After all, everyone was happy only once this year, but Wang Teng didn't, the more he thought about it, the more disappointed he became, the prince groaned and said that he couldn't take nine days to go to Yuanfeng, and he told himself where this seal was in the palace. After the tragedy, Wang Teng said silently in his heart. "Brother Yu, what's wrong?" Ariel had been with Wang Teng all the time, looking at him uncomfortably, and asked cautiously. Wang Teng shook his head and looked at Han Xiao and Ye Wenhao. Han Xiao was lying alone in the attic, with a pot of wine in the wind, while Ye Wenhao was happily singing the order to drink with a group of young ladies and gentlemen he had just met, shirtless.

"On the first day of tomorrow, I will go to worship my ancestors and rest early." Wang Teng patted Arya's shoulder and participated in one of Ye Wenhao's visits. He shouted Yi Shui Han again. Arya sighed and quietly walked out of the attic. She was very unaccustomed to such a noisy environment. Naturally, she didn't want to stay too long and went straight to her.

The next day, when it was still dark in Ucemara, the maid called Wang Teng. I opened my eyes and slept in a daze, but Wang Teng's wine had not yet woken up. "What's changed?" asked Wang Teng. The maid returned: "This is the fourth watch. "...... so early" Wang Teng complained, but still climbed off the bed, a group of maids immediately got up, washed and dressed, because today is the ancestor worship day, make an exception for Wang Teng to enjoy this treatment, Wang Teng squinted his eyes and washed his face in a daze, and put on his clothes.

As soon as the door opened, a cold wind blew in my face. On the contrary, it made Wang Teng sober up, "Wait a minute" Wang Teng led the maids out of the door, and then he returned to the bedroom. He took out the blue water and golden crystal armor from Moan and placed them under his coat. Only then did he walk out with a smile on his face.

The ancestral tomb of the dragon family is in Wolong Mountain, a suburb of Beijing. It has beautiful scenery and excellent feng shui. This is a feng shui treasure left by the ancestors of the dragon family. Wang Teng sat in a carriage, Arya beside him, and walked jolting towards Wolong Mountain. "Master, when the time comes, you should shout after the old slave. If the old slave says one thing and the young master says one thing, don't be afraid. The old master went to the palace to worship his ancestors. Today's Young Master ceremony is the most exciting. Fu Bo also sat in the carriage with Wang Teng, which was arranged by Shui Rou in advance. The faithful old butler did not forget to tell Wang Teng along the way.

Wang Teng stretched out his head and looked at the team that had not been watching for a long time, he was not serious in his heart, anyway, there were so many people in the family, it should be nothing to say a wrong sentence or two, and he didn't know until Wang Teng arrived there why the old housekeeper kept telling himself. The carriage stopped outside the ancestral tomb of the dragon in Wolong Mountain. Seeing the carriage startled Wang Teng. All the palanquins stood silently around it. Both sides of the road were filled with respectful people. At first glance, the darkness is crowded with people. In addition, all of them were not lit. The light of the moon is still in the sky and in the quiet surroundings around it, and it is very scary to look at it violently.

"Master, these are the descendants of the old master's subordinates and the subordinates who have followed the dragon clan for many years. They all have to wait. That number is less than 10,000. Fu Bo whispered next to Wang Teng. Wang Teng was taken aback and turned to Fang Fo, who didn't believe the general's words: "What? so many people~!" The old butler nodded solemnly and said, "This is not enough." The six chief deacons of the black-clad guards in the government will send representatives to the scene today, and the number of relatives of the dragon clan is only much higher. ”

Wang Teng only felt that his back was cold. He never expected there to be so many people, so he was a little nervous. It was still dark, but the ancestor worship ceremony took place as scheduled. "Alas!~" The old housekeeper whispered beside Wang Teng, Wang Teng was stunned, how is this tone. "Master, shout!" As soon as he saw Wang Teng**, the old housekeeper hurriedly came, and Wang Teng had no choice but to shout: "Alas!"

The opening remarks lasted an hour. Later, Wang Teng didn't know what he was shouting. It was purely a smooth speech. The old butler shouted whatever he wanted. "Walk into the ancestral hall, pass through the gate, and kneel~!" The master of ceremonies shouted loudly, this is the beginning, tens of thousands of people shouted with their voices to kneel down, and then kowtowed, kowtowing a total of nine times, and the sound was very loud, Wang Teng knocked nine times with "bang", and only felt a headache on his forehead.

After knocking on the door, the procession passes through the gate outside the cemetery. "Turn into the garden, the ancestors have spirits, kneel down ......" Just a few steps into the gate, he turned a corner, and the master of ceremonies shouted. As soon as they got up, all the people knelt down again, and the sound of "bang bang bang" was nine rings, and all the maids and women of Ya'er and Shui Rou'er looked at the team outside from a distance, this kind of ancestor worship, women are not allowed to participate. "Don't forget the blood of your ancestors, kneel~!" The hula group stood up, walked for less than two minutes, and then knelt down again, kowtowing "bang".

