The Tribute King

Chang'an, Qinling Mountain.

It was getting late, Su Qin drove a dilapidated SUV wobbly driving on the mountain road, the stereo played an old song that did not match his age.

Su Qin's destination for this trip was located high in the Qinling Mountain, where the Su family's ancestral tomb and ancestral hall were located.

His destination was not open to the public, and there were experts sitting guard all year round. The strangers could not even enter the periphery.

Su Qin parked his car and walked slowly to the mountain gate.

At the foot of the hill, a majestic memorial gate stood proudly with the four characters “Su Clan Ancestral Hall”, which were strong and unforgettable.

Under the memorial gate, an old man with white hair and wrinkled face hunched over Su Qin.

"Who dares to break into the Su Clan Ancestral Hall?"

The old man's gaze was like a torch, as if he had the penetrating power to see everything, making people difficult to see straight.

Facing the old man, Su Qin's face sank like water and he did not reply.

In the next second, he suddenly rushed towards the old man, leaping up high when he was three steps away from him, and hit the old man with a downward smashing elbow to the face.

The old man was extremely calm, and he did not seem to be an ordinary person.

His body slightly moved and easily dodged Su Qin's powerful elbow. At the same time, he gave a lightning-like shot, forcefully grabbed Su Qin's shoulder. With his footsteps wobbling and moving, he pushed Su Qin out with a gentle push.

And this gentle push drove Su Qin a few meters away before he stand firm embarrassingly.

Su Qin smiled instead of anger and once again launched an attack.

The old man suddenly stroked his white beard and said, "Su Qin, if this continues, my old arms and legs will fall apart."

But Su Qin did not stop for this, still rushing towards the old man.

He did not stop until he rushed to the old man, and held him in his arms.

"Grandpa Han, how did you know it was me?" Su Qin said with a naive smile.

"Little brat, the old patriarch called me long ago, if I hadn't arranged in advance, do you think you could have walked to the mountain gate without any problems? We mausoleum guardians are not rubbish." The old man whom Su Qin addressed as Grandpa Han blew his beard vigorously and said with fun.

Grandpa Han, as the Su family all respectfully call him Master Han, is the head of the Su Family Ancestral Hall, and all the guardians here are also managed by him.

Su Qin hastily gave Master Han a shoulder and back massage, smiling and flattering, "I haven't seen you for ten years, but your body is still so strong, Grandpa Han."

"My body was half buried, and it is worse year by year." Master Han shook his head and sighed bitterly, then looked to the top of the mountain and said, "Let’s walk and talk."

"Su Qin, you are the eldest son and grandson of the Su family, since you are here, you should give incense to your old ancestors anyway, right?"

Su Qin did not say a word, but only nodded silently.

Ten years ago, Su Qin's parents died. His grandfather took him and his sister moved overseas. After that they never came back and did not worship his ancestors, some people in the Su family quite had opinions.

Su Qin helped Master Han to climb unhurriedly, chatting with him slowly.

"How is your grandfather? Although your business is getting bigger and bigger overseas these years, I always feel that your grandfather is getting lonelier and lonelier."

Mentioning his grandfather, Su Qin also felt some guilt. In fact, these years he did not have much time to spend with his grandfather. His sister studied abroad, and the old man had no families in foreign country. Every time he came home he felt that his grandfather became older and lonier than before.

"He is fine, but just hurt his leg some time ago." Su Qin said calmly, but his eyes were full of murderous energy.

Master Han seemed to sense something and asked with a frown, "Was it an accident, or?"

Su Qin paused, did not say the truth, said casually, "Accidentally fell."

Master Han knew that Su Qin was not telling the truth, but he did not ask anything further.