Xie Yixiang saw that when Yizi and Yan Sidao entered the door, they both recited a new couplet according to the couplet hanging at the door, "The sky is a chessboard and the stars are the sons, who can play the pipa road as a string, which one dares to play?", and they each recited a new couplet, and I don't know if it is the entry rules set by Mr. Qingtian, and I can't help but feel terrified. She was not good at reciting poetry, so she had to be cheeky, cross the threshold with her head down, and walk quickly to the ancestral hall. Fortunately, the girl didn't stop her, but just smiled slightly and said, "The little girl greets Miss Xie San for the teacher." ”

Xie Yixiang saw that the girl called out the identities and names of the three of her one after another, but she didn't know anything about the "teacher" she mentioned, and she still didn't dare to confirm whether it was Mr. Qingtian, or the descendant and descendant of Mr. Qingtian. So when she heard the other party's words, she didn't know how to deal with it, and she was afraid that the girl would also ask her to recite a new couplet, so she had to vaguely say something, nodded casually, and walked quickly to the ancestral hall.

I saw that behind the door is a larger patio, very simple and tidy, there are four symmetrical side halls on both sides, and the front hall is located on the opposite side, and it is really the layout of the ancestral hall in the ordinary countryside, and De Yizi and Yan Sidao have entered the hall one after another at this time. Xie Yixiang walked through the patio and stepped into the hall all the way, and then heard a "squeak" sound, but the welcoming girl behind her had closed the door of the ancestral hall again, which suddenly made her feel an inexplicable panic.

When he entered the hall, Xie Yixiang found that there were many people present. On the right side are six bamboo chairs made of green bamboo, on which six men and women sit in turn, although they are of different ages and have different appearances, they are all ordinary villagers in the prison village. On the left side of the hall, there are also bamboo chairs of the same specification, but there are only three. Now Yan Sidao has the cheekiness to sit down on the first bamboo chair, directly occupying the lead, and shaking the white feather fan in his hand leisurely, while De Yizi is willing to sit at the last bamboo chair on the left, his eyes are half open and half closed, obviously recuperating.

In this way, the two guys only left one of the bamboo chairs for Xie Yixiang. Although she didn't want to sit next to Yan Sidao, but at this scene, she could only endure the unhappiness in her heart, frowning and sitting on the bamboo chair in the middle, and was sandwiched between the left and right Yan Sidao and Dezi. After the three of them sat down, the girl who greeted the guests before followed into the hall, brought three cups of tea for the three of them, placed them on several tables next to the bamboo chairs in turn, and then bowed down and retreated, all the way out.

Xie Yixiang didn't dare to be careless, and couldn't help but secretly look at the hall in front of him, only to find that in the entire hall except for the bamboo chairs on both sides and a few cases, there were almost no other furnishings, only in the middle of the hall hung a green landscape painting, which painted a large area of mountains, and sketched a pale cyan man's back at the foot of the mountains. In addition, there is not a single word on the whole painting, let alone a seal, I don't know who wrote it.

She then looked at the six men and women on the right chief seat opposite, and looked at their costumes, from left to right, an elderly woman, a young scholar, a bearded butcher, an embroidery woman, a farmer in the field, and a medicine boy. At this time, these six people were napping, or reading, or playing with knives, or embroidering, or tickling, or in a daze, and none of them paid attention to the three of them on the left chief seat opposite them, and they didn't know why they appeared here. Except for these six men and women, there were no other figures in the hall, and it could be seen that the people who were responsible for receiving themselves here were naturally the six people in the seats opposite.

Understanding this situation, Xie Yixiang secretly glanced at Yan Sidao and De Yizi on the left and right to see what the two of them planned. The two fellows were equally silent: one shook the folding fan and laughed silently, and the other lowered his eyes and closed his eyes with disdain. obviously wants to wait and see what tricks the other party is going to play.

In this way, although there were a total of nine people present in the hall, it was silent and silent, and the scene was very embarrassing. In the end, Xie Yixiang couldn't hold back first, after all, he was a guest from afar, and after careful calculation, he was still the niece of Mr. Qingtian.

