Almighty Cultivation Supreme

If this year's clan meeting is regarded as a contest between the Yingxiao and Yingchong lines. Then, at the beginning, it can be regarded as a win-win vein and a victory!

Good start!

This made the originally sluggish Yingxiao pulse feel a lot higher now.

However, the clan meeting has not started yet, and Yingchong Yimai has been planning for a long time, presumably, in the later links, Yingxiao Yimai will not be given any chance!

"Could it be that my son-in-law, can help me in this vein today and turn the tide?" Ying Xiao couldn't help but look at the cynical Huang Xiaolong, and then shook his head self-deprecatingly. 'I'm afraid not... With the barrier of Ying Qingfeng, it is difficult to overcome... But my son-in-law can keep me from losing so badly, and I won't lose all at once, and it's already a long face for me!'

Ying Chong is also seated. All of them are not good-looking, more resentful and angry, and vow to comprehensively defeat Yingxiao in the next clan meeting!

Na Bian Muyan reached a consensus with Ying Chong, and the two sides reconciled, and he also sat next to Ying Qingfeng.

On the high platform in the middle of the square, the elders negotiated with each other, weighed the pros and cons, and no longer held Bian Muyan accountable.

"Okay! This year's clan meeting of my Ying family will start now! The first part is to worship the ancestors!!!" The head of the family said loudly, and his face became solemn and solemn.

The Ying family members and servants around the square all looked grim, like the most devout believers.

Huang Xiaolong had a nonchalant expression on his face. Ancestors, paralysis, your ancestors, are my maids!

Soon, some people carried the offering table, incense burner, tribute, paper money, and other items into the square and placed them in the square, on top of a high altar.

The animals used to worship the ancestors were all alive, live cows, live horses, and live sheep, and they were led to the altar.

"Please - Portrait of the Ancestors !!!"

The head of the family roared, and with a brush, the elder group, every old antique, stood up, facing the altar, meticulous.

In the next second, all the Ying family members and servants around the square also stood up.

The scene was magnificent.

"Xiaolong..."Seeing that Huang Xiaolong was still sitting with the old god there, Ying Aoshan said in a low voice. "What... Stand up and give face~~"

Ying Aoshan knew about the relationship between Huang Xiaolong and the Old Ancestor, but it was an unspeakable secret, so she begged Huang Xiaolong to abide by the Ying family's rules a little.

"Oh. All right. I stood up. Huang Xiaolong smiled speechlessly and stood up lazily.

"Xiaolong, this portrait of the ancestors, it is said that it is a portrait drawn by the ancestor of our Ying family back then. Very expressive. Ying Aoshan said in a low voice.

In a short time, a group of solemn clansmen, holding a portrait respectfully, walked towards the altar in the square.

Huang Xiaolong stared at it, the portrait was already yellowed because of the age, and on the portrait, a woman was wearing a power suit and dancing a sword.

Her sword is ethereal, as if she wants to ride the wind back!

Just the movement of this sword dance already contains a set of extremely advanced swordsmanship, as well as the spirit of the sword!

It can be said that if you are a person with martial arts talents, you can comprehend advanced martial arts from this painting!

However, I'm afraid that the contemporary Ying family will not be able to produce this kind of talent.

The face of the woman in the portrait is already a little blurry, but it can be vaguely seen that it is the ghost king Ying Kexin!

Huang Xiaolong could conclude that this self-portrait was definitely painted by Ying Kexin herself! It was not ghostwritten by some painter! Because every stroke and stroke contained Ying Kexin's spiritual will!

Impressively!!!!

Shout~~~!!!!

A faint shadow floated out of the portrait! It was extremely blurry! It didn't look like a soul.

"My lord, are you here?" The vague phantom is Ying Kexin!

"Oh. When you painted this painting, you were infused with a spiritual imprint and a martial will, so after so many years, there is still a trace of your residual thoughts in the portrait..."Huang Xiaolong used his heart to communicate with Ying Kexin's phantom.

"Well, my lord, this is a wisp of Kexin's thoughts. Today, because the adults brought Kexin's ghost body nearby, this residual thought was awakened. In the past, the people of the tribe could not awaken this remnant of my thoughts. Ying Kexin's phantom, but also very emotional, fluttered around, muttering. "Hey~~~ Thousands of years have passed, and some places are still the same, unchanged... Thinking back then, the king gave Kexin this territory, and at that time, Kexin's people were so strong. Now, it's a little decayed...... These are the descendants of Kexin... Hey! The martial arts of these clansmen are too weak! In this painting, there is clearly a set of swordsmanship and sword intent, so why can't they comprehend it? It's so stupid! How can there be such a dull descendant?"

Ying Kexin chattered, and Huang Xiaolong also echoed. "Yes, you descendants are all fools. Silly ratio. ”

At this time, Ying Kexin's portrait was already on the altar.

Then the incense burner was lit and the three animals were slaughtered.

First of all, it is the head of the family.

The current head of the Ying family walked directly down from the elder group, walked to the altar reverently, stepped on the stairs, and walked up the altar step by step.

He lit three incense sticks, directly faced the altar, the portrait of Ying Kexin, knelt down, and recited words in his mouth.

When he was done, he put the incense candle in the stove, stood up, turned around, and looked around the square.

"The Ying family, the servants, bow down to the ancestors, pray to the ancestors, bless my winning family from generation to generation, and the inheritance will not be extinguished!"

"Bow down to the ancestors!!!"

Around the square, tens of thousands of people looked at the altar, very religious, and then knelt down in unison!

Even Bian Muyan, in this atmosphere, was full of worship in his heart, and knelt down on his knees.

The people of the elder group, naturally, were no exception, kneeling one by one.

In the huge square area, Huang Xiaolong didn't kneel alone.

Huang Xiaolong stood, particularly glaring.

"Huh?" On the altar, the head of the family saw Huang Xiaolong directly. "Son-in-law, why don't you kneel?"

"Ahh This..."Ying Xiao's heart trembled, and he hurriedly said. "Father, Xiaolong is his first time participating in the clan meeting, and he must be unwell. ”

After speaking, Ying Xiao looked at Huang Xiaolong. "Good son-in-law, kneel, although it is said that there is gold under the man's knees, but you are now half of the Ying family, and it is the ancestors who kneel, which can be regarded as a kind of respect~~~"

That's it!

"Ahem~~~" Ying Chong knelt over there, but he coughed a few times dryly, and said sharply. "Third brother, your son-in-law, there are indeed no rules. According to the clan rules, the son-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Ying family, in the first year of worshipping their ancestors, not only have to kneel, but also have to kneel from the seat to the altar. ”

From where Huang Xiaolong was, it was almost 2,300 meters away from the altar, that is, it was for Huang Xiaolong to climb a few hundred meters directly on his knees......

"Boy, don't kneel down yet, kneel down to the altar! Otherwise, don't even think about entering the door of my Ying family!" Ying Qingfeng also looked at Huang Xiaolong with a gloating expression.

In fact, this rule has basically been abolished, and it is only for some sons-in-law and daughters-in-law who do not obey the Ying family that they will use this method to frustrate their spirits. If at the beginning, Huang Xiaolong followed the crowd and knelt down together, and he would not be able to make things difficult for him.

But Huang Xiaolong didn't kneel, which gave Ying Chong and Ying Qingfeng a chance to rectify him!

"What... Why should I kneel?" Huang Xiaolong looked at Ying Chong with a grin. "I'll kneel to your sister!"

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