Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Yu Zhongyue raised his right hand, sat down with a downward gesture, and continued: "First of all, pay tribute to the ancestors." As he spoke, he took a bowl of wine from the hands of the clansmen next to him, took two steps forward, and poured it on the ground in the ancestral hall.

The following words are even more boring, Yu Zhongyue seems to endorse it, and talks about the history of the Yu family for thousands of years.

When Yu Zhongyue finished speaking, there was another burst of applause. This time, Ziqian also subconsciously applauded.

"Next, set off firecrackers and eat New Year's dinner." Yu Zhongyue counted the time and said loudly again.

Firecrackers are bought at a high price from the city, and they are only set off once before the annual meeting, as are the other villages.

The food before the year was unusually rich, and Yujiabao treated everyone equally, and everyone got the same meal.

Among them, in addition to chicken, fish, meat and eggs, which are rarely eaten on weekdays, there are also fragrant dumplings and glutinous rice balls for one night.

These meals reminded Ziqian of the Chinese New Year's Eve in his previous life, didn't he also eat these things?

Chinese New Year's Eve is the most nostalgic night of the year.

The night of Chinese New Year's Eve is the most lively and noisy.

As soon as the sky is dark, the children or half-sized young men, already holding incense, set off firecrackers in the east and west, boldly magnifying the cannon battle and brilliant fireworks........

Chinese New Year's Eve means "the end of the month", people have to remove the old and the new, there is the old year to get rid of the meaning of the new year, the next year to change the meaning of the new year, is the last night of the lunar year.

The food in Yujiabao is much the same as in the previous life, except that the people who gather to eat together have changed from a family to a village.

Thinking of the experience of his previous life, Ziqian sighed in his heart, and ate the New Year's meal in a big gulp, such a hearty meal is not something that can be eaten at any time.

After eating the New Year's dinner, Yu Zhongyue stood up again and said: "This year, there are five children in the village who have reached the age of fifteen, and they will be considered adults after this night.

The words can be described as boiling blood, and four of them are clenched into fists, secretly deciding to contribute to the family when they grow up.

Ziqian's expression was calm, and there was no sadness or joy on his face, as if he hadn't heard the patriarch's words.

Yu Zhongyue continued: "The children of Yujiabao have the habit of practicing martial arts since they were children, and over the years, there have been many outstanding people in the literary world, and some people have joined the local Tianhu Gang, so take this opportunity to let the five of them come up and compete."

Patriarch Ling Zhongyue's proposal was quickly echoed by several men, and one of them shouted the loudest, with a smug look on his face.

This man is Yu Zhongtian, who had a relationship with Ziqian before.

Yu Zhongtian has a young son who has just reached the age of sixteen.

His son Yu Tiancheng can be described as a martial arts genius, and he has developed a not weak internal force at a young age.

Among his peers, he can be described as outstanding, invincible, and deeply loved by the older generation.

Yu Zhongtian also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to let his son teach the "waste" in the village a good lesson and show off in the clan.

Yu Zhongyue smiled slightly, his eyes fell on Yu Zhongyu's body, and asked, "Zhongyu, what do you think?"

In the ancestral hall of the clan, the candles emitted a faint light, and almost everyone's eyes fell on Ziqian's father and son.

The expressions of the people are different, but the only thing is the same, they all have a good look.

Yu Zhongyu stood up and said, "Patriarch, my family Ziqian has never studied martial arts, how can he be against other children?"

Yu Zhongyue nodded abruptly, and said slightly apologetically: "I forgot about this, you are a cultivation family, you have ancestral training, and you can't learn martial arts with other children." His voice paused, and then a sneer appeared, "For so many years, your Ling family has not produced a single cultivator, and you are still eating and drinking in the village for nothing, do you really think that we dare not deal with you?"

Yu Zhongyu's face sank, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart, but there was no worried look on his face, "Patriarch, what do you mean by this?" He stared at the other party and asked confidently: "Our Yu family, like other families, farms and pays for grain, when did we eat and drink for nothing?"

Yu Zhongyue smiled coldly and asked rhetorically: "Although these generations have farmed, what about the previous generations? The higher he spoke, the higher he spoke, he didn't pay attention to Yu Zhongyu at all, and the cold questioning voice echoed in the sky above the clan ancestral hall for a long time.

Yu Zhongyu glared at the other party angrily and asked word by word, "What do you want?"

Yu Zhongyue didn't seem to be worried about tearing his face, and said indifferently: "Aren't you from a family of cultivators? Cultivators should be very powerful, so how about letting your 'young master' compete with a few children in the village?"

