

But this was just his speculation, and he would never allow anyone to tarnish the Zhang family's heroic spirit.

After a moment of contemplation, the old man said, "Come with me." ”

Zhang Shan nodded slightly.

Li Shi was also about to follow, but he was kicked hard by the old man, even if he was practicing killing techniques, he felt that this murderous aura was too powerful, so he had to smile embarrassedly, "Zhang Shan, I'm tired, you go by yourself, I'll wait for you here." ”

Zhang Shan smiled and nodded.

While following the old man slowly, Zhang Shan was also silently observing him.

Although the old man's temples were white and wrinkled, even the flesh on his hands and feet had shrunk a lot, exposing the green tendons.

But he walked on the mountain road as if he were walking on the ground.

Although people are late, they can be especially energetic, and they look like masters.

The old man seemed to notice that Zhang Shan was figuring out himself, and secretly glanced at him, without saying anything.

Because it is useless to talk more, the worst thing is that there is one more person in this mountain to accompany the burial.

In the past few years, have there been fewer deaths?

But he prefers that this time he doesn't have to do it himself.

The place where the old man took Zhang Shan was a cemetery, and the tomb was not very old, and it should have been built in recent years.

Zhang Shan's gaze swept over the tombstones.

Most of the tombstones have no inscription, only the largest tombstone in the very center has a line of words.

Engong - the tomb of Zhang Miao and his wife!

The identity of the person who erected the monument speaks for itself.

Zhang Shan retracted his gaze and looked at the old man, "You erected these tombstones?" The old man nodded.

Zhang Shan bowed and said, "Thank you." ”

The old man said slowly: "I promised the father, after the revenge was avenged, I came back to guard the door for the Zhang family, now that the Zhang family is gone, I will spend the rest of my life sweeping the tomb of the Zhang family, these are all deserved, you don't have to thank me." ”

Zhang Shan said persistently: "I still want to thank you." ”

The old man smiled with relief, "Then in what capacity do you thank me?" ”

How could the person who could erect a monument to the wandering soul of the mountain be the enemy of the Zhang family, so Zhang Shan no longer concealed it, and said bluntly: "The descendants of the Zhang family." ”

The old man asked carefully, "Which generation?" ”

Zhang Shan shook his head and said, "I grew up with my master since I was a child, and I don't know much about the Zhang family. ”

The old man asked, "Who is your master?" ”

Zhang Shan thought about it, but still said bluntly, "Wang Banxian." ”

The old man was slightly startled, and asked again: "You had a serious illness when you were a child?" ”

Zhang Shan nodded solemnly.

The old man suddenly laughed, and then shouted excitedly like crazy, "Engong, have you seen it?" Your descendants are alive. ”

Zhang Shan was confused, "Senior, who are you?" ”

The old man quickly calmed down, pulled in front of the famous tombstone in Zhangshan Road, and recalled: "When Engong taught me the exercises, your mother was pregnant with you, and Wang Banxian happened to be a guest in Zhangjia Gulou at that time. Soon after Wang Banxian left, I also practiced in seclusion, and when I came back ten years ago, I learned that the Zhangjia Ancient Building had been burned. ”

"You are not only a disciple of Wang Banxian, but also a serious illness, and a descendant of the Zhang family, so you are naturally the son of Engong."

Zhang Shan was surprised, looked at the tombstone and said, "You mean that the people in the tomb are my parents?" ”

The old man nodded and said, "** Not far from ten, you can ask Wang Banxian to know." ”

Zhang's ancient building turned into a ball of ashes, Zhang Shan never thought that he would see anything related to his parents and relatives, so he never asked Wang Banxian about his life experience, at this moment I heard the old man mention all kinds of things back then, and his heart was also very excited, and he quickly took out his mobile phone to call Wang Banxian.

Unfortunately, the mountains are deserted, and there is not even a signal.

Zhang Shan had no choice but to rush down the mountain and call Wang Banxian.

On the phone, Wang Banxian told him that his father's name was indeed Zhou Miao, and also said that Zhou Miao and Li Yu were like fish in water.

Zhang Shan finished the phone call and jumped up the mountain again.

Puff ......

In front of the tombstone, Zhang Shan knelt on his knees.

When I was a child, I always envied others for having parents, but I only had a master.

He said that he didn't care, but in fact, he cared very much in his heart.

What child in the world doesn't crave the love of his parents?

Zhang Shan whispered: "If you are still here, you will definitely hurt me too!" ”

"Dad! Mother! ”

These two words are very unfamiliar to Zhang Shan, but they have also been buried in his heart for more than 20 years.

When it hits the sun, it thrives.

"I'm home."

There was not a single tear on Zhang Shan's cheeks, only a smile, a smile brought by home and warmth.

A soft wind suddenly blew around the cemetery.

The autumn breeze enters my arms.

It's like a mother's warm embrace, or like a father's hand caressing a child's cheek.