The smell of incense and candles rises into the sky and lingers in the sky for a long time.

Fang Che came all the way.

He originally wanted to go directly to the headquarters, but when he smelled the scent of incense candles on the way, he suddenly felt something.

So we turned temporarily and came to the Heroes' Ancestral Hall.

First, I respectfully offered a few sticks of incense to the old man.

"Teacher Shen, the child you care about and take care of has grown up. Don't worry!"

Fang Che muttered silently to himself.

Now I am standing in front of the old god, and the past events are going through my mind one after another.

Just like a book, page after page has been turned to the page where the old man died.

Final chapter.

I couldn't help but take a long breath, raised my head, and stared at the ten words 'The spiritual position of the mainland's hero Shen Zhixuan'. Amid the cigarette smoke, I could vaguely see the wrinkled face of the old man smiling at me.

Fang Che stood there for a long time, not wanting to leave.

Because the ignited smoke still enveloped his whole body like the old man's gaze, making him feel that he was still the child who needed protection, just like a little bird sheltering under the old man's wings, the same feeling.

The sound of soft footsteps came from the side.

A woman in green clothes and two teenage children came to offer incense.

After lighting incense in the Heroes' Ancestral Hall, the mother and son quickly found the spiritual tablets that needed to be worshipped. She seemed to have been there many times, and the location of the spiritual tablets was already familiar to her.

A new stick of incense is lit.

"Kowtow to daddy."

The woman said softly to the two children.

Immediately, two children kowtowed loudly.

The woman's eyes were slightly swollen, and she stared blankly at the name on the memorial tablet.

The expression on his face was as smokey as a dream.

"To this day I still can't believe that you actually went..."

The woman murmured and sighed leisurely.

Fang Che turned around and offered incense to other heroic souls, as well as to the more than 700 subordinates who died in this battle.

"Is this Chief Fang?"

The woman saw his face and immediately saluted: "See you, sir."

Fang Che was stunned for a moment. He didn't know this woman. She only had martial arts training. He frowned and said, "You are..."

"My late husband fought in the war hall Hu Zhicheng." the woman said.

"It's Zhicheng's family!" Fang Che suddenly remembered and said kindly: "It turns out to be you."

"Yes, Zhicheng has mentioned the commander-in-chief many times."

The woman said softly.

Fang Che turned his head and looked at Hu Zhicheng's memorial tablet. He suddenly felt his heart heavy and said softly: "How are you at home? Are there any difficulties?"

"No difficulty."

The woman whispered: "Me, my cultivation level is not as good as Zhicheng's, but I am still at the level of a military commander. Moreover, I have a position in the finance department of the headquarters. I can raise my children and take care of the elderly. I have no problems in life."

The two children finished kowtowing and ran over, eager to look at Fang Che.

The woman said: "This is you...Uncle Fang, Chief Fang, didn't your father often tell you? Quickly salute Uncle Fang."

The eyes of the two children suddenly shone with dazzling light. They looked at Fang Che with admiration and exclaimed: "This is Fang Tu... No, no no... Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang!"

The two children immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Serious and meticulous.

The little face shines.

It can be seen that these two children may have already heard Fang Che's name.

The woman said in embarrassment: "The child is not sensible and calls me random names... Chief, please forgive me."

Fang Che smiled and said, "What's wrong with my innocent heart?"

He knelt down and helped the two children up, and said: "These children are so handsome and strong. They look like two men at first glance."

The two boys immediately pursed their lips in embarrassment and wanted to laugh, but they were afraid that this was an ancestral hall and did not dare.

Fang Che said gently: "Your father is a hero, and you are the descendants of heroes. From now on, Uncle Fang is waiting for you to take over from your father."

The two boys' eyes shone brightly and they said: "Yes, we have already made an oath in front of our father at home. When we grow up, we will be just like our father; guard the world, protect the beautiful world; stick to what we have always believed in our lives, and kill the evil devil!"

"

Fang Che was stunned for a moment.

These words are not like those spoken by a child. He praised: "Good boy!"

The woman looked at her son lovingly and said softly: "This is what Zhicheng asked someone to write before he was alive. It hangs in the study room. The two children read it every day and remember it."

Fang Che took a breath and stood up straight.

Suddenly my heart felt heavy.

He said softly: "The child has such ambitions. As elders, we must support him. The child has good foundation and must be well cultivated."

Gently caress the two children's heads, and countless meridians penetrate into the body, instantly washing the meridians of the two children.

Then he took out two small pieces of colored crystal, rubbed them with his hands, and made two jade pendants. He activated the magical power, shielding everything around him, one for each child, and said: "When we meet for the first time, give the children a meeting gift, and let the children wear them everywhere in the future."

The woman was shocked: "Mr. Fang, this is impossible! It's too expensive!"

"No matter how valuable it is, it is not as important as the future of your child."

Fang Che said gently: "This thing is good for the child's health, so don't refuse it. It can be regarded as a benefit from me to Zhicheng."

Turn around, light a stick of incense, and place it in front of Hu Zhicheng's memorial tablet.

The woman bowed and made the two children kneel down: "Thank you, Mr. Fang."

Fang Che said leisurely: "Take good care of your children."

Two colored crystals, worn by two children, naturally nourishing the body is only secondary. The real benefit is the washing of countless scriptures.

It's not that Fang Che doesn't want to give more, but this woman is only a martial arts commander. It's okay to wear it with the child without anyone noticing, but if he gives too much, there will be disaster.

The woman also knew that this visit was a great opportunity. When she saw the people offering incense around her, she didn't notice anything. She knew it was Fang Che who did it. After thanking Fang Che, she hurriedly took her child and left quietly.

Fang Che finished offering incense to his subordinates who died in this battle.

The Hall of Heroes is filled with smoke, like a heavy fog.

Fang Che remembered the childish voices of the two children just now and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Although there are countless bastards in this continent, what is gratifying is that there are also countless heroes like this! And they are passed down from generation to generation.

I only saw two children this time, but these two were not the only children left behind by the brothers who died?

What about the others?

This is the responsibility that living people like me must shoulder.

Walk slowly to the door.

Facing the dense scent of incense candles.

The guardian of the Heroes' Soul Shrine bowed slightly.

Fang Che stood in front of the door and asked softly: "Have all the family members of the third hall been here?"

"They've all been here."

"Is there anyone who complains, complains, or is dissatisfied?"

"none!"

The guard stood straight and determined.

“It’s all good!”

Fang Che said softly: "Don't chill the hero's heart!"

The guard didn't know how to answer this question.

While my mind was spinning, I looked up and found that the smoke was thick in front of my eyes, and Mr. Fang's tall figure had disappeared without knowing when.

…

Fang Che just sat down in his chief's office.

Xiong Rushan and Yin Guotang came to apologize with shame on their faces. Especially Xiong Rushan, who had lost weight twice, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was kneeling on the ground, as if he was lost.
To be continued...