Wang Lin looked at this scene in a daze, and took a step forward, this step, his whole person dissipated without a breath, and when he appeared, he was within the city wall.

At this moment, the sun was setting, the night was covering the earth, Wang Lin looked at everything in front of him, especially the tomb built by the descendants, and the whole person knelt on the ground, leaving two lines of tears in his eyes......

"Dad, mother, Tiezhu, back. ”

Tears were left on Wang Lin's face, and the thoughts and sorrows in his eyes enveloped his whole body, and this kneeling seemed to be eternal, and time passed slowly.

Tashan and the big-headed boy also came here, Tashan still looked cold, but the big-headed boy, looking at everything in front of him, his eyes were complicated.

He didn't know where this place was, but when he saw Wang Lin's actions at this moment, he knew that this was Xu Mu's ancestral home. The big-headed boy has never experienced any family affection in his life, and at this time, in silence, he can't help but think of his childhood.

Wang Lin looked at the spirit card on the grave for a long time, slowly got up, and looked at the familiar houses, as if he had returned to a thousand years ago, back to the most precious memory in his heart.

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, a creaking sound sounded, under the moonlight, everything in the courtyard has not changed, the dining table is still there, but the people are gone.

Vaguely, Wang Lin seemed to hear the voice of a thousand years ago in his ears.

"Tiezhu, how are you reading?"

"Tiezhu, you have to study hard, next year is the county exam, whether you have any future or not, but it all depends on this time, don't be like your father, stay in the village for the rest of your life, alas. ”

"Okay, you talk every day, if you want me to say, our iron pillar will definitely be able to pass the exam. ”

"Tiezhu, your fourth uncle is a good person, thanks to his help in the past few years, the wood carving made by your father can be sold for a price, if you have a chance in the future, don't forget to repay your fourth uncle." ”

The breath of sorrow emanated from Wang Lin's body, and he walked into the courtyard step by step, into the home that had been separated from the enemy for a hundred years.

Opening the door, Wang Lin at this moment, although he still looks like a young man on the surface, his body is shrouded in vicissitudes, like an old man, constantly touching everything with his hands in his home that he has not returned for a long time.

Wang Lin touched the wall, scenes from his childhood kept appearing in his mind, the sadness in his heart was even stronger, and the longing for his parents filled his whole body.

Let Tashan and the big-headed boy wait outside, Wang Lin sat alone in the ancestral house, feeling the breath of home, forgetting everything in the cultivation world, some were just the happiness of childhood and the joy of remembering his joy under his parents' knees.

All around, there was silence, in this quiet, Wang Lin's body and mind were washed, and the past of his childhood gradually emerged in the silence of his solitude.

He sat there quietly, sometimes with a happy smile on his face, sometimes with melancholy sadness, scenes from his childhood, until now, he can only recall alone, lonely memories.

His happiness is lonely, and his smile is clearly silent sadness and sorrow...... Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and fell to the ground, leaving traces of memory......

The moonlight gradually passed, the sky rose to the first sun, slowly dispelling the night, the sun fell on the earth, as if the stars were moving, and under the continuous extension, it filled the Imperial Ancestral City.

With the bright light outside the window, Wang Lin woke up from his memories, he took a deep look around, stood up, and walked out.

Tower Hill this night, always standing, motionless. As for the big-headed boy, his eyes are more complicated, this night, he is also reminiscing in his heart, the humiliated childhood, so that he, in the pain of drilling, for some reason, has a trace of relief.

What he thinks about the most is still the mother who dislikes him, and his mother's bored gaze is the source of his heartache in his previous memories again and again, but now, all this has faded a lot.

Wang Lin and the three of them did not hide their figures, at this moment of dawn, but they immediately attracted the attention of the patrol soldiers, and the sound of exclamations echoed, but seeing that outside this wall, a group of soldiers were like facing a great enemy, and the gloomy murderous aura immediately permeated, locking the three of them.

At the same time, more than a dozen cultivators with varying cultivation levels, the lowest foundation and the highest even god-transforming monks, came from all directions, and one by one the divine consciousness was frantically locked.

"A bold fanatic, you actually dare to trespass on the royal ancestral mansion, do you know that this is a big crime of the Zhulian Nine Clan!!" Outside the city walls, there was a loud shout of rage!

The sword light flashed in the sky, and the monks came one by one, and their expressions were even more angry, this kind of anger, in Wang Lin's opinion, was not a fake, but a real anger!

"If the three of you can enter the ancestral house of the Wang family without being noticed, you must also be monks, no matter what sect you are, didn't your elders have warned you and others, here, except for the people of the Wang family, all the rest of the people are not allowed to step into half a step. "The person who spoke was none other than one of the more than ten monks who had cultivated to become a god.

Tashan was expressionless, and he didn't even look around, and the big-headed boy rolled his eyelids and didn't speak.

Looking at the grave of his parents, Wang Lin retracted his gaze, glanced up at the ten monks in the sky, and said slowly: "Who built this tomb?" ”

Wang Lin's voice was flat, but it could fall into the ears of the monks around him,

It seems to have a feeling that one has to be submissive.

