When they were riding out of the city, passing through the main road of the city, a man suddenly appeared without any warning on the originally empty street.

It was only dawn at this time, and most of the traders had already started work, but there were very few pedestrians. The street, which was usually very bustling, now had only a few people, so their horses were running very fast. When the man rushed out, the three of them were startled and pulled the reins hard.

The horse's hoof narrowly brushed past the man's head. If it had been a moment later, it would have sent the man flying.

They calmed the horses and took a closer look. They found that he was a drunkard in shabby clothes, with an untidy beard, cloudy eyes and a flushed face, as if he had just been scooped out of a wine jar. The stench of alcohol could be smelled from a distance.

Yuan Shaoxu angrily pulled out his whip and swung it at the drunkard: "You bold rogue, do you know whose horse you are disturbing?"

The whip knocked the man to the ground. Listening to the sound of his flesh tightening, it must have been very painful, but the drunkard didn't even make a sound. He lay on the ground, leaning against the ground, holding the wine bottle to his lips, and at the same time looking at Yan Sikong with his misty drunken eyes.

Yan Sikong was slightly startled because he saw a long and thick iron cane in the drunkard's hand.

"Get out of here!" Yuan Shaoxu swung the whip again.

Yuan Nanyu stopped him in a low voice: "Brother, forget it." He stared at the drunkard and said, "You...are you an iron rod?"

The drunkard chuckled twice and didn't answer.

"What is 'iron rod'?"

"He is a man from the underworld," Yuan Nanyu replied. "I heard about him when I was with my master, but I didn't expect to meet him in Taiyuan."

"What's the name of this person?" Yan Sikong asked.

"You are not a quiet person." Yuan Nanyu said sternly, wielding his iron staff. "Although you have not committed any crime, you are notorious in the martial arts world. I see that you are getting old. If you want to spend your old age in Taiyuan, you should behave yourself. Otherwise, don't think that you can cause trouble under the nose of the Wolf King just because you know a few kung fu tricks."

Tie Zhangzi laughed and struggled to get up from the ground, while mumbling: "I...dare not, hehe, dare not, ask the general to atone for his sins..." After saying this, he managed to steady his body and knelt in front of the three men.

"Don't worry about it, let's go." Yuan Nanyu said.

Yan Sikong looked at Tie Zhangzi thoughtfully. He felt that it was no coincidence that this person appeared here. There were not so many coincidences in the world. What did Chen Yu want to do? Why did he let Tie Zhangzi appear in front of him so brazenly?

But at this time, with the Yuan brothers present, he could not ask any questions and had to pretend that he knew nothing.

The three men urged their horses on at the same time and passed by both sides of Tiezhangzi's body.

But just as Yan Sikong's horse passed by the iron cane, no one saw what happened, and the iron cane caught the military bag on Yan Sikong's horse. Due to the great momentum of the horse, the rope of the military bag was torn off, and the whole bag was thrown away.

Yan Sikong turned back in surprise and pulled the reins again.

The Yuan brothers also turned around hurriedly.

The man with the iron stick crawled over and picked up the marching bag, then knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "General, please forgive me, please forgive me..." As he pleaded, his body staggered from side to side and he looked like he was about to pass out, he was very drunk.

Yuan Shaoxu said angrily: "This bastard..."

Yan Sikong looked at the iron stick coldly and felt his scalp tingling. What on earth did this man want to do?

Yuan Nanyu flicked the whip, tied up the military bag, and with a retracted arm, the military bag was back in his hand. He threw it to Yan Sikong: "Look to see if anything is missing." He also stared at the iron stick suspiciously, thinking that this person's behavior was suspicious.

Yan Sikong opened the army bag and took a look. There was nothing important in it, just some food and drinks. He didn't believe that the iron stick was for these things. He stared at the iron stick gloomily and said, "Nothing is missing."

Yuan Nanyu narrowed his eyes: "Did you do this on purpose? What do you want to do?"

He kowtowed with the iron stick and said with a big tongue: "I dare not, General...atonement..." As he kowtowed, he actually fell asleep in the middle of the road.

Yuan Shaoxu said coldly: "Throw this bastard into jail for a few days to sober him up."

"Today is my father's death anniversary. It's not appropriate to punish him." Yuan Nanyu said with disgust, "Let him go for now and don't waste time because of him."

Yan Sikong felt nervous. He couldn't figure out what Tie Zhangzi's actions were for, but they were definitely related to him. What orders did Chen Yu give to Tie Zhangzi? What did he want this man to do?

No matter what he did, he had a very bad premonition. After today, he would find someone to get rid of this person, otherwise he would be uneasy.

The three men ignored the iron rods and ran straight out of the city toward the mountain.

The snow on the mountain had not melted yet, and it was difficult for the horses to go up the mountainside. They carried the sacrificial items and climbed to the top of the mountain on foot. The sun just rose above the sky.

