The Book of Heaven

Chapter 122 Shocking News
Looking at Ma Yunhong's old face, Ma Zheng resented himself again, why didn't he have a good martial arts, so that he could be regarded as disrespectful, no, an old man without a little common sense, and beat him up!
"this one?"

Clenching his fists, Ma Zheng asked as calmly as possible.

"Of course it's not just this, there is another question, who told you that there is a stick in the ancestral hall?"

Asking this question, Ma Yunhong put away his laughing expression and became extremely solemn.

Didn't Ma Detu say that everyone knows that there is a stick used by the ancestor Ma Chao enshrined in the Ma family ancestral hall?Could it be that Ma Detu made up this matter?Even that story was fabricated by Ma De Tuxing?

Although Ma Detu is a complete alcoholic in Ma Zheng's eyes, it is precisely because this guy drinks too much that he must hurt his brain, so making up stories should not be his strong point.

If Ma Detu is not making up stories, then where is the problem?

Judging from Ma Yunhong's serious face, there may be some problems with the stick.

"Grandpa, well, if I say that person's name, will you blame him?"

"That depends on who it is!"

Even under the gloomy twilight of the ancestral hall, Ma Zheng still felt that Ma Yunhong's face was extremely uncomfortable, as if he was hiding some huge secret.

Ma Yunhong has lived for hundreds of years, so it is said that he should have developed a good ability to hide his joy and deeds, but if you want to blame Ma Zheng's identity and appearance are too confusing, even if Ma Yunhong lived in three digits A person of his age would not guess that what is hidden in the skin of the little fresh meat is a dark soul that has experienced the setbacks of later generations.

It is naturally difficult to draw conclusions based on Ma Yunhong's words alone, but Ma Zheng is good at analysis, starting from Ma Yunhong's identity and responsibilities, and then to the stinky face in front of him, he quickly weaves a rough outline.

Even Ma Zheng didn't dare to believe the final conclusion. If it wasn't because of Ma Yunhong's repeated pressing, Ma Zheng really couldn't say it.

"Grandpa, can't the stick be lost?"

Before Ma Zheng finished speaking, his ears were filled with howling ghosts and howling wolves. Ma Yunhong in front of him was motionless, but his hair and beard were floating for no reason, and his clothes and trousers were rattling. The upper veil was also torn off by the whirlwind, and it flew up in the whirlwind.

"If you lose it, you lose it, so you don't want to kill people to silence it?"

In fact, Ma Zheng was very nervous, he really felt that Ma Yunhong wanted to kill someone, but if he was nervous and trembling at this time, it would not help the matter at all, the best way is to find a way to solve this problem for Ma Yunhong.

Sure enough, when Ma Zheng opened his mouth like this, the clouds stopped and the rain suddenly stopped, the strong wind died away and the sound stopped, only the scarf slowly fell in the sky.

"Zhu Zi is ignorant, that's all, this is the old man's fault, how can it be passed on to others."

It seems that Ma Yunhong's integrity has not been completely lost, and it is not entirely because of Ma Zheng's reminder that he gave up killing people.

"This girl should be an extremely important member of the Zhao family, right?"

Ma Yunhong changed the subject and fell on Zhao Shuying.

"Uncle, don't you know?"

Ma Zheng moved his body in a small range, which really scared him enough just now. Although he didn't suffer any injuries, his hands and feet were frozen for a long time, and he always felt that his bones were not strong enough.

"The old man guards the ancestral hall, and has never left the gate of the palace for sixty years."

One Jiazi stayed in the palace, to be precise, in this cold ancestral hall, this perseverance really made Ma Zheng admire.

In fact, Ma Zheng admired many people in his two lifetimes, but he thought it was impossible for him to learn from these people.

For example, whether it is ** or **, Wen Tianxiang, Yue Fei, etc. who are farther away.The reason why a nation can build a backbone is because of these strong names, but if Ma Zheng is replaced, he is sure that he can only shout in vain: A concubine can't do it.

