The minister of the society, the face of the people. Lanling Xiao, who bears the name of the two dynasties, the ancestral hall is also extraordinarily magnificent, covering an area of 100 acres, the white wall and green tiles rise from the ground ten zhang, the solemn atmosphere is as if condensed into substance, and the pine and cypress around the hall are evergreen for 500 years.

Generations of virtuous ministers, one by one, the spiritual position is enshrined in the main ancestral hall, shrouded in the name of the thick Buddha incense, just take one out, are all characters in the history of the rich and colorful.

On the way to the main ancestral hall, there are hundreds of half-human high bronze bells, which seem to be things that surpass the ancestors.

Xiao Chengming walked into the main ancestral hall step by step, walking very slowly, holding a small hammer in his right hand, and slowly brushing those bronze bells.

Knock knock. The bronze bells shook in turn, and the bells rang far and wide, resounding in every corner of this century-old mansion.

This is a gathering order. It is only when something extraordinary happens, that the patriarch can ring the assembly bell.

The last time the bell rang, it was a hundred years later, the Xiao family's Ling was elected, and further forward, it was determined that the whole clan would follow King Yue, and further forward, it was the fall of Da Chen, and the Xiao family was determined to be in the Li family's world, Taoguang and obscure, in order to avoid the limelight.

The bell rings, Lanling Xiao, the ministers, and the people.

Xiao Chengming's face also glowed with a strange brilliance, ringing the bronze bell in the ancestral hall, he could feel that the heritage of Lanling Xiao in his bones was coming to life, changing dynasties, forbearance for a hundred years, and the background of not being able to be dusted.

"Come, call those who are over forty years old!" he began.

The shadow guard who secretly gave the order was stunned.

Forty years or more. In other words, young adults were excluded from this discussion. But he didn't ask much, but quickly took the order and left, and after a while, the Xiao family, who were over forty, gathered in the ancestral hall.

The black and pressed are all people with vicissitudes on their faces, and there are not a few people who are white, and there are hundreds of people.

Xiao Chengming stood on the top, behind him was the spiritual position of the ancestors, and he carefully looked at the names one by one, like precious things, lighting up the fire in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the hundreds of relatives in the hall, this bloodline that has been inherited for five hundred years, and some beliefs that cannot be erased by time, how can it be compared with the five surnames and seven hopes.

The flame at the bottom of Xiao Chengming's eyes grew stronger, igniting his arrogance, his bloodline, and finally, turned into a desperate gamble without regrets-

"In the name of Xiao Chengming, the twenty-third generation head of the Lanling Xiao family, the whole clan is ordered: All juniors under the age of 40 will change their surname to Xiao of the moon from now on, move to a separate family, and hide in the mountains and wilderness to avoid the limelight! Those over 40 years old, whether they are fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, make public documents, and sever ties with juniors! Immediately count the Xiao family's property, shops, acres, and family treasury, and hand them over to the juniors! Of course, those who are in the field now, if they hear the following plans and want to leave, they can also leave if they abandon the surname Xiao. ”

Everyone was shocked.

Migrate juniors, stay incognito, sever ties, and count gold and silver.

This is simply a precursor to the last fire that will be preserved at the end of the catastrophe.

No, it's not just a great disaster, it's almost a catastrophe.

There was a terrible silence in the ancestral hall. No one dared to speak, just looked at Xiao Chengming in a daze, waiting for the following.

Xiao Chengming took a deep breath, his tone was a little unstable, but the flame under his eyes was burning, making his whole person feel as if he was immersed in the firelight.

If the sacrifice on the altar is shortened.

Xiao Chengming took out an object from his arms, which turned out to be his own spiritual seat, he put it on the altar, with his ancestors, and then he cut off a strand of his hair and pressed it under the tablet.

To send the head of the generation, the card is the grave, and the spiritual position is prepared today, and there is no return to the day.

"Family Master!" All the Xiao family members were frightened, brushing and kneeling, they didn't know what was going on, but Xiao Chengming's actions had already hinted that this was a Huangquan Road.

After doing all this, Xiao Chengming was relieved, smiled, and said slowly: "Elect the king, Xin Yi, choose the king of Jin, and the flute was handed over the night before." King Jin is destined to be destined to take action against us. The poison of the mountain stream that killed dozens of children of my Xiao family was sent by the King of Jin. If the counterattack is one step slower, the King of Jin will cut off the roots of my Xiao family, and then ten days later, we can only watch as the King of Jin announces his edict and becomes the new monarch. ”

A word for a meal, if there is a thousand jun.

If the golden thunder exploded in the field, it shocked the hundreds of Xiao family members, and their faces were like ashes.

"At that time, the prisoner of the ranks, the minister of the defeated, my Xiao family is the clan of the first assistant of the Yue King, and the end will only be worse. Xiao Chengming sighed, his eyebrows were as decisive as a knife, and the cold light was pressing.

"The head of the family, the stakes are very high, do you want to report to King Yue and then make a decision?" said a Xiao family elder who stroked his throbbing chest.

Xiao Chengming shook his head and evoked a sneer: "Then what if I tell you that our Xiao Family's Ling has secret contact with King Jin? At that time, he knew about this change, if he had the ability to turn the tide and turn the tables into the king, who would be the insider he was going to get rid of at that time? Those who knew too much deserved to die, not to mention that Ling had already been in contact with the enemy, so he deserved to die. ”

In a chess game, knowing too much is equivalent to a dead end.

There will be a moment when you step on their shoulders to reach the top, but when they really reach that peak, the tip of the knife will be pointed at them in turn.

Lanling Xiao, who has seen the rise and fall of 500 years, understands these so-called "fine traditions" of the royal family too well.

The elder of the Xiao family was already frightened like ashes, Xiao Chengming walked in and patted the ashes off his shoulders, his hands were very heavy and cold, but his words were calm, like despair.

"Don't doubt, the suspicion of an emperor, and don't have the luxury of expecting the old of a new ruler. Xiao Chengming paused, and suddenly burst into a smile, a bright and weird smile, "He is the king chosen by my Xiao family, a qualified person, he can do it." ”

The hundred Xiao family members stopped talking. They understand, but the more they understand, the more clearly they see the end of the road.

Deadend.

From the moment they knew this secret, they could only swing their knives and break their arms, and give up their cars to protect their commanders.

The elder of the Xiao family sat down on the ground with a bang, and said in a lost consciousness: "Then what should I do? I can't tell King Yue, and I can't look at King Jin's people and continue to poison my younger generation." ”

Xiao Chengming turned around and walked towards the ancestral tablet again, the majestic ancestral hall of a hundred years, fell into the bottom of his eyes, as if he had sunk into the abyss, from the abyss of hell.

"The only way is to erase it, to erase the source of the whole thing. ”

Xiao Chengming's words made the Xiao family tremble, and they vaguely guessed the next plan, and they all felt a chill down their spines: "What does the head of the family mean?"

Xiao Chengming knelt down towards the ancestral tablet, his head slammed deep on the ground, the blood in his bones was hot, burning the corners of his eyes, and the saber on his waist-

"If the king doesn't exist at all, it doesn't matter if the king is chosen. ”

The inconsistent words suddenly triggered the killing machine, and the ghost of Huangquan cried.

The one who chooses the king does not exist, and the one who chooses the king does not exist.