At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan was in a trance, because his heart was violently shaken, so the spell was affected, and those already vague images disappeared, and it was a long time before he came back to his senses.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were full of murder, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Father-in-law, Master! Fellow villagers, I, Yuwen Zhouyuan, will definitely kill the enemy and avenge you!"

As soon as the words fell, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body disappeared in Lijiazhuang in a flash, as if he had never appeared.

When he reappeared, Yuwen Zhuyuan was already in the small mountain village where he grew up, although he traveled through the body that occupied this world Yuwen Zhouyuan, but he fused the memory of that Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Although the memory of Yuwen Zhouyuan is scattered and incomplete, Yuwen Zhouyuan is very familiar with this place, after all, here he was an orphan in his previous life, and after crossing over, he has parents who care for him!

Although he didn't stay in this village for a long time, Yuwen Jooyuan has the clearest memory of this village!

Walking into the village and looking at everything familiar, Yuwen Juyuan had a feeling of wandering near home. I remember that there should be two jujube trees there, and not far from the jujube trees is the place where I used to sit on a chair and watch the starry sky.

At that time, when I sat there, my mother was always on the side, and every now and then she let out a sigh......

But now the date tree is still there, and the others are different!

Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed lightly and walked forward slowly, and after a while, he stopped in a daze, looked at a familiar house in front of him, and his body trembled involuntarily, it turned out that his home was the same as when he left.

Yuwen Zhouyuan released his divine sense and sensed it, there was nothing wrong, he bit his lower lip tightly, pushed open the courtyard door, only to hear a creak, the wooden door slowly opened inward, and after he entered, it slowly closed again.

In the courtyard, there was the familiar stone table, surrounded by several round stone benches, Yuwen Zhouyuan silently looked at everything in front of him, tears flowing from his eyes.

After a long time, Yuwen Jooyuan came to the house, pushed open the door, and walked in, all the scenes were the same as he remembered, as if nothing had changed.

At this moment, Yuwen Jooyuan seemed to have a feeling that the previous scenes were just dreams like in a dream, and now he woke up from his dream.

It's just that, with Yuwen Zhouyuan's current divine sense, he doesn't even need to disperse to clearly know that there is no one in this house.

In the main hall of the house, Yuwen Zhouyuan saw two spirit tablets, these two tablets were placed side by side, and they were engraved: "Yuwen Sword, Qiu Wanjun's Spirit Seat!"

Underneath these two tablets is an incense burner, flanked by some unlit incense sticks.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes showed a heart-wrenching sadness, picked up three incense sticks, lit them and put them in the incense burner, slowly knelt on the ground, kowtowed a few heads, and muttered to himself: "Unfilial son Yuwen Zhouyuan, worship with incense today, and next time you come, build a blood soul head altar for your father and mother with the head of the blood soul ancestor of the whole clan." to sacrifice the parents and the two elders!"

As soon as the words fell, a killing aura immediately emanated from Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, and at this moment, the cold air in the main hall suddenly increased greatly, and at the same time, the snow that was already fluttering in the sky began to become thicker, and instantly became as big as a goose feather.

After getting up, Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a while, and was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly his expression moved, his body shook, and he disappeared in place.

After a while, I saw a three-horse horse-drawn carriage covered with snow, galloping from the mountain village path from a distance, and in front of the carriage sat a big man wearing a robe, this person's temples were high, his eyes were shining, and he was obviously a martial arts master in the secular world.

The big man shook the whip decorated with red cloth in his hand, but when he heard the sound of "pop", the horse in the middle of the horse suddenly neighed, although it was on the snowy road, but its speed was faster.

The ground was already uneven, and now there was snow, which made the carriage bump constantly, but the big man seemed to be glued to the carriage, and he didn't move at all, even the snow on his body was not affected, but he sometimes whispered: "Drive!"

Soon, the carriage approached Yuwen Zhouyuan's house, and in the soft shout of the biao-shaped man, the reins were suddenly grabbed by him, and the three horses neighed at the same time, and their front hooves raised Lao Gao, swinging diagonally, and finally stopped in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan's house.

The big man jumped out, got off the carriage cleanly, respectfully opened the carriage door, and immediately jumped out of the carriage A young man in Tsing Yi jumped out of the carriage.

After the little guy got out of the car, his body shook immediately, obviously invaded by the cold air in the snowy night, but he didn't care, but took out an oil umbrella, opened it and said respectfully: "Childe, it's here." ”

A frail figure, leaning out of the carriage, slowly descended, and stood under the oil umbrella, this person was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pale face, and there was a hidden illness at a glance.

As soon as the young man came, his body immediately trembled, and the young man in green clothes hurriedly took an umbrella in one hand and a blue coat from the car with the other, and with the help of the big man, draped it on the young man.

