vrcanaries Chapter 1123 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 6
Chapter 1123 Blackback Lao 6's Apprentice 6
The smell of money, Jiang Xiaoyu finally understood the difference between the nouveau riche, the bumpkin, the aristocratic family, and the thousand-year-old family.
It means not looking at money or people.
I despise you from any angle.
Of course, they may not mean that, they just have a blank expression, but they are good-looking.
Jiang Xiaoyu would automatically fill in the dubbing in his mind.
Zhang Qilin's footsteps did not pause at all, and he didn't know that someone was teasing him from behind.
He walked straight to the tallest and most forbidding building deep inside the Zhang family's house.
The building style is extremely old, with thick snow covering the eaves and brackets, but there is no sign of decay. Instead, it exudes a heaviness and coldness that has gone through vicissitudes of life.
The huge wooden door was closed, without any decoration on it, only a heart-pounding sense of solemnity.
Hei Xiazi took two quick steps and pushed open an inconspicuous side door next to him as if he was familiar with the place. A smell mixed with old wood, cold stone walls and a faint scent of incense came out.
"Dumb, we've arrived at the ancestral hall."
He turned around and grinned at Zhang Xiaoshu and Jiang Xiaoyu, his sunglasses gleaming in the dim light. "Behave yourself, Xiaoyuer. Don't touch or look around when you go in. Be careful, or they'll string you up like a candied haws."
Jiang Xiaoyu immediately retracted his hand that was about to touch the door frame and touched his nose awkwardly: "Don't worry, Mr. Hei, I cherish my life."
He was secretly shocked. This place was indeed full of traps, even Hei Xia Zi had to give him a special reminder.
Zhang Qilin walked in first.
The interior of the ancestral hall is extremely spacious and the lighting is extremely dim. Only a few eternal lamps are burning faintly between the huge stone pillars, casting flickering dim light and shadows.
There was an indescribable silence in the air.
At the deepest part, there is a huge stone wall that almost reaches the dome, on which countless tablets are neatly and densely placed.
Like a silent array of soldiers, they look down upon all the creatures that enter this place.
Each tablet was as black as ink, engraved with silver ancient characters, and glowed coldly under the dim light.
Zhang Xiaoshu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. A throbbing sensation, originating from the deepest part of his blood, and an irresistible sense of pressure instantly overwhelmed him.
His legs felt slightly weak and he almost fell to his knees.
This is the final resting place of the Zhang family’s ancestors, and it is the ultimate symbol of the Zhang family’s bloodline and power.
ancestral hall.
Zhang Qilin walked to the stone wall but did not do anything immediately.
He stood there quietly, his back as straight as a pine tree, blending into the vast group of tablets like a sea of stars, as if he himself was one of the silent black stones.
Just like what all Zhang family members have done as they stand in the long river of history.
In this suffocating silence, Jiang Xiaoyu noticed that Zhang Qilin's left hand hung very naturally at his side, and his fingers moved slightly.
Then, Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes almost popped out.
Zhang Qilin's bony hand skillfully and naturally pulled out a neatly folded dark grey rag from the pocket of his dark clothes?!
Jiang Xiaoyu: “…”
He thought that the wind and snow might be so strong that he was freezing and hallucinating.
Zhang Qilin unfolded the rag as if no one was around.
He raised his hand and began to wipe the tablet closest to him.
His movements were light and steady, his fingertips brushing across the cold surface of the tablet.
Look focused.
Hei Xia Zi leaned against a stone pillar with his arms folded, and there was a familiar smile in his eyes behind his sunglasses, as if he was appreciating the rare moment of the mute's virtuousness.
Dumb, filial son and grandson.
Not like their family.
They don't care about that.
Zhang Xiaoshu looked at the patriarch's calm yet pious profile, and decided to wipe it too.
But he didn't have a rag either.
At this moment, Zhang Qilin, who had just finished wiping a tablet, paused very naturally.
His eyes, as calm as an ancient well, turned to Jiang Xiaoyu without any warning.
His eyes were calm, without any emotion, but they were like two cold awls that instantly penetrated the dim air in the ancestral hall and accurately nailed Jiang Xiaoyu.
As if asking his purpose.
The naughty smile on Jiang Xiaoyu's face froze instantly, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, which was even more biting than the wind and snow outside at dozens of degrees below zero.
He felt like a rabbit being stared at by some prehistoric monster, and his blood almost froze.
The ancestor's combat power ceiling is well-deserved. If he had been a little more ruthless, the Nine Gates would have been destroyed long ago.
Zhang Qilin's gaze stayed on his face for just a moment, then moved away, as if he was just casually scanning an insignificant object, and continued to wipe the next tablet.
This person never showed up.
But since he can come back.
So what if there is one more variable?
It’s good to have the blind man around.
In terms of fighting power, it's easy to kill him.
He is no longer the Zhang Qilin of the past.
He just wanted the blind man to be alive by his side, nothing else mattered.
Hei Xia Zi took Jiang Xiaoyu out, leaving Zhang Xiaoshu to talk to the mute.
Although how two mutes communicate is a problem.
The heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall closed silently behind him.
Zhang Xiaoshu followed behind Zhang Qilin, his steps still feeling a little unsteady.
He secretly glanced at the tall pine-like figure in front of him. The cold aura surrounding the patriarch seemed heavier than that in the ancestral hall, but strangely, it brought with it a sense of security that came from returning to the origin.
The two walked in silence, only the crunching sound of their boots on the thick snow echoed in the empty courtyard.
Zhang Xiaoshu had a lot to say, but facing Zhang Qilin's silent face like an iceberg, he couldn't squeeze out a word.
He tried to imitate the patriarch's calm expression, but it only looked clumsy and stiff.
He just organized himself to tell the story of him and Jiang Xiaoyu.
Zhang Qilin listened quietly and told him what happened in the tribe. It was up to him to decide whether to leave or stay.
He has said this many times.
Hei Xia Zi and Jiang Xiao Yu are two talkative ones.
As they were talking, they went to the kitchen to cook.
Jiang Xiaoyu saw the Zhang family’s farm, chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep, and fish ponds. Wow, what a rich life!
He originally thought that it was Hei Xia Zi who took care of it, but Hei Xia Zi said no, it was Mr. Zhang who took care of it.
He is only responsible for cooking and washing clothes.
Jiang Xiaoyu: …
Is this guy showing off?
No problem, let’s compete in cooking skills.
So the two talkative ones showed off their cooking skills one by one.
The fire in the stove crackled, the spatula jingled, and steam rose.
Hei Xia Zi was wearing an apron that he had found somewhere and was washed so hard that it looked bleached. He was skillfully stirring the wok, and a rich aroma of sauce mixed with the spicy scent of chili filled the air.
Jiang Xiaoyu occupied a chopping board, cutting vegetables with a knife in a fast and steady rhythm.
Hair-thin ginger shreds flowed out from under his knife like water, and he kept saying:
"Mr. Hei, your timing is so exquisite!
But my dish, 'Searching for Plum Blossoms in the Snow', is all about the original flavor, freshness and freshness, so please don't let your strong flavor take over the flavor!"