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**To the north of the Holy Capital is the Great Mountain Range of the God of War, which stretches for thousands of miles, and the majestic mountains and dense forests form a natural barrier, and in the course of thousands of years of history, the barbarians of the north have often bypassed the God of War Mountains to invade the Empire's Glow Plains from the Simon steppe, and have approached the walls of the Empire nine times. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, ** has never fallen because of this, thanks to the well-established defense facilities and extremely strong defense ability of the Holy Capital, even in the north with a natural barrier, there are still rock walls like the Great Wall on the high mountain ridges, connecting huge defensive stone forts and towers.

Stretching for dozens of kilometers, this bronze wall is like a giant with open arms, guarding the aristocratic manor villas at the foot of the mountain, this area is the most famous aristocratic settlement in the empire, and it is also the seat of many famous families.

The light carriages traveled quickly along the wide, paved bluestone pavement, where there were no shops and bustling crowds, and the neat boulevards seemed exceptionally quiet and serene, only the carriages and knights that galloped by broke the silence from time to time.

"How much time is left?" Han Fei poked his head out of the carriage and asked, "You haven't made a mistake again, have you?"

From the academy to now by carriage for more than an hour, but not to the destination, this is not only because the ** is too big, but the coachman is not very familiar with the road, in the middle of the wrong way, asked others to turn around.

The coachman wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and smiled, "Lord Samurai, this time it should be right, it's almost there!"

Han Fei nodded and didn't say anything more.

In fact, you can't blame the other party for taking the wrong road, like these coachmen who support their families by renting carriages, they should know the environment well, and they are not too remote and difficult to find places, just report a name.

It's just that the place where Han Fei is going is indeed quite remote and difficult to find, so even the coachman, who has extremely rich experience in recognizing the way, has taken the wrong way.

What he is going to is the ancestral hall of the Han clan!

It sounds a little incredible, the Han family belongs to the twelve wealthy families of the Donghua clan, and the history of inheritance can be traced back to two thousand years ago.

But it is true, the Han clan ancestral hall in the Minglan royal capital and the coachman in Sain may all know about it, but the Han clan ancestral hall in Shengjing is a completely different matter.

If you really want to talk about this reason, it is also a shameful past that Han does not want to be mentioned.

When the establishment of the Glow Empire was established as the capital of Shengjing, the twelve wealthy families of the Donghua clan had already laid a foundation in **, and the development and growth of the Han clan was also the beginning of Shengjing, which can be called the location of the sect.

But the wealthy families also have their own ups and downs, not to mention the grievances and entanglements between the Donghua and Taixi clans, the open and secret struggle between the twelve wealthy families has never stopped, thousands of years ago, some families have survived the wind and rain, and some families have suffered heavy losses and collapsed.

About three hundred years ago, the ** Han clan suffered an unprecedented major crisis, when the patriarch resolutely abandoned the foundation of Shengjing, split the elite strength of the clan and the wealth accumulated for thousands of years into three parts and withdrew from the empire, which led to today's Hanhai Han clan, Minglan Han clan, and Yinyue Han clan, which ensured that the Han clan could still be among the ranks of the twelve families.

Judging from today, the decision made at that time is undoubtedly the feat of a strong man breaking his wrist, and the Han clan's vast sky that has withdrawn from the ** big whirlpool has developed well, but for many Han clan people, it is a huge scar, so now most young clansmen don't even know that their ancestral origin is in the glow**.

However, the Shengjing Han clan did not completely die out because of this, there are still a group of clansmen who remain to stick to the clan and ancestral hall, although their strength is extremely weak, but it has been passed down for hundreds of years, but it has gradually been forgotten by the vast majority of people.

And the reason why Han Fei understood so clearly was because his mother was a member of the Shengjing Han clan.

When Han Fei was young, his mother had told him all kinds of stories about **, encouraging him to work hard and become an excellent warrior to step into the door of the Holy Martial Academy, and one day he would be able to revive the Shengjing Han clan.

Although the original Han Fei's soul has long since dissipated, and the current Han Fei is not a real Han family's disciple, the connection of the bloodline cannot be severed, and this memory is so vivid and profound, it makes his heart unable to completely calm down.

And now that he has entered the Holy Martial Academy, he can be regarded as fulfilling one of his mother's last wishes, as long as he worships the ancestral hall again, he will surely be able to comfort the departed soul.

The carriage finally stopped in front of the manor at the foot of a mountain, Han Fei got out of the carriage, told the coachman to wait, and walked straight to the door with the basket.