At the same time, the young man in Tsing Yi took out a small hand stove from a small basket and said: "Childe, quickly take the hand stove, the cold is too heavy today, don't catch the wind cold." ”

"Okay, thank you, Tyumen. The young man took the stove and said as he breathed.

After the young man took over the hand stove, the little guy said dissatisfiedly: "Childe, the snow is so heavy today, and the sky is so cold, why do you have to insist on coming over? ”

Even the big man who was driving in the car showed pity and a slight reproach in his eyes.

The boy chuckled, and as he walked forward, he whispered: "You don't understand, grandpa said before he passed away that every year today, no matter what happens, the descendants of the descendants must come here to worship in person, which is a tradition. ”

The young man was still dissatisfied, and said in a playful voice: "Childe, this place is so far away from Dezhou City, why do you come here every year, is there any allusion in it?" I heard some brothers talk about it, it seems that this place used to be the residence of a strong man of the Yuwen family, right?" ”

The boy chuckled and stopped the big man from pushing open the courtyard door, but personally respectfully stretched out his hand to push the door, opened the courtyard door, and said: "Qiuming, the first time you came with me, naturally I don't know, I will tell you again when I have a chance in the future." ”

After entering the courtyard, the three of them did not stop, but directly pushed open the door of the house, walked in, Tyumen put away the oil umbrella in the room, shook off the snow on it, held it in his hand, and looked around curiously.

As for the big man, he stood at the door, his eyes closed.

The boy took a deep breath and walked to the main hall, Qiu Ming was about to follow, but was stopped by the son, and said softly: "You and Uncle Wu are waiting outside, and I will go in by myself." ”

Although Tyumen was a little unhappy, he nodded smartly.

The boy smiled slightly, coughed a few times, and slowly walked to the main hall.

After entering this hall, the boy looked at the two tablets on the shelf, took out a mat from the side, knelt on it, kowtowed a few times, and was about to take the incense fulcrum, but suddenly his hand trembled, staring at the incense burner that was about to burn out of the three incense sticks, and was about to exclaim, suddenly, a cold air immediately filled the entire hall, the son's forehead secreted cold sweat, and he didn't dare to move, he had a feeling that if he moved, he was afraid that he would lose his life on the spot.

I saw a handsome and cold young man, slowly walking out of the darkness of the main hall.

"Who are you descendant?" Yuwen Juyuan glanced at the boy and asked lightly.

The boy's face showed a look of horror, and he continued to tremble under the invasion of the cold air, and even his voice trembled.

"Who are you?...... why did you appear in my Yuwen family" Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the young man, waved his right hand, and suddenly the cold air around him dissipated, and became slightly warmer, the young man felt that his body was warm, no longer trembling, but his eyes showed a look of shock, and he looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan in a daze, but secretly, his right hand was gently touched on his waist.

Suddenly, a fierce palm wind came from outside, and at the same time, the big man who was driving the car jumped into the main hall, but his body almost just came in, and he immediately trembled, and his whole body fell to the ground involuntarily, and he fell asleep.

The young man's face changed dramatically.

"Let me ask you again, whose descendant are you?" Yuwen Zhouyuan said flatly without looking at the big man who fell to the ground.

In fact, as early as the moment Yuwen Zhouyuan saw this house, he already had doubts in his heart, for more than ten years, if this house was not taken care of, it would be absolutely impossible to maintain it until now, and according to his observation, this house was by no means the real one back then, it was obviously rebuilt.

"My father is Wen Zaidao, since you have followed me here, why do you knowingly ask!" the young man gritted his teeth and said with a determined look in his eyes.

"What is the relationship between the person in this house and you?" Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned and asked.

“...... It is the parents of the family ancestors. The young man was puzzled, and secretly wondered why the person in front of him was a killer sent by his father's opponent, why he asked such a strange question.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart trembled, he looked at the young man, his tone was no longer flat, but there was a trace of ups and downs, and he said softly: "What is your grandfather's name?"

"Family Ancestor Wen Zhengming......" The young man hesitated for a moment, and said softly, she always felt that the person in front of her was weird.

When Yuwen Zhouyuan heard this name, his body was immediately shocked, and he muttered to himself: "It turned out to be Brother Wen......" This Wen Zhengming Yuwen Zhouyuan is no stranger, he once saved his life when he was in the monk camp, and later helped Wen Zhengming's Qiankun League to seize control of Dezhou City in Dezhou City, although the two did not have a deep friendship, but at this moment he saw his descendants worship his parents, his mood couldn't help but stir.

After a while, Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed deeply, looked at the young man's gaze, and had a trace of unknown emotion, as if looking at his own juniors, and said softly: "Your grandfather...... How old is it, and he died?"