Chen Linjun naturally remembered that he was the housekeeper and the master who taught him martial arts in Mount Emei, but the master never told him about his family. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Dad, can you tell me more about the past?" Chen Linjun naturally wanted to know about the tragic incident that happened ten years ago.

"Yes!" Chen Shihao turned to Chen Sanwolf next to him and said, "Three wolves, you go, inform the preparation of three animals and other sacrificial items, and go with me to worship Lin Jun and his mother!"

When he said this, Chen Shihao's eyes were red, obviously he was still suppressing his emotions.

Ten years ago, the scene of happiness and love with his wife once again appeared in front of his eyes, and at that time, he was recognized by everyone as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and his kung fu was invincible in the world. How happy it is to have a beautiful wife and a lovely son at home.

It's just that he didn't expect that first, his guard Yannan Eighteen Black was repeatedly sneak attacked, and in the end, he couldn't even save his wife, and was seriously injured and rolled off the cliff.

And his wife lost her young life after being humiliated, and it was her who was buried by her brothers after they returned.

"Dad, Mom was killed by someone else, right?" When Chen Linjun said this, there was already murderous aura in his eyes.

In fact, when he heard Qin Kaiyang tell about the murder of his parents before, Chen Linjun's resentment was really not so heavy. Because it has been ten years since he left his parents, although there is a family affection that blood is thicker than water, but with the passage of time, the emotion naturally fades a little.

And today, seeing my father's worried eyes and strong sadness, the sense of hatred is naturally even stronger.

"Yes, you must know a little bit about it, Long Zhentian, Qin Kaiyang, and Wang Bishi are a few of them!"

"Dad, I can see that your skills are still so good, and you know Tianyang Divine Skills, why haven't you sought revenge on them?" Chen Linjun asked with some eagerness.

At this time, Chen Sanwolf next to him continued: "Big brother, Dad has only recovered in the past two years, and he used to be able to teach everyone to practice at most, but he couldn't exert his own strength. The injuries of that year have not fully recovered. It's the first few times I went to save you, but I used my life to use the Tianyang Divine Skill, and I had to lie down for a few months to recover when I came back, so don't talk about revenge, and always beware of the enemy coming to the door. Fortunately, they all thought that Dad was dead that year, so they came back safely all these years!"

Chen Shihao nodded: "That's it, after your master died, you left Mount Emei, and we don't know your whereabouts." It wasn't until the last time I heard that there was a person in Jinnan who knew Tianyang Divine Skills, and I thought that it would be you, so I asked the three wolves to secretly confirm and secretly protect you!"

Uh, I see.

"Dad, don't worry, I will definitely avenge this revenge!" Chen Linjun gritted his teeth a little, the fire of hatred was burning the most at this time.

"Well, I've observed your skills, as long as the three wolves cooperate with you, plus your brothers, there is no problem in defeating them individually. But beware of them joining forces, and beware of the forces behind them. After all, now is not the era of martial arts first, but power and modern weapons, remember!" Chen Shihao patted Chen Linjun on the shoulder, "Don't worry, the gentleman will take revenge, ten years is not too late!"

Just when everyone was not happy when they mentioned the past, a brother came over and said something in Chen Sanwolf's ear.

Chen Sanwolf said to him: "Big brother is now the valley master, there is nothing to hide from him, prepare the things, let's go!"

It turned out that the sacrificial supplies were ready.

Chen Shihao said to Chen Linjun: "I'm old, Lin Jun, the matter of avenging your mother will be handed over to you, and this desperate valley will also be handed over to you." So you have to get acquainted with your brothers. You can arrange these things!"

"Hmm!" Chen Linjun nodded, he believed that even his father didn't know that he was the eldest brother of the Black Tiger family, and his father must still be thinking about tempering his ability to manage his brother.

Chen Linjun raised his hand with the ring and waved: "Let's go!"

It seems that this is not the first time to pay tribute to Mrs., everyone has a pattern and habits.

When Chen Linjun shouted and set off, some people carried sacrifices, and some people blew trumpets, playing low and sad music, and a group of dozens of people walked towards the opposite mountain.

The people of this valley of despair are all dressed in black clothes, and with the shade of the trees and this low music, it shows a sad atmosphere.

In the past ten years, the image of my mother has been a little blurry, maybe it is the forgetfulness of the water, although there are some memories, but it is quite vague, as if I have seen it in a dream.

After walking for about 500 meters, I came to a small hill.

It is also a place where ancient trees are towering and shade the sun.

Shaded by a few pine trees, a white tomb emerges.

This is also a small ping, and the white tomb covers an area of dozens of square meters, which is in the shape of an arc. The foundation of the tomb is paved with marble, surrounded by a white marble railing, next to a row of cypress trees, the tombstone is a bluestone slab, the tomb edge is semicircular, and there are two dragons lying on it, lifelike, guarding the master inside.

"Mom......" Chen Linjun pounced, knelt in front of the tombstone, held the photo on it, and cried bitterly.

The miserable cry of a big man, coupled with the mournful music of the trumpet, the foggy weather, and the cold wind blowing over, made the people next to him couldn't help but move, and some of the brothers sobbed in a low voice.

"Mom, I'm here to see you, I'm sorry, it's been ten years, this is the first time I've come to see you, please forgive my son's unfilial ......" Chen Linjun cried while kowtowing.

Although Chen Shihao didn't cry, his eyes were already blurred by tears, and he also whispered on the side: "Qingmei, Lin Jun came back to see you, do you remember him? You must bless him in heaven, bless him with peace, bless him with all his enemies!"

And Chen Sanwolf was directing the brothers below to set up the sacrifices, and then dozens of brothers stood bent down with their hands down, all with solemn expressions and sad faces.

At this time, three cannons rang out, and a succession of green smoke rose.

An old man in the valley presided over the worship ceremony.

Under the guidance of Chen Sanwolf, Chen Linjun worshiped his biological mother in accordance with the ancestral practice.

"Incense, offerings, paper money, and sacrificial ......"

After a series of processes, Chen Linjun knelt for an hour. He felt that this was the only way he could show filial piety to his mother, so when the ceremony was over, he still refused to get up.

In the end, under the persuasion of Chen Sanwolf and Chen Shihao, Chen Linjun stood up.

But after taking a few steps back, he rushed back again, knelt down in front of his mother's tombstone again, raised his palms, and said loudly: "Mom, today I swear to heaven that next time I will worship you with the blood of the enemy!"