"When you fly three times in the air, do not forget the kindness of your ancestors." The host shouted loudly, and tens of thousands of people knelt down and kowtowed. The whole process was silent, without any sound. This scene was solemn to the extreme. Wang Teng quietly looked up, the ancestral hall was still on the top of the mountain, and at this speed, he knocked all the way up, and it was estimated that it was noon.

But surprisingly, after this knock, I didn't kneel until I reached the top of the mountain. Even so, when I reached the top of the mountain, the east side was already white. The ancestral hall is for the ancestors to protect their descendants, Wolong Mountain is for the heroes to be buried, the rivers and mountains are passed down from generation to generation, and the loyal ministers of all generations are in the Dragon Palace~!" The moderator shouted after the last sentence.

"Old master, woo woo woo ......" "General, tens of thousands of people suddenly cried, this is simply making the gods cry, Wang Teng didn't expect this one, and was immediately stunned" Young master, cry, cry~" Fu Bo glanced at Wang Teng and didn't move, hurriedly pulled Wang Teng's sleeve, and said hurriedly.

"Ahh Wang Teng, whose mood had not yet developed, was full of surprises, but he couldn't stand this sight. People were crying so loudly, how could he act as if nothing had happened? Let Wang Teng cry Naturally, Zhen Yuan turned slightly, and it was still okay to cry silently. It's a good cry. It lasted half an hour. Many old and infirm people even faint from crying. It took a long time for the crowd to stop their sad mood. A group of people with futons sat down in an orderly manner on the square at the top of the hill.

"The children of the dragon clan enter the ancestral hall~!knock on the door~!" The host shouted loudly, and Wang Teng knelt on the ground with agility and "banged" nine times. Just nine steps later, the master of ceremonies shouted again, "The descendants of the dragon clan enter the ancestral hall~! knock twice~!" As soon as Wang Teng entered the ancestral hall, he stood at the door. The minaret is 100 feet wide and 100 feet high, and there are many monuments from top to bottom. From the ancestors of the Dragon family to Wang Teng's uncle, as well as two uncles who have never met, each tablet is neatly arranged according to the family tree.

The door of the ancestral hall was wide open, facing the people sitting quietly in the officialdom. Wang Teng walked to the futon in the center of the ancestral hall and knelt down respectfully. "The Dragon family has inherited 36 generations, 23,300 people died, 28 died, 132 were injured, 132 died, 157 were healthy, old and sick, and now there are three people~!" The host holds a thick family tree, turns the first page, and reads it aloud.

According to genealogical records, from the first grandmaster of the Wang Tenglong clan to the next grandmaster of his great-grandfather, the loud voice of the master of ceremonies sounded on the top of Wolong Mountain. Wang Teng's mood was suddenly very gloomy, the outsider Xiaolong family has a high status and power all over the world, but if this family can make them listen, it is estimated that those gossiping people will shut up. Almost every generation of dragons must pay their blood for the country and the nation. Listen to it. There were 2,300 people in the entire family, and 2,008 people died. If any family could pay such a price, today, the Dragon Family is no longer the only synonym for loyalty.

The ancestor worship did not end until 10 o'clock at noon, but since entering the ancestral hall, Wang Teng has not been impatient. He was proud to be reincarnated in such a prestigious family, and it was not worth it. The auspicious dragon's country was defeated by the blood clan of the dragon clan, but the others have been sitting on it for a thousand years. Today's emperor, regardless of these, has been counting the most loyal families everywhere in the past. Wang Teng was disgusted with this imperial city for no reason.

What an emperor, what an emperor, is just the biggest parasite of the country, sucking its blood, eating its flesh, enslaving its body. Such a country, even if it is strong, is a country of one person. Wang Teng clenched his fists and let out a loud cry in his heart. Whenever it causes chaos in the world, I begin to lift the pole for the people, push one's country, smash one's family, the people, be loyal to the country, and be strong for the people~!

Sitting in the carriage, Wang Teng's eyes sparkled, and his expression was extremely serious. Arya thinks he's unhappy at the thought of his dead ancestors. In fact, Wang Teng made up his mind at this time because of the belief in his heart. A person can spend a lifetime. As long as he has faith, he will not live in vain. Wang Teng hopes to fly home with wings and share the idea with his two closest brothers.

"What, big brother, do you want to rebel?" Ye Wenhao's eyes almost didn't jump out when he heard this, this peace and prosperity, he felt that this was too crazy. Easy water cold no. He was relatively calm and pondered for a moment. Yi Shuihan said: "Today's Xianglong is no longer the original Xianglong. Prosperity is just the gorgeous clothes worn inside and the torn clothes outside. The aristocrats were filthy inside. Like a bunch of vampires, they endlessly suck up the treasury and embezzle the hard-earned money of the lower classes. Officials are also corrupt. Like our parents, the only one who remains upright is also suppressed by the royal family. In such a country, our future lies ahead.

They carefully pulled out one of them. The fineness of the ink stick is almost stunning. Yi Shuihan shattered his mouth and carefully put the ink stick back in its place. He asked Wang Teng: "Big brother, does this ink have a name?"