The manor is hidden in a wooded area, the surrounding walls have long been covered by large vines, many places have completely collapsed, and the grass-covered paths are potholed and unrepaired, revealing a bleak and desolate atmosphere.

The rusty carved metal gate was ajar, and there was not a single person guarding in sight, only the black stone tablet standing next to the gate, and the four big characters of "Han Clan Ancestral Hall" with four dragons flying and phoenixes dancing proved that Han Fei had not come to the wrong place.

It seemed that this ancestral hall had been abandoned for a long time, and there was no way to compare it with the luxurious and well-guarded ancestral halls of other families that Han Fei passed by.

From this ancestral hall, it can be seen that the once glorious Shengjing Han clan is in current situation, and Han Fei is doubting whether the current Shengjing Han clan still exists.

He pushed the door hard, and the heavy iron door was slowly pushed open with an unpleasant creak, and at this time, an old voice suddenly came from the side: "Who is it?"

Han Fei was somewhat taken aback, turned his head to look, and saw that more than ten meters away on the right, a white-haired old man in cloth was walking out of a wooden house, still holding a flower hoe in his hand.

The old man was tall, with dark and rough skin, and the wrinkles on his face were like deep ravines in a pond that had dried up for a long time, but his eyes had some sparkle, and his calloused hands could tell the usual hard work, and if he wore a big straw hat, he would be no different from the farmers in the fields.

He moved slowly and heavily, apparently just an ordinary person.

"This old man, are you guarding the ancestral hall?" Han Fei said, "I am a descendant of the Han family who came here to worship, and my name is Han Fei. ”

"Oh, Han Fei, you shouldn't be a disciple of the city, right?" The old man in cloth put down the flower hoe in his hand, walked over and asked with some curiosity, "Is it from outside?"

"Yes, I am from the Minglan Kingdom, and I just came to Shengjing a few days ago. Han Fei smiled.

"It turned out to be the Minglan Kingdom..."The old man sighed very much: "There have been no foreign children here for many years to come to worship, I'm afraid everyone has long forgotten the Han clan ancestral hall here, right?"

Han Fei diverted the topic and asked, "Old man, I don't know what to call you?"

Seeing that this old man should have been guarding the ancestral hall for many years, he must be a member of the Shengjing Han clan, and he can be regarded as Han Fei's elder.

"I've almost forgotten my name, everyone calls me Lao Yantou..."The old man in cloth smiled and said, "You young man is good, go, I'll take you to worship your ancestors." ”

The Han ancestral hall looks quite dilapidated from the outside, but the inside is surprisingly neat and clean, the verdant grass has been carefully trimmed, there is not a single fallen leaf on the stone-paved trail, and the flowers in the flower garden bloom, exuding bursts of fragrance.

On both sides of the trail, there are inscription stone tablets that record the glorious history of the Han family, although they have gone through vicissitudes but are quite well preserved, and the limestone pagoda dedicated to the ancestors of the family has long been emptied, but it has not been reduced to a habitat for birds and beasts.

In front of the Heroic Soul Tower, which represented the origin of the Han family, Han Fei opened the wooden box he was carrying, and with the help of Lao Yantou, he took out the sacrifices inside and placed them one by one.

In the end, he respectfully knelt down in front of the Heroic Soul Pagoda and performed the highest salute of the Donghua clan with three bows and nine bows.

When the last prostration was completed, Han Fei found that the restless soul in the depths of his heart had regained its calm, and his whole person became extremely relaxed as if he had suddenly unloaded a burden of ten thousand catties.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, making the sound of brushing the surrounding trees.

Completely without warning, Han Fei felt that his divine soul was detached from his body, fluttering straight into the air, and countless whispers sounded in his ears, as if the souls of those Han ancestors appeared to tell him something, and tried to listen but couldn't hear anything clearly.

A big rough hand gently pressed on his shoulder, Han Fei was startled, turned his head to look, and saw Lao Yantou looking at him with concern: "Child, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay..."Han Fei froze, shook his head and stood up, the situation just now was a little strange, as if his divine soul resonated with some kind of power in the ancestral hall, it felt incredible.

However, there were too many mysteries in this world, and it was impossible for Han Fei to investigate them one by one, so he quickly put them aside.

The ancestral hall had already finished worshipping, and Han Fei had also made a wish, and when he left, he took out a money bag and put it in Lao Yantou's hand: "Old man, this is just a little bit of my heart, I will often come to see you when I have time!"

Holding the heavy money bag, Lao Yantou was a little stunned, and watched Han Fei's back disappear outside the gate of the ancestral hall.

(To be continued)