At that moment, Xie Yixiang straightened up, saluted the six men and women on the opposite seat one by one, and said respectfully: "The junior Xie Yixiang is the daughter of the late General Xie Fengxuan Xie, and she was fortunate to listen to Mr. Qingtian's teachings when she was a child, and she never dared to forget it for the rest of her life. I only hated seven years ago that Mr. Qingtian died suddenly, and the younger generation was in Jinling, unable to come to the memorial in person, because he had always been ashamed and deeply regretted. This time, the younger generation helped Ning Yi Taishou to resist the besieging rebels, fighting to the death, defending the family and defending the country, but who knew that he suddenly received a seal in the name of Mr. Qingtian, so he had to put down his mundane affairs and rushed here with this son of the Taoist and the starry night. ”

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but glared at Yan Sidao next to her, and continued to the six men and women opposite: "So dare to ask all the teachers here, is Mr. Qingtian really still alive? You summoned me in the name of Mr. Qingtian to wait here, I don't know what to teach? Please forgive the younger generation for daring to guess, just imagine that Mr. Qingtian resigned from the previous dynasty in the past, but he was invited to Jinling with a cloth cloth, and then turned the tide, helped this dynasty to drive out the Tartars, and returned the Han rivers and mountains, which is enough to achieve eternal achievements in one fell swoop, which is enough to shine through the ages. As if there are changes and rebellions are rampant today, whether Mr. Qingtian himself is still alive, or Mr. Qingtian's descendants and descendants are still alive, he will naturally not stand idly by. Therefore, is it possible that you are going to do the right thing for heaven, kill the thief in person, and eradicate the culprit who is causing chaos in the world?"

After saying this big talk, Xie Yixiang himself was relieved first. It stands to reason that she has been in Jinling City for many years, and she has long been accustomed to the official tone in the court. But along the way, not only did she experience the complex and terrifying formation in the woods outside, but also witnessed Bi Yixiao, who hanged herself, and Mr. Qingtian, who was very likely to be a fairy-like existence behind the scenes, she was inevitably a little panicked and uneasy, which is commonly known as "panic". So at this moment, he was able to tell the whole sentence from beginning to end, and he could be regarded as holding up the scene, and he did not embarrass the Xie family.

You must know that Xie Yixiang's words were clearly aimed at Yan Sidao, but Yan Sidao just smiled, and continued to gently shake the white feather fan in his hand, not caring at all. Xie Yixiang heard that he didn't answer, and almost got angry again, but he heard the elderly woman sitting opposite the chief suddenly coughed lightly, slowly opened her eyes, and then said to Xie Yixiang in a deep voice: "The old man has been hiding from the world for many years, but there is a dead corpse in the mountain, how dare he pretend to be 'still alive'? Please also ask the niece of the Xie family to sit down quickly, no need to be polite. ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Xie Yixiang, but even Yan Sidao and De Yizi were slightly stunned, and at the same time turned their eyes to the elderly woman who spoke. You must know that just based on the other party's words, although he did not directly reveal his identity, listening to his tone, it is clear that he is calling himself "Mr. Qingtian".

But looking at the appearance of this elderly woman, with gray hair and a rickety back, she is obviously just a kind mother-in-law who is common in a peasant family, and she is also a woman, how can she be Mr. Qingtian, the 'sincere uncle' who was wise in the world and single-handedly created the foundation of this dynasty in the past?

At the same time, the young scholar on the second bamboo chair on the right put down the scroll in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Xie Yixiang opposite, and took over the conversation and said: "Life has been decades, and visiting the old is half a ghost. The old decay has this corpse, I thought that at least Brother Xie could collect the corpse for the old decay, but I didn't want Brother Xie to drive the crane west one step ahead of me, I couldn't help but sigh and tears filled my clothes. Fortunately, Brother Xie has a daughter, and the Xie family can be regarded as a successor, presumably Brother Xie is under Jiuquan, and he should rest in peace. ”