Chapter 1793

Walking into Tiandi City side by side, chen fan did not immediately go to Tiandi cult, but went to the void crack with Weng Yan.

There is the place where his father buried his bones. As a son of man, Chen Fanli should go to mourn for him!

Although he has no memory of his father, this does not mean that Chen fan is a cold-blooded man. In fact, once he steps into Tiandi City, chen fan can feel a call.

The call of a force of blood!

After inquiring along the road, and finally even after using the transmission array to travel, chen fan and Weng Yan finally arrived at the place where the void cracks.

Between heaven and earth, a huge purple crack was revealed.

Around the void crack, space and time are all emerging into beams of light, entangled with each other, flowing, and occasionally struck by streamers, which seems to add some beauty to the most ferocious place in Kyushu.

When we see the void crack, there are obviously fewer people here, but occasionally we can see those who come to mourn for a long time. We don't know what we are thinking about.

Chen Fan noticed that Weng Yan was obviously sad after he came here, and his look was sad. He seemed to think of many past events.

"When the young Lord was just born, his majesty didn't practice for a few days when he was happy. He took the old slave and told him for a long time how to teach you to be a qualified emperor in the future."

"I want you to study the Scriptures during the day and practice all night at night, but I'm afraid that it will be too tiring for the young master. Finally, you can only sit in the study for one day and one night, and write down thousands of words about the young master's study plan for the next ten years."

"It's just a pity..." Weng Yan seemed to be choking, and tears began to flow in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, before the plan could be implemented, his majesty came to Zhongzhou, and the young master was taken away. Only the old slave was left with grief."

"Uncle Weng, everything is over and it will be OK. I think even my father doesn't want to see you crying like that."

This sentence is more effective than any other elixir in the world. Weng Yan's expression was repeated and he immediately wiped the tear marks on the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

"The little Lord is right, your majesty. He doesn't like old slaves crying. He says that they are weeping, like a woman."

"But the old slave is not a man."

When talking about some things of that year, Weng Yan was making fun of himself, but his eyes were full of joy.

It can be seen that he really missed Chen Xuanli and the man who pulled him in despair.

"Let's go and have a look."

Chen Fan said, go ahead first, where he found a stone tablet.

When they came to the stone tablet, they could not go on. There seemed to be a wall blocking the pace.

This distance is very close to the void crack, and even looking inside, it seems that you can see the figure inside through the crack and feel something moving.

Taking back his eyes temporarily, chen fan noticed the stone tablet beside him.

The stone tablet is probably more than one person high. It is made of the best spirit stone. It is carried by the lower part. On the stone tablet, there are only two characters.

Shenzong!

In addition, there is no inscription.

The word "Shenzong" refers to Chen Xuanli, chen fan's father.

At that time, Chen Xuanli was elected to be emperor. After he went to Zhongzhou, he was given the posthumous title of Shenzong.

Therefore, this tablet is obviously built in memory of Chen Fan's father.

It's just puzzling that on the stele of Shenzong, there is only a name but no inscription on it. Why is it that after his death, there is only a tablet without words?

"How unreasonable, your majesty has paid so much for the whole Kyushu continent. The Tiandi cult didn't send anyone to write the inscription. How dare they look at the emperor's place!"

Seeing this, Weng Yan immediately became angry, but Chen Fan remained calm. He guessed that things should not be so simple.

Looking at the young man who thought he was mourning, he asked.