Article 586

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"Welcome young master."

He could still vaguely hear rumbling shouts in his ears, and everyone knelt down. He walked up the mountain road, and he could see his father preparing for the sacrifice at the ancestral temple at the top.

"Mr. Nangong, please forgive me for hurting Chun Beiqiu. The war is imminent and we cannot delay it. You'd better open the barrier as soon as possible so that we can enter and slay the demons to defend the road."

Nangong Si turned his head, and the person speaking was Huang Xiaoyue.

During the heyday of the Confucianism Sect, this kind of person would not dare to fight back even if Nangong Si slapped him with a dozen slaps for no reason.

Today, you can stand in front of his ancestral grave, boo and glare at him, and show off your power.

Nangong Si endured it, he had to endure it.

The molar bite caused pain, but I had to try my best to endure it.

"Everyone, step back." He said, and came to the mountain gate alone.

There stood two tomb gods made of evil spirits, one on the left and one on the right. Their toes alone were as big as a five or six year old child. These two statues have three faces, either kind or angry, holding magic weapons in their hands and bracelets around their arms. But the strange thing is that these statues usually have wide-open eyes, but their eyes are closed and frowning. The frown between his eyebrows looks a bit weird.

Without blinking, Nangong Si pierced the tip of his finger with an arrow in his sleeve, drew a spell on the evil spirit stone, and then said: "Nangong Si, the seventh generation blood clan member of the Confucian Feng Sect, pays my respects."

Rumble——

The ground shook.

Some strange people exclaimed: "Open your eyes! That statue!"

Mo Ran stood in the crowd and looked up.

If the situation wasn't tense, he really wanted to tell that person: It's not that statue, it's those two statues.

The two tomb gods, one on the left and one on the right, opened their eyes. Their eyes were amber, with narrow pupils, like the eyes of a snake.

The statue on the left spoke slowly, and the sound was like a loud bell, with a lingering buzz: "Nangong Si, do you remember by heart the seven precepts of Confucianism?"

Nangong Si said: "Being greedy, resentful, cheating, killing, robbing and plundering are the seven things I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do."

Behind me, Huang Xiaoyue sneered: "What you say is better than what you sing."

Not only Huang Xiaoyue, but also many people were saying in their hearts that these seven don'ts are really the biggest irony of today's Confucianism sect.

The statue on the right then spoke, with a distant voice, as if it came from eternity: "Nangong Si, there is a bright mirror hanging high above, and a vast yellow spring below. Are you walking in the world with a clear conscience?"

"With a clear conscience."

These two paragraphs are the questions and answers that Nangong Si has written since childhood. No matter who is in the Nangong family, as long as they step into the Tomb of Heroes, they must first go through these two questions and answer these two answers.

The first ancestors of the Confucianism Sect set these two questions in the hope that the descendants of the family would remember the teachings of their ancestors and reflect on themselves when they went up the mountain to worship.

At this moment, Nangong Si couldn't help but think, when his father came here to worship every winter solstice, when he answered these two questions, did he ever feel the slightest touch or the slightest guilt?

Or really just treat this question and answer as a mechanical key, a talisman to open the barrier of Jiaoshan, nothing more.

The barrier is open.

The two standing stone statues suddenly shook slowly and changed their postures, eventually becoming one kneeling on one knee and one on the right.

"Respectfully invite me, master, to come into the mountain."

Nangong Si stood with his back to everyone for a while, and no one could see the expression on his face, not even Ye Wangxi.

Only Nao Baijin was whimpering in his quiver, and his snow-white claws came out to pick at the edge of the quiver: "Miwu, miwuwu——"

"come in."

Nangong Si finally said these three concise words, and then took the lead and stepped into the Jiaoshan Mountain area.

Xue Zhengyong unlocked his silencing spell and asked: "Do I still need to be careful about what I say and do here?"

"No need." Nangong Si said, "The reason for being cautious in words and deeds is in the area of ​​Panlong Mountains. In fact, it is also to prevent some people with malicious intentions towards Rufeng Sect from entering the mountains. When they arrived here, Jiaolong decided that the person who came was not an enemy. , then I won’t worry about my words anymore.”

But even if he said this, many people still felt sad and refused to say anything. They just followed Nangong Si up the mountain in silence. Every three hundred meters along the line, there are two totem stone carvings of the twelve zodiac signs standing on the left and right. First there are two male and female rats, then two male and female oxen, tiger and rabbit... Starting from the hillside, it is the burial place of the heroes of the Confucianism Sect. .

These heroes were laid to rest in Jiaoshan Mountain in ascending order according to their lifetime contributions.

The first place they came to was the lowest burial ground.

Here stands an eight-foot-tall piece of white jade, which is full of color and engraved with a person's name, with four handwritten words "Loyal Soul" on the top.

"I heard that the loyal servants of the Nangong family who died here are buried here." Xue Meng whispered to Mo Ran, "There is always a Qianlai number."

He was right. This mountainous area was so densely packed with graves that there was no end in sight.

Shi Mo said worriedly: "What if all these thousands of servants get up? The Nangong family's servants are all very skilled. I'm afraid they can keep them busy for a while."

Xue Meng hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shh, you are crazy, bah bah bah, don't be a crow-"

Mo Ran said gloomily beside him: "I'm afraid it's really not a crow's mouth."

"Hey, bitch, where are you going?"

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