Obviously, the reason why Ma Yunhong guarded Yijiazi here and kept it secret to the outside world was to protect the interests of the family and sacrifice for the family.

But judging from Ma Yunhong's reaction just now, he may have been a little dereliction of duty, and even played away his ancestor's stick.

That was the stick of the ancestors. As a man, his descendants lost the stick. Ma Zheng began to worry that Ma Yunhong would be woken up after sleeping in the ancestral hall after losing the stick all these years?
"The old man has already fasted, and there is no need to sleep."

"Uncle and grandpa are very skilled."

Ma Zheng flattered and gave a thumbs up, but Ma Yunhong couldn't make him smile.

"Let's talk about you guys. I'm afraid she's only in her early twenties, but she's actually able to set foot on Xiantian, and she's capable of splitting Yang sword and qi in one hand. As for you, although you're worse than her, you're about to unblock the eight meridians, right? Afterwards, the Great Zhou will run non-stop, just waiting for the exchange of gold and silver, you will be able to achieve great success.”

"Golden elixir? Uncle, we are practicing martial arts, not comprehension. Why did the golden elixir appear?"

"You don't even know about the great success of the golden elixir? Could it be that the frightening method in your hand is not the complete book?"

Seeing the astonishment on Ma Yunhong's face, Ma Zheng smiled wryly and said, "Grandpa, isn't there a first, second, and third layer of mind-crying techniques? So far, I have only seen the second and third layers below, but I haven't been able to see the whole picture."

Ma Zheng's words seemed to remind Ma Yunhong, he just nodded for a moment, "It seems that you are not a direct descendant of the big family, so the skills you have obtained are not complete, and this old man can't be an example, you should ask for more blessings. "

Speaking of this, Ma Yunhong changed the subject again, pointed at Ma Zheng and said, "The sixteen sword qi in your body, how did she force it in little by little?"

"Push it in a little bit?" Ma Zheng felt wronged and wanted to cry.

Ma Yunhong's kung fu is undoubtedly very clever, so clever that the cover-ups that the third uncle did for Ma Zheng were useless, so Ma Zheng made up his mind not to lie, but stated what happened three years ago one by one.

Of course, you can't talk about practicing "Yi Jin Jing", it's a violation of family rules, if you say it, Ma Yunhong may lose all his martial arts, and then Ma Zheng will be completely finished.

In fact, Ma Zheng's so-called confession is not true in many places, but three years before the incident, many details can be avoided by Ma Zheng saying that it has been too long to recall, and Ma Yunhong can only rely on what Ma Zheng said. Speaking of restoring the truth, this truth is naturally not a [-]% truth.

"It seems that you are lucky to be adopted by Dao Ming as a adopted son, but my Ma family should be like this. The capable go up and the mediocre go down. You can step from a layman to the top of the third-rate in half a year, but you are better than the old man." It was much stronger back then."

Ma Yunhong's frankness surprised Ma Zheng, he thought that this old man would only care about his own face.

"Well, Uncle, can we continue talking about the stick? Actually, this is a story that Brother Detu told me out of boredom when I was in Zhuangziying. The little one never thought of taking it for himself, but just admired it. The heroic appearance of the ancestors, I just want to take a look, touch them, maybe I can get some of the bravery of the ancestors."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? If you open your eyes and talk nonsense, I'll slap you to death!"

Ma Yunhong stared at him, Ma Zheng immediately smirked and dispelled it, with a pair of innocent eyes, showing his admiration for Confucianism.

He was also hitting the right shot. Ma Yunhong lived alone in the ancestral hall for a period of sixty years, and he couldn't see his younger generation look like this.

"Forget it, since it's fate that you bumped in, this old man will give you a chance, too"

"It's also a chance for you, uncle!"

Ma Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, he knew that he might really save his life this trip.

(End of this chapter)