Chapter 1075

"Yes, if my grandfather is still alive, he would never want this place to be transformed into a hotel!" Feng Xun nodded, looking at the sky still early, and asked with a smile to the seventh day of the summer: "now the sun is not setting, do you want to go back to rest or go to the cemetery to see your grandfather?"

"It's rare for me to come back with you. Let's go to your family's cemetery together." The seventh day of the summer answered with a smile.

Feng Xun nodded slightly and asked the driver to stop the car at the nearest place to the cemetery. He got off the car with the seventh day of the summer and walked directly towards the cemetery behind the castle.

Through a piece of grass, the gate of the cemetery is very delicate. The iron gate is coated with a layer of antirust material, and the seal of the family emblem is clearly printed on the door. Even after a lot of wind and rain, it still has some majestic momentum.

The grass in the cemetery hasn't been repaired for some time. It seems to be overgrown with weeds. On the seventh day of the summer, I accidentally stepped on a branch that fell to the ground, making a creaking sound, and almost tripped at my feet.

Feng Xun holds Xia's hand on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year and tells her to be careful of her feet. Her brow is slightly wrinkled: "it seems that the person in charge of weeding is lazy again, so that the weeds in the cemetery grow like this..."

"Probably see you don't come back, so relaxed..." early summer seven low sigh, looking at the weeds, by wind and rain erosion, there is no such bright stele, there are statues on the stele, can't help but full of emotion.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xun heard a low sigh from her and asked, "is it uncomfortable to stay here?"

"No, your family cemetery is very big. I look at such a big piece of land, and there are many weeds. The statues beside each tombstone have some feelings. No matter how bright they were, they can't take any away after they die. The best ending is to set up a large stone tablet and carve an epitaph on it."

On the seventh day of the Xia Dynasty, he pointed to the epitaph on one of the stones and said to Feng Xun, "look, this epitaph says, how happy is life and how bitter is death..."

Feng Xun looked along the direction of her finger, and saw that there was a famous ancestor on the tombstone. At that time, there was no camera, so there was no head portrait left. However, they made a statue according to the portrait, so that the future generations could remember their unique ancestor.

"This elder was proficient in various subjects, not only in painting and music, but also in architecture and manufacturing. A famous cold weapon in the history of Fengjia was invented by this elder, and also many inventions left by this elder, which made our Fengjia's status continue to rise!"

Feng Xun whispered about the past of his forefather on the seventh day of the summer. His words were heartfelt admiration.

"It turns out that he's so powerful, but the number of years above records that he died after only 40 years old. It's a pity that such a genius would sleep in the ground forever!" On the seventh day of the summer, I can't help taking out a handkerchief from my body, wiping the dust on the tombstone, stroking the statue on the tombstone, as if I could see how glorious the ancestor Feng Xun was.

From the statue in memory of her ancestors, she can even see clearly the similarities between Feng Xun and the statue, and feel closer in her heart.

"Well, I heard my father mention that this ancestor died peacefully without fear of death. He even asked to leave this epitaph from Chuang Tzu. I don't know whether he was talking about his own life or he wanted to use this epitaph to warn us to seal our family for future generations!"

On the seventh day of the summer, when Feng Xun said this, he stopped wiping the statue and asked hesitantly, "Feng Xun, why did your ancestor die?"

"The arrow pierced his chest directly..." Feng Xun frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "it should be that our family was too powerful at the beginning, so it attracted people's jealousy, so it attracted people's conspiracy!"

"So it is..." at the beginning of summer, nodding at seven, sighing with regret, he continued to wipe the tombstone with his handkerchief, and said: "I think this elder left such an epitaph. Maybe he had guessed who killed him in his heart. He didn't want his descendants to help him revenge, so he would say such a word!"

Hearing that, Feng Xun suddenly realized something and shook his head and began to laugh.

"So it is, little girl. I didn't expect that you could understand the epitaph left by my ancestors for so many years!" Feng Xun said here, holding her hand and helping her wipe the dust on the statue, youyou said: "it's a pity that he was killed. How can my family sit back and ignore him?"

He didn't go on. On the seventh day of the summer, he could guess what happened later. It was probably revenge, the rise and fall of the family

"Feng Xun, in fact, it's not surprising that your family avenged the death of their ancestors..." the seventh day of Xia Dynasty could only comfort him. However, Feng Xun seemed to have thought of something, but he was absorbed in it for a moment. He didn't even listen to what the seventh day of Xia Dynasty said.

"Feng Xun, Feng Xun?" On the seventh day of the summer, he seemed to be thinking about something. He patted his arm and called him several times.

Feng Xun returned to his mind and said with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, I just thought of another thing. I accidentally fell in love with it..."

"What do you remember?" The seventh day of the summer asked curiously.

"As for the relationship between my family and the rose cross, I wonder if it is because of the assassination of this outstanding ancestor that our family is getting closer and closer to the rose cross, hoping to rely on them to protect the heirs of the family!"

Feng Xun said thoughtfully. At the beginning of summer, he was stunned. He thought of his mother who was also sleeping underground. After a moment's silence, he slowly said, "maybe it is..."

At the beginning of summer, Feng Xun held her hand and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it. It reminds you of your mother's death again..."

"Nothing, I just didn't expect that my mother had indirect connection with your family at the beginning!" On the seventh day of the summer, he shook his head and gave a smile. Without waiting for Feng Xun to reply, he proposed with a smile: "while the sun is still not setting, let's go to see your grandfather's tomb."

Feng Xun answers with a low voice and takes her through a road paved with stones to his grandfather's cemetery. Different from his predecessors, Feng Xun's tombstone does not have any statue. The style of the huge tombstone is simple. The black-and-white photos on it can clearly show his cold and solemn face, which is similar to Feng Xun's facial features but more dignified.

Looking at this picture on the seventh day of the summer, you can see how tough and serious his personality is even if you don't see him personally.