Zhao Fan held Lin Qianqian in his arms, and he and Zhao Yan ascended into the sky, as if they were teleporting so fast that they did not use any means of concealment and none of the residents below noticed. In a few breaths, the three of them arrived in the clouds and landed on the back of the Sky-Screaming Demon Eagle.
"Dad, where is my mother's grave?" Zhao Fan asked solemnly.
"That's where Ling'er and I first met." Zhao Yan's eyes warmed up and he fell into memories, with a slight smile on his lips. "But what we have to do today is to move her grave first. , placed in the Zhao family’s ancestral mausoleum.”
Normally, in the Yinmen family, except for the eldest wife of the family head, other married women are not eligible to enter the ancestral mausoleum.
Especially those like Bai Ling'er who brought trouble to the clan.
However, the situation is completely different now.
First, Zhao Yan has become the leader of the Zhao family, and the Zhao family has just been cleaned up. Even if he is not the head of the family, there will be no objection.
Second, as the saying goes, the mother is more valuable than the child, so Bai Ling'er gave birth to such a terrifying genius as Zhao Fan for the Zhao family. If she is qualified, then who else is qualified? !
Therefore, Zhao Yan could no longer suppress the idea that he had had twenty years ago. Once the Shenji Sect was destroyed, he couldn't wait to move the tomb to the ancestral mausoleum.
From Zhao Fan's point of view, this is a matter of course. If he had not recognized his ancestors and returned to the clan, he might still object. Today, the Zhao family has entered a new chapter and is no longer the same person who was rotten from top to bottom. of rotten wood.
In this way, it took nearly two hours to finally reach the destination.
It was a small town with elegant scenery in the south.
On the riverside at the edge of the town, there is a bamboo house surrounded by a fence.
Although no one lives in this bamboo garden, it seems to have been taken care of for many years. It is spotless, not even a spider web can be seen, and the courtyard door is locked with a stone.
There was a small house not far away, with smoke curling up from the kitchen, as if someone was cooking.
"Xiaoba, are you there?" Zhao Yan stood outside the bamboo courtyard, motioned to his son and daughter-in-law to wait a moment, then turned his head and shouted to the small house.
The next moment, the door opened.
A young man dressed as a farmer ran out to take a look, and then he was stunned on the ground. He looked at this side and asked in disbelief: "Uncle Yan?"
"it's me."
Zhao Yan made a move and said enthusiastically: "Come here quickly."
The young man named Xiaoba wiped the dirt on his hands with his clothes while running, and soon stood in front of the former, his eyes like out-of-control floodgates, tears falling down: "Uncle Yan!"
"Well, you've changed a lot. I almost don't recognize you anymore." Zhao Yan raised his hand and touched the other person's head twice, "I've suffered a lot for you these years."
"It's not bitter, it's not bitter." Xiaoba cried and laughed, but he didn't feel aggrieved at all.
"This is my son, Zhao Fan, and this is his mother-in-law, Lin Qianqian." Zhao Yan held one by one and introduced them.
"Zhao Fan..."
Xiaoba was stunned when he heard this, "Is it the young master?"
"Dad, who is he?" Zhao Fan was puzzled.
"This child is seven years older than you. He was an orphan who was rescued by Ling'er from the traffickers." Zhao Yan explained with a smile: "Then he worked with her doing odd jobs. After we got married, we followed him. He is a motivated and sensible child of the Zhao family, and he is also talented in martial arts. No one has taught him in the past twenty years, but with the skills I taught him, he has reached the peak of a master, half a step away from becoming a martial artist."
Zhao Fan looked at the young man. This kind of talent can only be said to be average in the Hidden Sect. It is equivalent to an ordinary disciple of a first-rate force and a genius among the weaker third-rate forces. But to the outside world, it is a first-class genius.
