Zhongzhou, Pinghu Mountain.

There is a wonderful feng shui treasure not far behind the mountain, where the Tibetan wind and water, the mountains and rivers meet, and the Ming Hall is open.

According to Mr. Feng Shui, if people are buried here, they will surely bless their children and grandchildren, and the family business will prosper.

There is indeed a grave here.

This tomb belongs to the big family that has flourished here for a hundred years, the Xiahou family!

This day, evening.

The red glow is all over the sky, the clouds are rising, and the breeze is sweeping the fallen leaves, which also makes the bleakness of this place more and more obvious.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the tomb.

The man was tall and slender, standing in place like a pine, like a mountain independent.

The waist-length long hair is scattered behind the back, and the hair strands are exquisite, obviously as black as ink, but reflecting a little golden light in the afterglow of the sunset, which is extremely strange.

This person is Sun Heng from afar.

In front of him was Xiahou Sheng's tomb.

This tomb was not erected by Sun Heng, but it has been there for a long time, and the number of years is even more than a Jiazi.

But before, there were no bodies in this tomb.

Xiahou Sheng seemed to have caused some trouble back then, and was chased and killed, although he was resurrected from the dead with the help of the black coffin, but in order not to harm his family, he did not tell others.

Later, he took revenge, and decades had already passed, during which things were wrong, and he did not identify himself to the Xiahou family again.

This empty tomb was not put into the body by Sun Heng until a few years ago.

"......"

The paper fluttered in the wind, but it could not escape the fate of being burned out, and the green smoke wafted out, attracting the attention of the grave keeper in the distance.

"Who's there?"

The shouting voice was green, and it seemed to tremble.

The sound of footsteps sounded immediately afterward, and the shouts continued: "This is the ancestral tomb of our Xiahou family, let me tell you, don't make trouble here! Otherwise, there will be no good fruit for you to eat!"

"Are you from the Xiahou family?"

The dark paper in Sun Heng's hand spontaneously combusted without fire, and although he didn't look back, the voice floated into the young man's ears very clearly.

"Of course!"

As if he knew that there was a living person in the grave, the young man was bold and said: "My name is Xiahou Chun, and my grandfather is the current head of the Xiahou family." ”

Sun Heng chuckled: "Your grandfather is the head of the family, but you came here to guard the ancestral tomb, it seems that you have made a lot of mistakes?"

"That's what they framed me!"

The young man shouted angrily, and even tears welled up in his eyes: "I didn't do it, but they said it was me!"

"Really?"

Sun Heng was noncommittal.

The young man held a stick in his hand and pointed at Sun Heng with an angry face: "You don't believe me either?"

Sun Heng turned around, glanced at him, and said, "I believe it." ”

The young man named Xiahou Chun in front of him was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he should be thirteen or fourteen years old.

He has a strong foundation in martial arts, but he doesn't know how to hide his emotions at all, and his scattered consciousness is full of grievances and unwillingness.

With the power of Sun Heng's powerful divine soul, he could distinguish the truth from what he said.

"Really?"

Hearing this, Xiahou Chun was stunned.

In a family, one of his closest cousins chose to believe him, and even his parents were not on his side.

I can't imagine that an outsider would believe in himself.

"Thank you!"

He thanked him sincerely, and put down the stick he had raised in his hand, but his eyes blinked, and he came back to his senses, and shouted angrily at Sun Heng with a flushed face: "Don't want to bully me for being young and ignorant!

Sun Heng shook his head with a funny face: "You don't have to be so nervous, I'm here to visit my old friend." ”

"Old friends?"

Xiahou Chun was stunned for a moment, and also saw the ashes of the burning paper behind Sun Heng, but his eyes swept over the words on the tombstone, but he was puzzled.

"My grandfather has been dead for so many years, will you be his old friend?"

"Can't you?"

Sun Heng stepped forward and said, "I got something left by him, come to pay tribute, is there a problem?"

"Humph!"

