Chapter 8 Ancestral Hall Tunnels (1)
He immediately told Mo Xiang about the matter, and Mo Xiang was also surprised, now is not the day of sacrifice, who will run to this ancestral hall?
She looked left and right, and took Fang Ling to the side of the ancestral hall to hide behind the big tree, and it didn't take long for her to see two people walking in the direction of the ancestral hall.
The older one was forty-five or sixteen years old, with a slender figure and a bit of literati temperament, and his eyes were narrow and long, like an eagle vulture.
The younger one was also in his twenties, wearing an azure brocade robe, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he followed the middle-aged man quickly.
As soon as she saw the two of them, Xiaoqing couldn't help but whisper: "Miss, aren't these the eldest master and the eldest young master......?
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And Xiaoqing's words made Fang Ling understand that the father and son were Mo Weiyong and his son Mo Hua.
As soon as Mo Weiyong walked into the ancestral hall, he saw the thousand-lock Xuanji box on the offering table at a glance, walked over quickly and hugged it, and said with a smile: "The unlocking master who spent a lot of money for my father this time is a well-known character, with his help, maybe you can unlock the secret of this ironwood box." ”
Mo Hua asked curiously, "Dad, what do you say is hidden in this box, could it be a treasure map?"
Mo Weiyong glared and said: "Of course it's a treasure map! Otherwise, do you think that the ancestor made such a troublesome thing in order to hide something? More than 300 years ago, it was the time of the fall of the Great Song Kingdom, at that time, the army was in chaos, whether it was a noble clan or a big official, it was a flight with a family, and what gold and silver treasures were scattered all over the streets, as long as they were bold, they could pick a bunch just by picking. ”
Mo Hua couldn't help rubbing his hands excitedly, and complained again: "This old ancestor is too cautious, wouldn't it be good to bury the treasure in the ground? ”
Mo Weiyong said with a smile: "The more cautious you are, the more you explain this treasure, and when you crack this box and get the treasure, you will definitely let Duan Muhao know how powerful it is to be a father." ”
As soon as he heard this name, Mo Hua snorted heavily and said, "That's it, what's so great about the head of the Duan family? It's just to let him say something in the ear of the assassin, and he actually asks for five thousand taels of silver, and he also wants a whole car of one grade of agarwood!"
As soon as he heard this, Mo Xiang's pretty face suddenly changed, and Fang Ling also understood it all of a sudden, no wonder Cheng Xian believed so much that Mo Chenggang would make a flying wooden kite, it turned out that Mo Weiyong spent a lot of money to make Duan Muhao, the head of the Duan family, secret, with the wealth of the Duan family, this sentence was indeed enough to make Cheng Xian believe.
Mo Weiyong waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to say any more, and said with a sneer: "Duan Muhao also knew my intentions, so he opened his mouth, but as long as the second brother is reprimanded by Lord Cheng, even if he is not punished for the crime of killing his head, he will be imprisoned by Duan, so that no matter how unhappy those old things in the clan are, the position of the head of the family will have to fall into the hands of the father." ”
Mo Hua said again: "But Dad, some of the core skills of our Mo family have been passed down from generation to generation, do you think it will be a trick? If the second uncle really knows how to trick and can make this flying wooden kite, then wouldn't we lose 5,000 taels of silver in vain!"