Yuan Shaoxu placed Yuan Mao's spirit tablet in the direction of Liaodong, and also prepared incense, candles, wine and food. The three of them knelt in front of the spirit tablet regardless of the cold ground.

"Dad." Yuan Shaoxu wiped the dust-free tablet carefully with a silk handkerchief and choked up, "I am an unfilial child. I am away from home fighting and cannot go to your grave to pay my respects. This place is still hundreds of miles away from Liaodong. Can you hear my voice?"

Yan Sikong stared at Yuan Mao's name, thinking of everything that had happened in the past twenty years. The great sorrow and fear that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time suddenly surged up, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Yuan Shaoxu talked a lot in a discontinuous manner about his family, his relatives, and himself.

But Yan Sikong noticed that when mentioning his two younger brothers, Yuan Shaoxu deliberately downplayed their identities. It seemed that no matter how despicable Yuan Shaoxu was, he would not dare to lie in front of Yuan Maoling.

After Yuan Shaoxu finished speaking, Yan Sikong kowtowed three times and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, Kong'er has avenged you. I hope you can rest in peace in the underworld." He originally wanted to correct his and Yuan Nanyu's identities in front of Yuan Mao's spirit. He expected that Yuan Shaoxu would not dare to quibble at this time, but he finally did not do so. He was grateful for Yuan Mao's kindness and did not want Yuan Mao to see him and his eldest son confronting each other. As he said, he hoped that Yuan Mao would rest in peace. Moreover, he had always only wanted to prove his identity to Feng Ye, but now, he didn't care.

Although Yuan Nanyu didn't remember anything, he couldn't help but shed tears due to the sad atmosphere, and they fell uncontrollably. Some old fragments were tumbling in his mind, but he couldn't see or hear clearly. The more he thought about it, the more his headache became. He had no choice but to prostrate himself on the ground, kowtow, and softly call "Dad".

The three of them worshipped for a long time.

Yuan Shaoxu would cry uncontrollably from time to time, telling about the hardships he had endured over the past twenty years. Yan Sikong felt very uncomfortable listening to him, and his disgust for Yuan Shaoxu lessened slightly. Even for Yuan Mao's sake, he did not want to argue with the man he had called "big brother" for so many years.

They stayed on the mountain until noon before returning to the city.

On the way, Yan Sikong noticed that something was wrong with Yuan Nanyu. Although his face was covered with a mask and his complexion and expression could not be seen, he lowered his head and looked listless.

"Quewang, what's wrong with you?" Yan Sikong asked.

"Maybe..." Yuan Nanyu hit his head twice with his fist, "I remembered something from my childhood. Is there a big ginkgo tree in my home in Liaoning?"

Yuan Shaoxu's expression changed slightly.

Yan Sikong widened his eyes: "You, you remembered this?"

"It turns out there really is..." Yuan Nanyu said with a complicated expression, "In fact, I have been able to recall some scenes from time to time over the years, but I could never connect them together. Today in front of my father's spirit, I seemed to remember a lot of things, but the more I think about it, the more headache I get." He patted his head as he spoke, obviously feeling very uncomfortable.

"Don't force yourself." Yan Sikong said, "This thing can't be forced, but I believe that one day, you will remember it."

"Really?" Yuan Nan sighed, "I also wish I could remember it. I felt really sad when I was worshipping him today, but I have no memory of my father at all. I am really unfilial."

Yan Sikong comforted him, "This is not your fault. If Dad knew about this, he would only feel sorry for you and would never blame you."

Yuan Shaoxu coughed lightly and said, "Yes, you don't have to blame yourself. God has a good heart and brought us brothers together. Now that you can recognize your ancestors, your father will rest in peace."

Yuan Nanyu nodded and said, "Why don't you tell me more about your childhood on weekdays? Maybe I can remember it sooner."

"No problem." Yan Sikong answered without hesitation, "I'd love for you to listen."

Yuan Shaoxu pursed his lips slightly and said with a dry smile: "Of course that's good."

——

After returning home, Yan Sikong immediately found Ali and told him about the encounter with the iron stick they had this morning.

Ali's face was full of anger and he gestured: He must have some plan, is he trying to harm the young master?

"I don't know, but if you act rashly without informing me, it will most likely be disadvantageous to me." Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes, "This person is out of our control and is very dangerous. We can't keep him. Go find She Jun's people and find a way to kill him."

Ali nodded and turned around to do it.

Yan Sikong held him back: "Wait a minute. This person has been noticed by Big Brother and Yu'er. If he dies suddenly, it will inevitably arouse their suspicion. Don't rush to act in the next few days. Make it look like an accident. Do you understand?"

Ali nodded vigorously.

After Ali left, Yan Sikong was still restless thinking about what had happened before and after the iron stick appeared. This feeling was simply terrible, but he couldn't guess what the iron stick was going to do. It was like he knew there was a trap ahead, but he didn't know where the trap was, but he still had to keep going forward.

He just hoped to get rid of this person as quickly and without leaving any trace, so as to avoid any more trouble.