"Shh, whisper, go out and don't talk nonsense."

"I know, isn't this a place? I've been going all the way."

Mrs. Li seemed to have not heard it and continued to say with a stern face:

"Also, it would be very bad for you to sign up for a name in the inn lobby yesterday. What if you are thinking about it? This is not Hebei, it is all savages from the Southern Barbarians, but it may not necessarily be a gift from our Fanyang Lu family. You, you are always impulsive to do things.

Just like your father-"

Lu Jinghong held the sword, turned his face away, and said in a deep voice:

"If my mother just wants to Laola, why don't you say it earlier? I'll go to Luoyang directly and let you talk enough. If I come here alone, I won't let my mother go along the way. Anyway, you always dislike the child. It's better to continue as far away as before. Anyway, don't look up like you now, and you'll see him without looking down. All of them are pure-"

Mrs. Li's eyebrows are raised:

"You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about? You are not afraid of the underground ancestors hearing it, right?"

Lu Jinghong lowered his head and said nothing.

No one expected that the mother and son, who were originally here to find their ancestors to burn incense, had a fight in front of the ancestral tomb in the wilderness.

Mrs. Li is not as calm as outsiders.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Mrs. Li took a deep breath and reached out to touch the corner of her upright son in front of her, her tone softened a little:

"Okay, my mother comes with you. In addition to wanting to accompany you more, she is also afraid that you will be impulsive. If you come alone, how can you feel at ease?"

Lu Jinghong looked up and immediately refuted:

"I heard that my aunt was traveling alone in Tiannan and came to worship her ancestors? Why can't the child do it?"

Mrs. Li was a little silent.

Lu Jinghong's tone was a bit irritating:

"And the man who credited the knife said that this is the opportunity for the child, not your mother. You come here to worship your ancestors and treat me like an unweaned little kid. It may even ruin the child's Feng Shui fortune."

Mrs. Li pondered for a moment:

"Don't worry, it won't ruin your luck. There are some things that my mother can't tell you for the time being. Anyway, my mother will definitely be beneficial to you if she comes with you.

"In addition, the so-called opportunity left by the knife-maker, my mother can actually guess some of the so-called opportunity, but she doesn't know whether this opportunity is a blessing or a disaster for you."

The woman looked around and seemed a little absent-minded.

Lu Jinghong turned around in confusion:

"What does that mean? Didn't that knife-maker leave a message saying that after I went south to worship my ancestors, burn incense in front of the grave, I could get great opportunities, be reborn, and see the top style of the world's swordsmanship. After I go back, can I lead my Fanyang Lu family to revive the prosperous?

"Isn't this a blessing? Could it be that this knife-maker still has something to hide and say?"

Mrs. Li stared at him quietly for a while:

"It's not that simple to rise to the prosperity of the Fanyang Lu family. Your father didn't do it, nor did your rebellious and willful aunt. He even almost pulled the Fanyang Lu family into a land of no return, do you know how much the price is?"

Lu Jinghong nodded and said confidently:

"It's very simple. I, Lu Jinghong, isn't it just that I am Lu Jinghong, but I have to learn sword skills like my aunt, and be better. When I go back to Hebei, I will see who dares to underestimate us. I will take a sword and go to reason, but it's not like my father and uncle. They are just too silly. It's useless to just read the books of sages. I still have to have a sword in my hand. This is the truth."

Mrs. Li shook her head helplessly:

"The truth? Do you think you have a tripod sword? You dare to say that the sword in your hand is the truth."

"My mother has been staying at her grandfather's house in Luoyang for a long time and is so old-fashioned."

Lu Jinghong raised his chin proudly:

"And who said that the child didn't have the chance to get the tripod sword? I can't say that the great opportunity in the mouth of the knife-maker this time is just a tripod sword!"

Mrs. Li looked at her son for a while and sighed:

"Do you know that everything has a price. If you take the opportunity, you owe the person who credits the knife. The greater the opportunity, the greater the owed it. If the opportunity is really a sword, the more you want, the more you want."

Lu Jinghong frowned and said unhappy:

"It's not that I'm sending the opportunity to the door, I just talk, or it's a little confused. It's like a fortune teller in the world, a knife-maker, who is just a businessman, just like a stinky businessman, that's the money you'll have to give it to him."

Mrs. Li said calmly:

"Who said it's not a business? Jinghong, in this world, seven points are a business, two points are a force to win, and one point is a bad fate that can't be cut and messy. There are roughly these three types.

Lu Jinghong was a little absent-minded.

Mrs. Li suddenly said:

"If you insist on contacting the young maid in the inn yesterday, it would probably be a bad fate."

