The place where the old patriarch took him to was the dark room behind the hall.

It was a very long corridor with smooth ground. What Qin Mu was surprised about was that the corridor was actually illuminated with candles. This was a lighting tool from many years ago, and people even used it. Thinking of this, it seems that the entire Qincheng used such lighting tools, or advanced ones, using kerosene lamps.

This really gives Qin Mu a sense of sight from many years ago, and even an ancient vicissitudes. If it weren't for the barrier at the entrance and the magical chick, Qin Mu even felt like a peach blossom land.

The only strange thing is that the originally dim corridor, amid the silent and lonely footsteps of the two, lit up little by little, as if it was lit up a road, leading to the distance little by little, transporting light little by little, until the gorgeous and hard gate at the end of the corridor.

"There are people cleaning here every day. But there seems to be very few people coming in the door." When the old patriarch was saying this, his voice was slow, occasionally accompanied by a cough. He walked in front, and Qin Mu followed closely behind. Judging from the old man's back, it seemed that he should not be such a weak and ordinary old man.

The way he walks is not the way ordinary people are at all.

Qin Mu observed for a long time and felt that the old man might be a trainee.

This is not very strange. Many large families passed down from ancient traditions have more or less related to the ancient Chinese martial arts.

Although the old man was arching his back, he was strong and heavy when walking. Qin Mu followed carefully, not getting close, but not getting too far away.

When Qin Mu arrived at the thick door, he couldn't see the material of the door. Chonghua's "Treasure Mirror" contains many, but it does not mean that everything in the world is included, and it is inevitable that some omissions are omissions.

"All the ancestors of the Qin family live here..." The old man seemed to be sighing, rubbing the edge of the door with his rough palm. Qin Mu was very puzzled why this old guy actually brought him here. Did he just want to use his ancestors to prove his bloodline? This is also strange. In Qin Mu's opinion, without DNA measurement, why should he say that he is a member of the Qin family?

Although Qin Mu was thinking about these messy things at this time, he still felt sad when he looked at the thick door.

Why?

Sure enough, the old man continued, "In addition to ancestors, there are also your father and mother... Didn't you say you have never seen them? I'll take you to see them today."

The old man turned his head and his expression looked very strange, smiling but not smiling, crying but not crying. It was really strange for an elder to show such an expression in front of his grandchildren. Qin Mu suppressed the doubts in his heart and looked at him speechlessly.

The old man didn't say anything else, but walked straight into the gate.

There was a tablet inside the door. When they walked in, the whole door was dark, but when the old man coughed heavily, the candlelight on both sides actually lit up, and the candlelight was still very voice-controlled.

"Well, it seems that I haven't been here for a long time, and I'm a little slow to react." The old man murmured.

With the candlelight in the room, Qin Mu looked at the appearance of the whole room.

Directly facing the gate was a particularly large tablet. Qin Mu didn't recognize any of the characters on it. It was not that this guy was too low in culture, but because the other party's font was too sloppy, or in other words, it was just another kind of text.

No one will scribble on the tablets of his ancestors. No matter which nation, they will write solemnly and solemnly. When Qin Mu looked at it, he didn't know whether this was in Chinese or not. However, the words of the ancient gods were still somewhat similar, but there were still differences. At least Qin Mu did not recognize any of them.

On the surrounding walls, there were densely packed tablets, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one. After each tablet, it seemed that countless pairs of eyes were staring at Qin Mu without blinking, staring at Qin Mu. Behind them was a strong culture and a heavy belief.

"This is your parents." The old man pointed to a pair of small tablets as if emotion and said, "Qin Fang and Li Ying, this is your parents."

"You...you said that's it?" The small tablet was still drawn in Chinese characters. When Qin Mu looked at the small tablet, the picture in his heart was a gentle middle-aged beauty who couldn't see her face clearly, but she remembered her gentle hands and a man, standing next to the woman, could not see her face clearly, but she was the same warmth.

This picture is Qin Mu's only memory of his parents. All his memories were disrupted. Qin Mu felt that he had never been a smart child, otherwise why would he have no impression of what happened before?

"Child, you actually believe it, why do you have to deny it?" The old man looked at Qin Mu's reaction, and all his expressions were imprinted in his heart, and none of them were missed.

Qin Mu took a step back and shook his head.

"You are still resenting me." The old man sighed and said, "When Chonghua brought you over more than ten years ago, you were like this... You are all resenting me..."

Qin Mu looked at the old man. When the old man said these words, he seemed to have grown older and seemed to be a lot of trouble. In his memory, when his parents found Chonghua more than ten years ago, they were still there, but why are there only... only...

Qin Mu took a few steps back and put his back on the thick door, saying curiously and heavy: "What happened?"

"Well, do you want to hear?" The old man's eyes lit up, and he looked a little excited, as if he was very excited because Qin Mu asked about this, and quickly said, "If you want to hear, I will tell you..."

Qin Mu looked at the old man, as if because of his words, he became an ordinary old man who was like a child, like a story to his descendants.

"Things have to start with the initial rule..." the old man sighed.

In the old man's telling, an ancient and heavy story gradually unfolds.

The old man seemed to have never released all the traces of these years. When he talked to Qin Mu, he seemed awkward and happy, and even danced and had a slight redness on his face when he was excited.

But what made Qin Mu feel a little relieved was that there were more than a dozen people from different surnames who lived in seclusion with the Qin family. Originally, he thought that the Qin city was full of the Qin family, and weren’t all the people from close relatives?

Among the most special people in different surnames, the Li family.
Chapter completed!