For Han Yi, the night was long.

From the beginning of dark, the old ladies of Hanjia Village began to eat the whole meal, and by the time people finished eating, it was already more than seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

By the time everything was cleaned up, it was already past nine o'clock.

The people of each family dispersed, and the quiet Hanjia Village was immersed in the fresh air that had just rained, except for a few dog barks.

Han Yi saw that several old people in the room each took a quilt and leaned on the kang to take a nap, and after a while, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell asleep.

Grandpa is very energetic, and Kung Fu is also a grandmaster, so it is not a problem to insist that my brother does not sleep for two or three days.

However, Han Yi still felt sorry for his grandfather's body, picked up a quilt and leaned in front of his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, you sleep, I am guarding here." ”

Grandpa looked at Han Yi, and then at the sword in Han Yi's hand, then nodded and said, "Then you can sleep a little less and look at your third grandfather." ”

Han Yi nodded, "Don't worry, grandpa." ”

Grandpa covered the quilt and lay down to sleep.

The kang in this room is very hot because of the fire cooking today, even if it rains outside today, the weather is gloomy and cold, but it has not been able to affect the indoor temperature in the slightest.

What's more, the weather is already hot, and a heavy rain can't change anything in the summer except to eliminate people's heat accidents.

In the second half of the night, Hanjia Village became lively, Han Yi could hear the sound of cars outside, and constantly drove into Hanjia Village from far and near, and finally lived in the village committee compound.

Han Baozheng is the second Hanjia Village person who did not close his eyes in addition to Han Yi, he was busy receiving the relatives of the third grandfather who rushed back late at night, these people all wanted to listen to the teachings of the third grandfather before the third grandfather closed his eyes, as for those immediate family members who failed to rush back before dawn, they were no longer within the consideration of the fifth grandfather and the village chief Han Baozheng.

The sound of cars continued until more than three o'clock, and the third ancestor was the eldest elder in Hanjia Village, and there were hundreds of direct disciples, not to mention those juniors in Hanjia Village who couldn't speak clearly, and he might not even be able to remember himself.

It's dawn.

A few of the old people in the house woke up. Grandpa also woke up.

The Third Patriarch still hasn't come to his senses.

The Third Patriarch seemed to be waiting for all his relatives to come back before he opened his eyes.

About seven o'clock, the third grandfather woke up, as soon as the old man woke up, the room was immediately full of people, but as long as the fifth grandfather and the village chief Bao Zheng uncle, one left and one right approached next to the third grandfather.

After the specially invited doctor gave the old man a dose of morphine with the medicine box on his back, he packed up the medicine box and shook his head slightly with Uncle Baozheng, signaling that the person was gone, and then turned around and walked out of the house.

Someone in the hut suddenly began to sobb in a low voice, and the fifth master immediately glared at him, "Who peed! Get out, clean it and come in!"

It was the first time for Han Yi to see the fifth master getting angry, and the room was immediately quiet, and some uncles and elders who had never seen him didn't dare to say anything.

"Okay, Little Five, is the boss here?" The third grandfather spoke, probably with morphine, and his face was ruddy, and he didn't stumble when he spoke.

"Boss, come forward. ”

The eldest said by the third grandfather made their eldest son and eldest grandson, and the grade was not light, and he was over sixty years old.

"Grandpa, I'm here. The eldest son and grandson, who is also an old man, spoke in a somewhat erratic voice, and seemed to be lacking in qi.

"You are like this, it seems that I have lived for too long, there are some words I will give to you, you remember, teach the eldest children and grandchildren to the younger generations in the future, don't bring them into the coffin. ”

"Grandpa, you say, I'll listen. The eldest son and grandson wiped their eyes, but there was nothing red and dry.

"Pride is fierce virtue, laziness is decay, both are the way to lose. It is better to quit borrowing than to get up early, and to quit doing more walking and less sedan chairs. After the third grandfather finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the eldest son and eldest grandson went down.

