The breeze is bleak, the wind passes through the door of the mansion, and the white flags are blown a little, and the atmosphere of the Jing'an Hou Mansion at this moment is serious, just because today is the time of the Hou Mansion Yu sacrifice.

Mu Quan, the emperor of the Daxi Dynasty Xiahou Mo in his childhood, and the crown after joining the army to practice, lasted ten years, after the southern expedition to the north, made great contributions, and then named Jing'an Hou, won the trust of Xiahou Mo, leaning on his arm. Unexpectedly, he was assassinated when he went to inspect the fiefdom, and none of the dozens of guards who accompanied him were spared, and Mu Quan himself was nailed to a tree by a bamboo gun through his heart.

As soon as this incident came out, Daxi was shaken, Emperor Xiahou Mo was furious, and the Imperial Arrest Division launched with all its might, but no trace was found.

And just three days ago, Mu Yu, the son of the head of the Mu Mansion who had been dead for a year, returned strongly to preside over the overall situation of the Jing'an Hou Mansion, and an unpredictable funeral sacrifice began.

"Luo'er, are you really not going in?" In the private room of the teahouse outside the Hou Mansion, the two sat opposite each other. The old man with a fairy wind and bones, a dusty hand in his hand, and a fluttering white beard looked serious.

"Luo Er doesn't want to be covered with red dust and tacky ......" The girl opposite the old man was not whitewashed, the green veil on her body was lightly spread, and her every move did not carry the slightest trace of fireworks.

"Then why are you here?"

"Just to see if he's really alive."

Just between the words of the two, there was also a commotion outside the Hou Mansion, the Yu family of the imperial physician, the Lian family of the Marshal of the Forbidden Army, and the Rushui Temple...... Big people and big forces are coming.

In the Hou Mansion, in front of the spiritual seat, a coffin was given, containing a deceased, burning incense and worshipping from afar, and even Jin Ze stood in the mourning hall, silent and speechless, with mixed feelings.

"Thank you, Uncle Shi......" On the side, Mu Yu wore filial piety clothes and black cloth shoes, and walked lightly to Lian Jinze's side.

"Ah...... The deceased is gone, the virtuous nephew mourns, and the Hou Mansion will rely on you and other brothers and sisters to support it in the future. Lian Jinze raised his eyes and looked at Mu Xuan and Mu Ping, who were kneeling on the side, and then looked at the silent Mu Shi on the side and sighed: "If there is any difficulty in the future, you can come to the house to find me, the two families come and go, and they are the same as in the past, so don't break it off because of this." ”

"My nephew obeys the teachings."

Then, Lian Jinze raised his eyes and looked at the spirit position again, and let out a long sigh, full of helplessness.

"Brother Shi should not be too sad, it is not good for his health." The one who spoke was a white-haired young man, who was the son of the Jade family and the future head of the Yu family-Yu Jinglun.

"Thank you." Mu Yu thanked him softly, but the reincarnation hidden in the shadows was recalling the information of this jade family's son. Xinglin Holy Hand, born with a talent, white hair since childhood, very talented in medicine, and at a young age, he was called "Jinglun Holy Hand, Xiaoyue Poison Fairy".

"Amitabha." Puxin was dressed in a robe and walked slowly, "The old man is incompetent, only chanting and praying to the Buddha, may the benefactor of Muquan ascend to bliss." ”

"It's hard work."

"Amitabha." Puxin walked to the side and sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and chanted, and the breath of pure sainthood lingered in the mourning hall.

The Yu Festival in the Jing'an Hou Mansion is very lively, people from all walks of life, all forces, I don't know if they are coming for the deceased, or for the eldest prince of the Hou Mansion who is already shrouded in mysteries......

Tao Lian, the head of the wealthy merchant Tao family, came, and when he went to the north to do business, he encountered bandits, but fortunately he was rescued by Hou Muquan of Jing'an, who was stationed nearby at that time, and the two established a friendship.

