Song Xiaoren saw that the two of them were in a confrontational posture, his face changed drastically, and he quickly sandwiched his cane between the two and waved his hand: "Absolutely not!"

"Song Chuyu, is this what you call a period of cause and effect?" Ye Fan locked his eyes on the old man, his tone was cold and ruthless, and he called Song Xiaoren: "You get out of the way!"

Song Chuyu was stunned and speechless, she was not the mastermind of this matter, and she didn't know much about the grievances between the two. She just did what her grandfather asked, and she didn't expect things to go this way.

When the enemies see each other, their eyes are red, how can they end it when they say the end?

"Xiao Ye, listen to me, this place is my Song family ancestral hall, don't make a big move!" Song Xiaoren waved his hand again and again, his face full of eagerness.

"What about the ancestral hall?" Ye Fan's eyes revealed endless hatred, "Long Canghai, you abolish my dantian, it is equivalent to killing yourself, today I will return a tooth for a tooth, are you ready!"

It turned out that this old man covered with snow was actually Long Canghai, the former gatekeeper of Dragon City, and the dragon king of ****!

After the fall of the Dragon City, the Dragon King was nowhere to be found, and no one expected that he would travel to the United States and hide in the ancestral hall of the Song family!

At the beginning of the battle in Longcheng, Ye Fan was pointed out by Long Canghai to break the dantian, and almost became a waste, this kind of deep hatred and hatred will be remembered for the rest of his life, and he must not forget, he must not forget!

Hearing the cause of hatred between the two, everyone showed a solemn and nervous look, and this grievance was difficult to erase easily......

The dragon king's pair of arrogant eyes showed emptiness at this moment, and he staggered Ye Fan's hateful gaze and threw it on Song Chuyu.

"Are you Amei's daughter?" As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse and heavy, like a wind blowing through the Gobi, filled with a sense of vicissitudes.

Song Chuyu was stared at by the terrifying gaze of the Dragon King, and his delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly, looking at his grandfather, revealing an inquiring look.

"Yes, this is the child. Song Xiaoren looked sad and said to his granddaughter: "Call Uncle quickly." ”

Uncle Song's eyes widened, how did this imposing but unkempt old man become his uncle?

Long Canghai said with his hands behind his back: "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me, your mother and I belong to the same brother and sister, back then, your master Bolong Qianqiu, your mother, and me, I and the other three of us bid farewell to the master, and went down the mountain to explore the rivers and lakes, your mother is the youngest and the most willful, because of a trivial matter, she ran away from the south, and later married your father, this farewell is thirty years!"

"More than ten years ago, your mother was killed by that thing in order to protect you from disaster, and if I had been there, such a tragedy would not have happened! ”

Listening to the Dragon King's narration, everyone was puzzled in their hearts, what was the thing he was talking about?

Faintly, there seems to be an extremely strange thing hidden.

Ye Fan looked at the Dragon King coldly, the monk couldn't run away from the temple, he was not in a hurry to take revenge, and it was not too late to listen to him finish his words before he started.

"Mother's ......" Song Chuyu remembered the terrible past in his childhood, his eyes could not hide his grief and fear, and he couldn't help but look at the place in the middle of the courtyard.

Following her line of sight, in the center of this ancestral hall, there was a crimson stone sculpture!

The sculpture is not particularly tall, it resembles a lion and tiger, with two horns on the top of its head, and wings depicted on both sides of its chest and abdomen, and it is completely in the shape of a four-faced, but the limbs are buried deep in the ground!

This stone monument and this sculpture have been for some years, weathered by wind, frost, rain and snow, and exudes a desolate atmosphere.

"Xiao Ye, Chu Yu, this child, and her mother, were ...... back then It was here back then......" Song Xiaoren couldn't say it anymore, raised his sleeve and wiped his eyes, a pair of eye sockets full of tears.

"What is being suppressed now?" Ye Fan wanted to use the Heavenly Eye to probe, but he felt an invisible oppressive force, coming from below, as if as long as he moved the idea of snooping, he would be ruthlessly killed in an instant!

Song Xiaoren turned around in surprise and asked in shock, "How do you know that there is something here?"

Ye Fan snorted coldly, "This courtyard is called the ancestral hall, it is actually used to suppress evil things, and it is just to hide people's eyes and ears! The octagonal courtyard wall is dealing with the direction of Qiankun, warding off evil spirits, and burying them deep underground, if there is nothing left, then it is strange!"

His analysis was reasonable and well-founded, and the results inferred from the appearance really surprised Song Xiaoren and secretly admired him.

In fact, the most important point is that Ye Fan didn't say it, the terrifying blue light that was invisible to the naked eye shot out in the air, sharp as a sword, piercing the sky, almost a sharp sword in his eyes, how could he not see it!

"You're right, what is buried here is something related to the luck of my Song family!" Song Xiaoren sighed and looked up at the sky, his eyes were gloomy and sad.

Everyone waited eagerly to hear this secret story about the Song family.

"Since it's about luck, why suppress it?" Ye Fan's question made Song Xiaoren admire again, he deserved to be a proud figure in the younger generation, and he could even see through this.

"If it is not suppressed with an inscription, I am afraid that no one will be able to surrender this thing!" Song Xiaoren pointed to ward off evil spirits and sighed: "One hundred and fifty years ago, the ancestor of my Song family was unknown in the Central Plains, just a blacksmith who played iron pots in villages and towns. ”

"One day, a guest came to the ancestor's blacksmith shop, and he paid a lot of money to ask the ancestor to build a sword box according to the map!"

When Ye Fan heard these two words, his brows jumped slightly, could it be that this underground suppression is a sword of the world?

The ancestor did not dare to go against the wishes of the guests, so he used the iron material brought by the merchants, spent seven days and seven nights, created a sword box, and received the guests' remuneration silver taels, and thought that the matter was complete. Unexpectedly, a few days later, the merchant returned covered in blood, and on his deathbed entrusted the sword box to the ancestor, and made a promise...... This entrustment has promised my Song family glory for several lifetimes, and it has also harmed Chu Yu and her mother!"

"What entrustment?" Long Canghai asked in a deep voice, there were many strange and suspicious points in this matter, and even he, a martial saint who had been in the middle of the world, felt that the secrets involved were far beyond ordinary things.

Song Xiaoren paused, sorted out his thoughts a little, and continued to speak: "That merchant asked the ancestor to keep the sword box and the things in the box on his behalf, and give it to him with all his net worth, and asked the ancestor to abandon his family business and leave the country immediately, the farther he went, the better! He repeatedly explained to the ancestor that this sword box must not be touched by women, and that someone would come to ask for it in the future, just in case, he asked the ancestor to make a heavy oath, and even said that the method of hiding the sword box is what you ......see today."