Central China, Pinghu Mountain.

Not far behind the mountain is a wonderful Feng Shui treasure land, which hides wind and water, and the mountains and rivers meet, and the Mingtang is open.

According to the Feng Shui Master, if someone is buried here, he will definitely be blessed with his descendants and his family will prosper.

There is indeed a grave here.

This tomb belongs to the Xiahou family, a large family that has been prosperous for a hundred years here!

This day, evening.

The red clouds are all over the sky, the clouds are floating, and the breeze is rolling the fallen leaves, which makes the dismal feeling here more and more obvious.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the tomb.

The man was tall and slender, standing in place as tall as a pine tree, and standing alone like a mountain.

The long hair at waist spreads behind the back, and the hairs are delicate. They are as dark as ink, but they reflect a little golden light in the afterglow of the sunset, which is extremely magical.

This person is Sun Heng who came from afar.

In front of him was Xiahou Sheng's tomb.

This tomb was not established by Sun Heng, but has existed for a long time, and the number of years has even exceeded one Jiazi.

But in the past, there were no corpses in this tomb.

Xiahou Sheng seemed to have caused some trouble back then and was chased by someone. Although he was resurrected by the black coffin, he did not inform others in order not to harm his family.

Later, he took revenge. Decades had passed, and things changed, and he did not reveal his identity to the Xiahou family again.

This empty tomb was not released into the body by Sun Heng a few years ago.

"Sher..."

The dark paper flies in the wind, but cannot escape the burning fate. The blue smoke floats out, which also attracts the attention of the tomb guards in the distance.

“Who is there?”

The shouting sound was green and seemed to be trembling with its thighs.

The sound of footsteps moved immediately, and the shouts continued: "This is the ancestral tomb of our Xiahou family. I tell you, don't make trouble here! Otherwise, there will be no good fruits for you!"

"Are you from the Xiahou family?"

The dark paper in Sun Heng's hand spontaneously ignited without fire. Although he had not looked back, the sound floated into the young man's ears very clearly.

"Of course!"

It seemed that he knew that there was a living person in the grave. The young man became brave and said with a strong heart: "My name is Xiahou Chun, and my grandfather is the head of the Xiahou family today."

Sun Heng chuckled: "Your grandfather is the head of the family, but you came here to guard the ancestral grave. It seems that you have made a lot of mistakes?"

"That's them who framed me!"

The young man screamed in anger, and even tears appeared in his eyes: "It was clearly not what I did, but they said I did it!"

"Yeah?"

Sun Heng refused to comment.

The young man held a stick in his hand and pointed at Sun Heng with anger: "You don't believe me either?"

Sun Heng turned around, glanced at him, and said, "I believe it."

The young man named Xiahou Chun in front of him had beautiful eyes and must be thirteen or fourteen years old.

He has a strong foundation in martial arts practice, but he is not experiencing worldly affairs and does not know how to hide his emotions at all. His distracted consciousness is full of grievances and unwillingness.

With Sun Heng's powerful soul power, he could tell the truth and falsehood of what he said.

"real?"

Upon hearing this, Xiahou Chun was stunned.

In a family, the cousin who was closest to him chose to believe him, and even his parents did not stand on his side.

I never thought that an outsider would believe in him.

"Thanks!"

He thanked him sincerely, and put down the stick he raised in his hand, but when he blinked his eyes, he came to his senses and shouted at Sun Heng with a blushing face: "Don't think of bullying me as young as I am! I said, who are you? Why are you here?"

Sun Heng shook his head with a funny look: "You don't have to be so nervous, I'm here to visit my old friend."

"Old friend?"

Xiahou Chun was stunned and saw the burning ashes of the dark paper behind Sun Heng, but his eyes swept over the words on the tombstone, but he looked confused again.

"My grandfather has passed away for so many years. Will you be his old friend?"

"No?"

Sun Heng stepped forward and said, "I got some things left by him and came to pay tribute. Is there any problem?"

"snort!"

As if she saw that Sun Heng had no malice, Xiahou Chun snorted coldly, put down the stick in his hand, and said, "Let me tell you, this is our forbidden area. If outsiders want to come, at least my uncle needs to agree."

"I see."

Sun Heng nodded: "I'm rude!"

"never mind!"

Xiahou Chun waved his hand and said generously: "I don't think you look like a bad person either. The so-called ignorant person is innocent. Forget it this time, but you can remember some rules next time."

"certainly."

Sun Heng nodded, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly stopped and looked at Xiahou Chun: "Little brother, are you familiar with the capital?"

"It's so familiar!"

Xiahou Chun nodded and said, "I spent several years in the capital when I was a child, and I often went there these years."

"That's how it works!"

Sun Heng looked at Xiahou Chun, pondered for a moment, and said, "Little brother, I have something to do to go to the capital, but I am not familiar with the road. Can you help me lead a way?"

“Let’s lead?”

Wen Xiahou Chun waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no! I still have to guard the ancestral tomb here and cannot leave."

"You said too, you were wronged."

Sun Heng said, "Since it is wrong, why do you still have to be punished? Why do you want to follow me and take it as a relaxing moment."

His voice was gentle, but it seemed to be extremely convincing. When Xiahou Chun heard this, he immediately looked struggling.

"But...but if I leave, grandpa and the others will be even more angry?"

"Then are you willing to do this?"

Sun Heng said: "Think about those who frame you, they are afraid that you want you to stay here so that they can have a smooth life."

"them……"

Xiahou Chun was stunned and then his face changed: "Yes, I just can't let them succeed!"

He focused his attention and looked at Sun Heng: "I can lead you to Beijing, but I have no money."

"Since you are asked to lead the way, I will naturally pay for the expenses along the way."

Sun Heng chuckled and continued to move forward: "And, I should pay you."

"remuneration?"

Xiahou Chun waved his hand with an arrogant look and said, "There is no need. Since you are here to pay tribute to my ancestors, you are our Xiahou family's friends. How can you ask for your money for this little thing?"

"I am worthy of being the grandson of the head of the family, grand!

Sun Heng smiled and praised: "This way, I also understand some martial arts. Why not teach you how to do it?"

"In this way, it can be regarded as a thank you for Xiahou Sheng's gift."

"You know martial arts?"

Xiahou Chun glanced at Sun Heng in a little surprised, shook his head and said, "I didn't see it!"

Sun Heng has an ordinary appearance and a weak aura. He is like ordinary people while walking, and at most he has a very different demeanor on his body.

Not to mention Xiahou Chun, even if the head of the Xiahou family comes, he would probably not think that he is proficient in martial arts.

Sun Heng looked modest: "I understand a little, understand a little!"

"That's OK!"

Xiahou Chun raised his head and said, "But my Hunyuan Heart Art is famous for moving mountain sticks, so I may not be able to see your skills."

"hehe……"

Sun Heng shook his head and said, "The so-called stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. Even if you don't like my skills, it can be used as a reference for practicing your own martial arts."

Xiahou Chun paused and nodded, "This sentence is reasonable."
To be continued...