The Dingbian Marquis, who is also the prince of Daxi, also came, and he intersected with his classmates in the past, and he was a friend of half a life, looking at the altar and looking at the spiritual position, and he felt a little sad for no reason in his heart.

The princes of the current emperor also sent people here, and the etiquette and human affection are all just right, even Mu Yu, who was born in modern times, couldn't help but sigh when he looked at these.

However, at this moment, it suddenly rained, drizzling, and I saw a rider stepping out of the palace gate and heading straight to the Jing'an Hou Mansion.

"Rong'er, you say, are the ancient and modern emperors really all lonely?" In the palace, the man raised his head to drink, and the whole person emitted a kind of kingly aura that looked down on the world, but at this moment, there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty......" Beside him, a woman dressed in a rich palace costume and with a graceful atmosphere looked like she wanted to speak and stopped.

"Haha." Xiahou Mo looked at the woman's demeanor and laughed, "What, does my queen also have a day of hesitation?" ”

"Minister......

"No need to say more!" Xiahou Mo interrupted in a deep voice, his eyes full of unpredictable thoughts: "Drink with me." ”

"Yes."

In the Jing'an Hou Mansion, the Yu sacrifice continued.

There are more and more people coming, so much so that Mu Yu can't help but be amazed, the connections of the Jing'an Hou Mansion and the relationship between the Jing'an Hou Mansion are far beyond Mu Yu's imagination.

And the reincarnation of extinction, which has been hidden in the shadows, is also due to the incompleteness of the information in the house, if you want to take root in this world, I am afraid that these must be sorted out carefully.

"Childe, the angel in the palace is coming in a moment." At this moment, Ge Heng whispered to Mu Yu.

The people in the palace, Mu Yu was stunned, it seemed that everything was as expected by a few of them, and so far there have been no unexpected incidents that have caught people off guard.

"The Divine Decree has arrived!" There was a long and loud sound, in exchange for the silence in the field, even in the world of martial arts, people still inevitably have a sense of awe for the imperial power. As for Mu Yu, after experiencing the baptism of countless court dramas in his previous life, Mu Yu found that in the past, amateurs were really not as good as professionals, and professional eunuch workers did have different reactions.

"Mu Yu takes the order!" Seeing the angel slowly stepping in from outside the door, everyone in the ancestral hall also knelt down one after another to welcome the will.

"Inheriting the fortune of the martial arts, the edict of Daxi: the wind and rain are shaking, and the country has lost the pillars of the pillars; There are few fights, and I am a minister who has lost his humerus. Mu Ziquan, famous, outstanding martial arts, respectful, and strict...... Mu's eldest son, Yu, succeeded to the Marquis of Jing'an, and the edict of Mu Ji's tin ......"

After a sprinkled holy decree, with the ability of Mu Yu's liberal arts students in his previous life, it can only be regarded as an understanding, but the core is probably understood, that is, the successor Jing'an Marquis.

Everything is still in the plan. Mu Yu said silently in his heart and got up to accept the order. "There is an angel of labor today, it is inconvenient at home, ...... another day"

"Mu Hou Ye is polite." The angel said, "The deceased is gone, and please mourn the Hou Ye." ”

"Thank you ......"

"The villain has to rush back to his life, so he won't bother."

"Angels walk slowly."

After announcing the decree, after a moment of communication, the angel once again stepped on the wind and rain and left.

And Mu Yu knew at this moment that the most critical link was coming. "Friends and relatives!" Mu Yu strode to the center of the altar and said loudly: "I, Mu Yu, the eldest son of the Mu family, swear to the heavens that in this life and this life, I will find out the murderer of my father, and use his head to pay tribute to the heroic soul in front of the grave. If you go against this world, there is such a sword! As he spoke, the Xuanzi Divine Skill Movement, and the long sword that Mu Yufang took from Ge Heng's hand was broken into two sections from the middle.

In the silence, Mu Yu brushed his hands and said, "It's time!" Spirits! ”

In Mu Yu's divine consciousness, the Bagua Innate Diagram seems to be inductive, changing and regenerating......