"Dad, who else is it called?" asked the fifth master.

"Po Zheng is here, no need to call. The third grandfather twisted his head and said to Han Baozheng: "I am the head of the clan, when I die, you will say that the head of the clan is also the head of the village, and you must be fair and fair in doing things in the future, and you can't favor one over the other. ”

"Master, I listen to you!" Village Chief Han Baozheng hurriedly nodded with a faint smile and agreed with the words of the Third Patriarch.

After Han Baozheng finished speaking, the fifth master saw that the old man's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, so he hurriedly said to the underground people: "Hurry up, call all the children in!"

Han Yi noticed that there were several children in the outhouse who were standing at a loss, and the serious expressions of the adults made them dare not shout loudly or run around to play crazy.

At this time, I heard the sound of the inner room, and one by one, under the pull of the adults, I entered the house.

"Dad, a few little ghosts from the grandchildren have come to see you?" said the fifth grandfather close to the third grandfather's ear.

"Oh, it's the sixth generation, let me take a look?" The third grandfather seemed to have recovered some of his spirits, and opened his eyes to look at the children who were coming from the kang with the adults.

"Whose family is this?" asked the third grandfather.

"This is my third brother's family, this is the second brother's, and these two are the eldest brother's family, and the latter one is below me. The fifth master said to the old man one by one.

"Okay, there will be successors, successors will ······" The eyes of the third grandfather were closed.

"Dad?" The fifth grandfather's heart trembled, and he hurriedly stepped forward to see the old man.

The people around were also nervous one by one, and some of them had tears already flowing, but they were just holding back their crying.

"What about Xiao Yi?" said the Third Patriarch suddenly opened his eyes.

"Master, I'm here. Han Yi stepped forward and approached the Third Patriarch.

"Did you bring the sword?" the voice of the Third Patriarch was already indiscrete.

"Here comes the sword!"

Han Yi didn't look back, stretched out his hand behind him, Han Xiaoye suddenly understood behind him, slapped the sword box, clicked and broke the lock, and when he knocked on the scabbard, the cold light of the Lingfeng sword brush came out of the sheath all of a sudden, and it flew out with a whoosh, and the hilt fell into Han Yi's hand in the blink of an eye.

"Master, sword!"

Han Yi's voice trembled and said, swinging his sword horizontally, and handing it to the master.

The master's eyes fell on the body of the sword with a cold light, with a black diamond-shaped dark checkered pattern, like an unpredictable place.

"Now you know what it's called?" the Third Patriarch's voice seemed to be a little ridiculous.

Han Yi's tears fell down all of a sudden, "Master, this sword is called Lingfeng!"

"Good!"

The last light flashed in the eyes of the Third Patriarch, and his fingers brushed over the sword, and then pointed to the roof.

Han Yi was stunned, and immediately understood what the third ancestor meant, the sword light flashed, and with a few clicks, a book fell down with the wooden blocks of the beams, and Han Yi's palm flickered, and he swept all the wooden pieces and sawdust aside, and only copied the book in his hand.

Han Yi looked at it, and there were three big characters written on the book cover: Lin Fengxian.

Looking at the third grandfather, his finger stretched out and pressed it on the book cover, lightly tapped it three times, and then looked at Han Yi fixedly and said, "Xiao Yi······ Yi, you have to change your life against the sky!"

"Against the sky······ Change your life!"

Then, silently.

"Third Patriarch!"

Han Yi knelt down with the book and howled sadly.

"Dad?" the fifth grandfather let out a low cry and did not respond.

"Woo woo······"

The Han family, young and old, children and grandchildren began to kneel on the ground and cry.

As soon as the cry inside the house came out, the loudspeaker outside sounded, and the sorrowful and mournful souls rippled in the sky and spread to the entire Hanjia Village.

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Writing this, I cried.

Let me be hypocritical.