The old man stopped in a daze and understood the fear in Ling Luoyu's eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched, he raised the axe in his hand and pointed it behind her: "That..."

Ling Luoyu took a look at him nervously and carefully. A pile of wood that had been split halfway through the incident, and quickly moved to the side with tactfulness.

The old man also circled around for a while, and then walked towards the firewood after a certain distance from her.

Perhaps to ease the awkward and tense atmosphere, he stood up a piece of wood and said in a deep voice.

"Hide away and be careful that the wood chips will collapse you again."

"oh……"

Ling Luoyu moved back obediently and looked silently at the black building not far away.

The construction style of the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall is somewhat the European and American style she saw in her previous life.

On the top of the round tower, the black spire towers are towering straight up to the sky.

"Grandpa, where is that place? It looks a bit scary." Ling Luoyu stumbled.

"The ancestral hall!"

"The ancestral hall?" Ling Luoyu frowned: "Didn't it mean that the ancestral hall of the Zhao family... is there another place? Why are there any ancestral halls here?"

"This is the foundation of the Zhao family..." The old man's axe fell, his expression was a little lost, and his eyes were straight in front of him: "What a pity, the unfilial descendants have forgotten that this is the foundation of the Zhao family! Little do they know... If the Zhao family is gone, the Zhao family... will look like the rivers and water, and they will eventually be divided into small streams, and will never have the same climate as they used to be!"

Ling Luoyu took a sip of hot water and looked cute: "I heard from my uncle that the Zhao family... will not be defeated...so he sent me to the Zhao family, saying that as long as I am in the Zhao family, I will not be starved to death!"

"Will it not be defeated?" The old man sneered: "In the world, prosperity will decline. This eternal truth... No matter any dynasty or family, after it reaches its peak, it will decline... Even the royal family has the same rule! This is the game rule of heaven... No kind of dedication and sacrifice can last forever!"

The following sentence is very meaningful.

Ling Luoyu looked sideways, and Tamsui's eyes swept towards the old ancestral hall: "I heard that there is a ancestor of the Zhao family who has entered the ninth sect and served the Buddha... You are not talking about his dedication and sacrifice, right?"

The old man's eyes looked wrong in an instant: "You...how do you know?"

Ling Luoyu had an innocent face: "Grandpa, everyone knows this, but I am not alone... What's wrong? This matter... is very secret, can't you tell me?"

She covered her mouth with a look of shock.

"Oh, what should I do? I've said it... I won't be beaten to death, right?"

The old man's face changed a few times. He suddenly raised his axe and slashed down vigorously: "Drink water, let's go after drinking!"

Obviously, he didn't want to discuss this topic.

Ling Luoyu lowered his eyes and was about to drink someone, but his eyes sank, slowly turned his eyes and looked in the direction of the Taolin.

At the same time, the old man also felt something and slowly got up and turned to look.

In the direction of the Taolin, a figure was walking over staggeringly.

That way, it's a bit embarrassing.

It seemed that it was ruined by Taolin.

And the other party also saw the two of them at that time.

At that moment, he looked at Ling Luoyu.

“…”

“…”

After the two looked at each other, they tacitly looked away.
Chapter completed!