Tang walked back and forth in the hall in a daze.

He observed the state of the crowd in confusion and vigilance.

"What are you doing? Why don't you move? ”

Tang Xiao waited for a few seconds and no one responded to him, he took the lead to go to Mu Junwu's side, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Hey! ”

Mu Junwu didn't react, only a face with hidden anger.

Tang Lin blinked, went to Yu'er's side again, and just wanted to ask, he saw Yu'er's face full of anger, but she was teary-eyed again.

Tang Xiao was stunned, and took a few steps back to Tang Xiao's side.

"Tang Xiao, you ...... Can you hear me? ”

Tang Xiao still didn't react.

Tang Silent was puzzled and uneasy, and couldn't help but wonder what was going on, his eyes suddenly swept to the mottled and very peeling mural on the wall, and his heart fluttered, and he stepped forward.

In this mutilated fresco, a man stands on a high platform, holding aloft an ivory-like object while he wears a ring on his head, and behind him there are countless lines representing the sun's rays, densely painted.

Tang Lin frowned, he remembered the strange characters he saw in the inner corridor, as well as those relief eagle heads, fish tails, and human faces......

Tang Lin pressed his temples with both hands, and at this moment, the formation words on the dome of the previous level also appeared in his mind one by one, and suddenly, a person's voice recalled in his ears.

"Gao Xue out of Shu Mountain, how blank is the founding of the country! God refers to the great cause, and the cypress is ...... behind the silkworm bush"

He remembered his childhood.

His father, Du Qigong, stood in front of the window of the small and dilapidated room, looked at the sun setting outside, and chanted: "...... The royal capital of the Yu clan broke the wilderness and expanded the national foundation. Looking at the emperor's grandson, the cuckoo changes the world ......"

In the room, the light was dim and there were no candles.

He crouched on the ground, his hands on the stool and followed his father's recitation, using his fingers as a pen to write one strange character after another.

On the other side of the stool sat his younger brother Ah Wang, silently watching him write, while two infant children were sleeping soundly on the bed next to him.

Du Qigong turned his head to look at him: "What's behind?" ”

"The sun is enlightened, and the south bank is sacrificed for generations. Ivory Town River Monster, Yuzhang takes the fate. One glance is thousands, and the eyes are deep. Pray for our society, and the sun wheel crown will be passed down from generation to generation. ”

Du Qigong nodded with satisfaction: "Lonely, you have to remember these eight sentences!" Don't forget it anyway! ”

"Dad, you always make me remember these eight sentences, and you always ask me to write some strange words, but why should I remember them? That's not how it's written now! ”

Du Qigong stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "Child, we can't forget our ancestors!" ”

"Forget the ancestors......" The younger brother Ah Wang suddenly opened his mouth to learn a sentence, his father's face suddenly became ugly, he raised his hand and gave Ah Wang a slap, and Ah Wang fell to the ground and cried!

"What I'm saying is not to be forgotten!" Du Qigong roared excitedly: "We are the descendants of Shushan, and we have the blood of the royal family flowing in our bodies!" ”

His voice was so loud that it woke up the two babies too, and they cried together, but the father didn't coax the child at all, and was still shouting excitedly: "Even if Shu is gone, we can't forget our pride, our ......."

There was a "bang" and the door was pushed open.

The mother Lu Shi, who rushed into the door, glanced at her father, who seemed to be stunned, glared hatefully, and turned her head to look at him: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you help your second brother up quickly!" ”

Lu hurriedly went to coax a pair of babies on the bed.

He hurried to pick up his younger brother, Ah Wang.

In the cry, the father did not have any remorse for help, but was still immersed in his spiritual world: "I am the royal family of Shushan, my children are the royal family of Shushan, they must remember their identity from generation to generation, they must know the pride of the Shushan clan, remember the inheritance of the Shushan clan, and ......"

A pillow fell on his father's body, and his mother yelled angrily: "Is your royal family useful? The Shu Kingdom in your mouth was gone thousands of years ago! Now you and I are nothing but slaves! ”

The father's excitement turned to decadence in an instant, he shrunk his shoulders, held his head, and his whole body began to curl up: "I'm useless...... I became a slave, but I don't want my children to forget their ancestors and be slaves for the rest of their lives! ”

He was already in tears.

"You don't want to? Do you have what it takes to change? You're going to make us a royal family, aren't you? ”

"I ...... I ......"

"Shan'er will be taken away by the master's family tomorrow, if you don't let him be a slave with peace of mind, then what will our family rely on to live?"

His father buried his head in his knees, not even daring to look at him.

"Lonely, forget about your father's mess!" His mother squatted in front of him and looked at him: "You don't have a royal order, and you are not a descendant of the royal family!" You are a slave, do your duty with peace of mind, you can be safe, and our family will be safe! ”

"I see, mother." He replied, the wrinkles on his mother's face digging deep into the ravine.

"Don't think about it! It will not only ruin you, but also your parents and your younger siblings! "Mother's melancholy is strong and outward.

He glanced at Ah Wang, who was sobbing, at the two babies who were still sobbing on the bed, and nodded: "I know, I will make an An'an for my father and mother and my younger brothers and sisters...... Slave. ”

The last two words he said were very light and light, but these two words were so heavy that his whole body was pressed by a huge mountain!

At that moment, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his thin body, the lonely and slender body was trying to stand straight, and the father who was squatting under the window, hidden in the shadows, lifted his dark and defeated face, only decadent.

……

Tang Lin stood in front of the mural, reaching out to touch the mottled mural on the wall with tears in his eyes.

Childhood memories are something he doesn't want to touch.

Every day he lives, he is trying to be a slave to protect his family.

Tears rolled down his cheeks when his fingers touched the man wearing the crown in the sun's rays.

Father didn't lie to him.

There really has to be Shu, and there really have those words he learned left here......

Royalty? You're royal, aren't you?

The man in the painting stands in the sun, wearing a crown on his head, silently telling him of the existence and glory of the past.

Tang Lin wiped a handful of tears and walked along the wall, and pictures appeared in front of his eyes.

Even though it was mottled, he vaguely saw a lot of it:

The first is a man wearing a crown and in the sun, holding ivory on a high platform on the riverbank, and kneeling on the platform is full of prostrate people.

The second picture: a man wearing a crown and being in the sun, pointing to the sky and a person with one finger on his head, this one head is painted with one eye, and he bows to the man in the crown.

The third picture: a man with eyes on his head, standing on a high platform with a golden scepter in his hand.

Seeing this, Tang Lonely paused, his face changed greatly, and he stared at the mural in dismay.

Isn't this what the master of the door looks like when he is sacrificing? Eyes, golden rods, are they ......

Tang Lin immediately stepped forward.

Fourth: The man with the eyes on his head sits on a high platform, and five people are drawn under the stage: one is armed with a bow and arrows; one holding a torch; A black cloud floats over a man's head; One is hunched and has a knife in his hand; One holds a fishing net in his hand.

Tang Lin took two steps back in horror, and his face turned from red to white several times:

This...... Isn't this the Tang Gate?

Could it be ...... Tang Sect was created by my ancestors?