"What does mom mean, the child doesn't understand."

Lu Jinghong shook his head, his tone seemed to be a little indifferent:

"What a stubborn move? The child is just a glance, and it's not just a child."

Mrs. Li smiled faintly: "You are very similar to your father, and you are just as stubborn as your father when he met me."

Lu Jinghong was a little excited, lowered his head to take out the yellow paper, put it in front of the grave, and started to burn it.

Mrs. Li also squatted down to help, and also took out three incense sticks from her bag.

As she lowered her head and lighted the incense, she said lightly:

"Don't blame Nianglaola for men and women. It is important to know that barren land cannot produce beautiful flowers. You can use your brain and think about it carefully."

Lu Jinghong didn't know if he heard it.

The mother and son calmed down and burned incense and worshiped their ancestors silently.

Not far away, behind an inconspicuous tree, Ouyang Rong returned and listened quietly for a while.

He silently looked at the backs of the mother and son in front of the tomb surrounded by green smoke.

They did not have spiritual energy cultivation, so Lu Jinghong was a little bit refining, but he was not enough to see Ouyang Rong, a seventh-grade qi refiner.

After eavesdropping for a long time, Ouyang Rong didn't quite understand the knife-maker. It sounded like a fortune teller, but he probably understood the meaning between the mother and son's words.

However, Ouyang Rong's eyes passed over the figures of Mrs. Li and her son, and landed on the three small earthblocks in front of them.

Ouyang Rong is not very interested in their chances, unless it is really a tripod sword or sword technique, or the thunder technique that Ouyang Rong currently needs.

In addition, the opportunity the mother and son are looking for should not conflict with the relics he is looking for.

If it were anything else, Ouyang Rong would not have much malice.

The main reason is that Mrs. Li is really generous and fair in giving money, and there is also a reason to be embarrassed.

If it is really confirmed that Lu Changgeng’s tomb is ahead, Ouyang Rongba will probably dig out the ancestral tomb of someone else.

As soon as they burned incense to worship their ancestors, they were dug up their ancestral graves and uncovered the coffin boards. No matter how they thought, they were a little "hell". The most important thing is that they were led by their descendants themselves.

Ouyang Rong silently recited two words of Amitabha in his heart.

At this time, in front of the grave, Lu Jinghong changed his kneeling posture, took a pot of wine, and poured it on one of the tombstones.

The wine washed away a lot of dust from the tombstone, revealing the vermilion-falling lettering on it.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head slightly, and with sharp eyes, he saw the tombstone on the left, with words such as "Lu Changgeng" engraved. In addition, there were a lot of epitaphs.

After such a high-ranking family, even if they migrate to a foreign land and fall into ruin, the specifications of the tombstones after death are strictly in accordance with the Confucian etiquette and law, with names, birth and death on the monument.

Having confirmed that Lu Changgen's tomb was in it, Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, turned around, and prepared to leave and wait for others on the Yedu fishing boat.

Anyway, the things must be in the tomb, so the mother and son wouldn't dig their own ancestral graves to find opportunities, that would be too filial.

Since Cui Hao's token cannot be removed, the location of the grave has been determined, so there is no need to stay for a long time.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong Yuguang saw Mrs. Li standing up and handed Lu Jinghong three incense sticks solemnly.

The latter's face also became serious. After taking the incense, he knelt down in front of the tomb in a regular manner, and kowtowed "broken" and "broken".

It is a great ceremony for ancestor worship of three bows and nine bows.

Ouyang Rong remembered what the mother and son said, "The Swordsman said," and he paused slightly and watched.

After some bows and worship, Lu Jinghong inserted three incense sticks in front of the tomb, and after the service.

He looked around with some anticipation.

The forest is empty and the cold wind is gentle.

The old locust tree behind the tomb casts shade, covering Lu Jinghong and his son, and the leaves sway in the cold wind, making rustling sounds.

The atmosphere was quiet.

Lu Jinghong licked his lips and looked at his mother.

Compared to him who was a little anxious, Mrs. Li was squatting gracefully, lowering her head to clean up the flying yellow paper and other items, and stuffing it back into her bag.

When Ouyang Rong saw this scene, he remembered that when he first discovered the merit tower, he was so eager to look forward to his status after exchanging the first few blessings.

However, he has a mysterious and wonderful merit tower. Facts have proved that blessings are indeed effective, and they are often realized in unexpected places. When analyzing is unexpected and reasonable, he has to accept it.

But why did Lu Jinghong and his son believe so firmly in the proverbs of the knife-maker?
To be continued...