Yu Zhongyu knew that his son would definitely be beaten passively if he went, he couldn't afford to lose this person, so he denied it: "No, Ziqian has not studied martial arts, so he is not their opponent." He clenched the fist in his hand tightly, if he hadn't worried about his son's safety, he would have gone up to teach this patriarch a lesson.

Yu Zhongyue snorted coldly, and said with a look of contempt: "You haven't come to the stage yet, how do you know it's not okay?"

"I said no, does the patriarch want to forcibly let Ziqian come to the stage to compete?" Ling Zhongyu seemed to have made up his mind and repeated again.

Yu Zhongyue didn't seem to let Yu Zhongyu go, and said aggressively: "I can't help you today, your 'young master' has to go up, and you have to go up." When he spoke, he deliberately accentuated the word young master, and the meaning was self-evident, that is, he wanted to humiliate Yu Zhongyu in front of everyone.

There is a layer of estrangement between cultivators and mortals, cultivators look down on mortals, and mortals also look down on high-ranking cultivators.

Just when Yu Zhongyu wanted to refuse the patriarch again, he heard his son's voice coming, "Father, let me have a competition with them! Anyway, it's just a competition, they won't hurt me."

Yu Zhongyu sighed, he knew that his son was thinking about him, and he didn't want to see the scene of their family and Yu Jiabao tearing their faces.

But he was also thinking about his son, and he didn't want the people of Yujiabao to know that his son was already able to cultivate Taoism.

After all, Ziqian has been cultivating for nearly two years, and he is still at the stage of the first level of the Qi cultivation period, and he can't cultivate Dao techniques, so he is naturally not the opponent of the few people in front of him.

But he knew in his heart that in this competition, the mild ones would be injured, and the severe ones would probably be paralyzed, and his father was seriously injured when he was young, and then died just after fifty.

Yu Zhongyu knew the powerful relationship, so when he was young, he asked him to compete on stage, but he refused strongly, which also caused the relationship between him and everyone in Yujiabao to deteriorate more and more.

Without waiting for Yu Zhongyu to start, Yu Zhongyue sneered: "It's a shame that you are still dozens of years old, and there are no children who can see it. In the last few words, he estimated that he raised his voice, causing a burst of laughter from everyone around him.

Yu Zhongyu sighed secretly in his heart, he didn't expect this annual meeting to be so big, if his son didn't come to the stage to compete, they would never give up.

Thinking of this, Yu Zhongyu looked at his son, and seeing that he was not worried at all, he couldn't help but say: "Ziqian, if you can't beat them, remember to run off the stage, and your father will be waiting for you offstage."

Ling Tianqi nodded, deliberately showing a look of no concern, "Father, don't worry, I'll be fine." How can he, a person who has lived for hundreds of years, not see the powerful relationship.

The people of Yujiabao deliberately bullied Yu Zhongyu this time, so that he would never be able to raise his hands in the clan and be a man with his tail between his legs.

A moment later, the four teenagers had already stepped from the side and walked onto the platform.

Ziqian glanced at the teenagers of the same age as him, and among them, there was no one who insulted him last time, and said with some disappointment: "Father, I went."

Yu Zhongyu followed closely behind his son and came under the platform.

If they really dare to seriously injure Ziqian, even if they fight for their lives, they will take Ziqian away.

However, where can you go out of Yujiabao?

Ziqian has no skills, no knowledge, and even the martial arts that almost everyone on the mainland can do have been deprived.

The four children on the platform, three men and one woman, the boy in the lead looked disdainful, obviously not taking Ziqian in his eyes.

The girl was curious about Ziqian, maybe she wanted to see how this child, who was called "waste", was different from them.

Walking onto the platform, Ziqian stood aside like a statue and didn't say anything.

Yu Tiancheng snorted coldly, then turned around, pretending to be an old man and bowed to Yu Zhongyue, "Patriarch, how is this competition going?" In his eyes, there is no difference between the competition and the competition, and it is not all two people competing martial arts.

In fact, the competition and competition are really not the same meaning, the competition is just a simple comparison between the two, and the competition is a substantive exchange.

Yu Zhongyue was very satisfied with Ling Tiancheng's question, and nodded: "Since Ziqian has already come up, let Tiancheng have a discussion with him!"

"Yes, Patriarch!" Yu Tiancheng said.

The three teenagers stood aside, except for the girl's slightly worried look, the other two invariably showed a smile on their face.

The three of them all knew that Yu Tiancheng was powerful, and in their eyes, as long as one of them looked at him, Ziqian would be knocked to the ground.

Yu Tiancheng glanced at Ziqian coldly, and said with a faint expression: "You do it first!" This posture also has the demeanor of a martial arts master.

After hearing this, Ziqian said indifferently: "It's better for you to go first!" For the child in front of him, he was really not interested in making the first move.