This feeling came suddenly, which made the faces of the surrounding monks change immediately, and the monk who turned into a god was even more pale, he cultivated to reach the god, and had an artistic conception, and his feelings were deeper, but at this moment, there was a kind of artistic conception that was about to be swallowed by the other party's words.

It seemed that there was a force that made him have to answer, if he didn't answer, he would immediately collapse, almost subconsciously, he stepped back a few feet, and said in a loud voice: "This place...... This place was built by the mortal royal family, the former residence of the ancestors of the royal family, and the place where my Vermilion Bird Star ancestor was a child!"

When he said this, he looked at Wang Lin's daylight, and suddenly was stunned, and vaguely felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a little familiar, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

"The royal family......" Wang Lin was silent, glanced at the graves of his parents, turned around and rose into the air, and was about to leave with Tashan and the big-headed boy.

But at this moment, suddenly there was a rolling thunder sound from the distant sky, but there was a large cloud rushing madly, and at the same time, an angry low cry came from the cloud.

"What a bold man, he dared to trespass on the ancestral house of the royal family!! I, the Xuandao Sect of the Zhao Kingdom, have guarded this place for generations, and your actions are too indifferent to my Xuandao Sect!"

In the roar, a person walked out of the clouds, this person had white hair, his eyes were shining, and as he walked, a powerful aura from the early stage of infantile transformation immediately permeated the surroundings.

When the monks around saw the old man, they immediately became respectful one by one, and it was obvious that this old man had a very high prestige here.

"Xuandao Sect ......" Wang Lin looked at the old man's gaze, with a hint of softness, nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Your cultivation has reached the infant transformation, the level of this Zhao Kingdom, but you have reached the fifth level of the True Cultivation Kingdom?"

The old man came angrily, but at this moment, he was stunned, frowned and shouted: "My Zhao Kingdom has reached the fifth-level cultivation realm three hundred years ago, and all the monks of the entire Vermilion Bird Star know about this matter, who are you!" Having said that, when he looked at Wang Lin at this time, he had a feeling of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Level 5 Cultivation True Country...... Wang Lin glanced down at the earth, his eyes showed relief, he remembered that back then, this Zhao Kingdom was only a third-level cultivation country, but he didn't expect that after hundreds of years, it had reached the fifth level.

Retracting his gaze, Wang Lin took a closer look at the old man, but at this glance, he saw some clues, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, on this old man, he vaguely noticed a trace of extremely faint breath, luck breath, belonging to Wang Lin!

He remembered that when he was a god in Zhao Kingdom, he had left ten spirit seeds, and this old man was obviously one of the ten people back then.

"All these years, is it your Xuandao Sect that is guarding this place? The monks here are all disciples of the Xuandao Sect?" asked Wang Lin with a smile.

The old man frowned, and glanced at Wang Lin and the three of them carefully, for some reason, Fang Cai's anger was forcibly suppressed, as if the person in front of him made him feel very cordial, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke: "It's not just my Xuandao Sect, the entire Vermilion Bird Star, every once in a while, there will be disciples of other sects who come here to guard it alternately. The guardians who can come here are all people who have made great contributions within their respective sects or are extremely talented and ready to focus on cultivating.

Guarding the ancestral mansion of the royal family is the greatest honor for all the monks in my Vermilion Bird Star!" The old man didn't know why, in front of Wang Lin, he said in great detail, and even he didn't know what the reason for all this was.

Hearing the old man's words, Wang Lin's eyes swept over the other monks, these people's poor qualifications, all of them are excellent, with Wang Lin's experience, at a glance at this moment, you can know that what the old man said is true.

After a short silence, Wang Lin sighed, with a hint of emotion, and said slowly: "Thank you!" As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves, and immediately there was a weakness that diffused, turning into a little bit of crystal light, which fell into the body of every monk around him in an instant, even the soldiers on the ground who were holding weapons also had crystal light into their bodies.

All the monks' bodies were shaken, and they immediately felt a hot current of arrogance surging from their bodies, and their expressions suddenly became strange.

"You ......" The infant who had become old was even more surprised, looking at Wang Lin, but he felt more and more familiar.

"You are very good, it is not in vain that I gave you the spirit seed back then!" Wang Lin said, turned around and walked into the distance, Tashan and the big-headed boy followed, and the three of them slowly disappeared into the sky.

"Spirit Seed...... Ling ......" The old man's body trembled violently, but he immediately thought of Shi Fang's identity, his face showed excitement that he had never felt in hundreds of years, and he lost his voice and said: "Ancestor of the Wang family!!"

As soon as these words came out, the other monks around them were shocked, and they all showed excitement, and they couldn't believe that Bo looked in the direction where Wang Lin disappeared in front of them. He ...... Is he the ancestor of the Wang family?"

"The guardian of the Vermilion Bird Star, the first person in countless years, the ancestor of the Wang family, Wang Lin!"