After Song Han and the three of them entered the house, they saluted the three old men together, and Song Changsi asked the three of them about the situation in the past few days and said that it was very good.

Seeing that the three little guys were really good, the old man smiled and said that he wanted to tell them about history. Taking a puff of his pipe and spitting out a smoke ring comfortably, Song Changsi spoke slowly:

"If you want to talk about our Song family, we all know that it has been inherited for more than 1,000 years, in fact, our family has been inherited from the Western Han Dynasty to the present, more than 2,000 years, our first generation of ancestors are really Taoist, and his old man has soared to the upper realm more than 1,000 years ago."

After speaking, the old man looked at the three little guys with a proud face, and Song Han and the three of them looked confused, "What's the situation?

Regardless of the shock of the three people, the eldest grandfather Song Changsi took another cigarette and continued: "Our Song family also has a story, a generation of ancestors brought out three sons, but after the ancestor soared, the three families developed by the three disciples finally turned against each other for some reasons, and now the hatred has become deeper and deeper over thousands of years" said the grandfather with a look of regret.

"To say that one of the three sons of the ancestor is his son, which is our family, the other is the current Sichuan Motianling martial family, and the remaining one is the current Ming family in Fengyang," After explaining the relationship, the old man continued: "Of course, after being passed down from generation to generation, the kung fu of our three families is also inferior to one generation after another. Now and the aura of the earth is gone, so basically don't expect to cultivate the truth, people who can practice kung fu to the point of transcending the innate are very rare in this world."

"What about the cultivation that was good, why did the style turn back?" the three of them were messy in the wind again.

Seeing that the little brother's enthusiasm subsided again, the old man coughed and continued embarrassedly: "However, as long as you work hard, there is still hope, I think it was three hundred years ago, there was a talented ancestor in our family, and she basically broke through the innate and reached the realm of entering the Tao with martial arts."

"That's okay," there was a sigh of sighing, and the three of them rekindled some hope.

"But the method of Jing Xiang Ancestor, the final proof proved that although it worked, we couldn't do it," the old man said with a sigh.

Hearing this, even the good-tempered Song Han was on fire in his chest, thinking that if your old man wasn't for his grandfather, if he really wanted to go up and kick a few times, what else would you say? I didn't plan to cultivate the Tao, I just wanted to practice a few kung fu skills to be able to defend myself.

The old man didn't care about the expressions on his faces, and continued proudly: "These scary people at home can be regarded as a clear explanation to you, you remember the secret of our inner disciples, don't talk nonsense to the family after you go back, lest they be scared after hearing it."

I don't know if they are scared or not, anyway, I am scared, this time the kung fu is either true cultivation or can't be cultivated, and there is a way to cultivate the truth, and we can't do it, can we cultivate the truth, can we cultivate the truth, Song Han and the three of them all muttered in their hearts.

The second grandfather, Song Changhai, wore crystal sunglasses, lowered his head and said with a smile: "Okay, since you have all passed the big exam and learned about the history of your family, then go to the ancestral hall with us first to worship the ancestors, which is considered an introduction." Then follow your third grandfather to the back mountain for a period of retreat to learn further family exercises. ”

Don't look at the second grandfather laughing at Maitreya, this is much more serious, at least everyone knows what to do, and no longer have to ride a roller coaster, and the mood goes up and down.

The next thing is simple, the three of them followed the three old men into the ancestral hall, and after setting up the incense case, they all respectfully went up and knelt three times and bowed nine times.

This time Song Changsi said that we used to have a sect called "Nature Gate", which means that everything is natural;

Song Han's thought in his heart was that to put it bluntly, his disciples could do whatever they wanted, and those who practiced or not just went with the flow. It's no wonder that thousands of years have been mixed up more and more to go back, not to mention soaring now, even an innate master can't be trained. Sure enough, it went with the flow.

After worshipping the old ancestor of the sect, Song Changsi was not ambiguous, and pulled everyone towards his house, saying that he had to give some prizes to the three little guys.

Hearing this, Song Han trembled with excitement, he knew that the words were coming, the second grandfather didn't talk nonsense a few days ago, the eldest grandfather should really have something good in his hands, and he must make a move for a while.

After Song Changsi finished speaking, he gave the three of them a prize, and he led everyone to the bedroom, the second master, and the third master also followed from a distance, so that he could look at the treasure of the eldest brother without being fine, and it was also beautiful to raise his eyes.

When the six of them entered the house, they saw the grandfather lift the long blanket that had been dragged to the ground, revealing a large black and red rosewood bed, and I don't know how he had been tinkering with it for a long time. The red plank turned into a large red wooden box and slowly slid out on its own.

After the big wooden box came out, it changed its position by itself, and there was a large copper lock hanging on it, and there were four beast heads of chickens, dogs, pigs, and monkeys above the locks.

Sure enough, Song Changsi took out a bunch of keys for a long time on his body, walked over and turned his back to a few people, and saw that he was blocking the password, and then he only heard a click The big wooden box was opened.

Everyone looked over hopefully, thinking that it was definitely a box of jewels. How do you know that when you get closer, you can see that it is all a box of all kinds of broken copper and iron neatly arranged.

Song Changsi smiled proudly and said, "Come on, come on, three little guys, each come and pick one, and the big one will come first." ”

Song Wan unceremoniously walked over and took a few brief glances in the box, and decisively picked up a simple sheathed long sword. Politely retreated to the grandfather.

After Song Yu went up, he found a small short knife with a black scabbard and a length of more than a foot in the box, and he also put it away happily.

Song Han took a few glances at the box, it was full of weapons, guns, swords, halberds or something, and there was no existence of the little gourd that the second grandfather said. Thinking that maybe the old man was confiscated inside, he looked up at the three old men, and saw that the expressions of the three of them were indifferent.

With a ruthless heart, Song Han stretched out his hand and pulled it in the box, and there was a loud sound, and a small yellow copper gourd rolled out of the upper right corner. To say small is really small, which is about the same size as a lighter.

Song Han was really a little skeptical about such a small gourd, if he took it, it would be really useful, but looking at the beautiful and delicate little gourd Song Han also loved it, only hesitated for a few seconds, Song Han grabbed the small gourd and held it in his hand, and carefully looked at a gossip Taiji diagram on the bottom of the gourd, a small hole was pierced on the mouth of the gourd, and a small silver ring fell on a small silver chain on it.