As if to see that Sun Heng had no malicious intent, Xiahou Chun snorted coldly, put down the stick in his hand, and said: "Let me tell you, this is our family's forbidden place, and if outsiders want to come, they must at least need the consent of my uncle." ”

"I see. ”

Sun Heng nodded: "It's my rudeness!"

"Forget it!"

Xiahou Chun waved his hand and said with a generous face: "I don't think you look like a bad person, the so-called ignorant is not guilty, forget it this time, but next time you can remember some rules." ”

"Of course. ”

Sun Heng nodded, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly stopped and looked at Xiahou Chun: "Little brother, are you familiar with the capital?"

"Cooked!"

Xiahou Chun nodded and said, "I spent several years in the capital when I was a child, and I have been there often over the years. ”

"That's it!"

Sun Heng looked at Xiahou Chun, pondered for a moment, and said, "Little brother, I have something to go to the capital, but I am not familiar with the way, can you help me guide the way?"

"Lead the way?"

Wen Xiahou Chun waved his hand again and again: "No, no! I still have to guard the ancestral tomb here, and I can't leave." ”

"You also said that you were wronged. ”

Sun Heng spoke: "Since you are wronged, why do you have to be willing to be punished? It's better to follow me and scatter your heart." ”

His voice was soft, but he seemed to be extremely convincing, and when Xiahou Chun heard this, his eyes immediately looked struggling.

"Yes...... But if I leave, won't Grandpa and they be even more angry?"

"Then you're willing to do it?"

Sun Heng said: "Think about those people who framed you, they are afraid that they just want you to stay here, so that they can be happy." ”

"They ......"

Xiahou Chun was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed: "That's right, I just can't let them succeed!"

He nodded heavily and looked at Sun Heng: "I can guide you to Beijing, but I don't have any money." ”

"Since you are allowed to lead the way, I will naturally pay for the cost along the way. ”

Sun Heng chuckled lightly and continued to move forward: "Moreover, I should still pay you." ”

"Remuneration?"

Xiahou Chun waved his hand with an atmospheric face, and said: "This is not necessary, since you came here to pay tribute to the ancestors of my family, you are a friend of our Xiahou family, how can you ask for money for this little thing?"

"Worthy of the grandson of the head of the family, atmospheric!"

Sun Heng smiled lightly and praised: "That's it, I also know some martial arts, why don't I teach you a few hands?"

In this way, it can be regarded as a gift to thank Xiahou Sheng. ”

"Do you know martial arts?"

Xiahou Chun glanced at Sun Heng in a little surprise, shook his head and said, "I didn't see it!"

Sun Heng's appearance is mediocre, his breath is not obvious, and he walks like an ordinary person, at most he has a bearing that is very different from others.

Not to mention Xiahou Chun, even if the head of the Xiahou family came, I am afraid that he would not think that he was proficient in martial arts.

Sun Heng looked modest: "I understand a little, I understand a little!"

"That's fine!"

Xiahou Chun raised his head and said, "However, my family's mixed yuan heart trick and mountain moving stick are famous far and wide, and I may not be able to take a fancy to your kung fu." ”

"Hehe......"

Sun Heng shook his head and said, "The so-called stones of other mountains can attack jade." Even if you don't like my kung fu, you can also use it as a reference for practicing your own martial arts. ”

Xiahou Chun paused, nodded and said, "This sentence is reasonable." ”

He spoke to Sun Heng again: "I see that you are not young, so let's call you uncle! Uncle, if you want to go to the capital, you need to find a carriage first, otherwise you just walk over, but you can't." ”

"Naturally!"

Sun Heng nodded, stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance: "When I came, I saw a small town over there, and I want to come to rent and sell carriages in it, let's go to the town first." ”

"That's fine. ”

Xiahou Chun said: "By the way, uncle, where are you going to the capital?"

"Red Garden. ”

"Ahh

Hearing this, Xiahou Chun's little face immediately turned red: "Where is the uncle going?"

"What's wrong?"

Sun Heng looked at Xiahou Chun with a funny expression: "Is there any problem?

"How so?"

Xiahou Chun stiffened his neck and said, "What don't I dare." ”

"Alright, let's go. ”