Chapter 67: A ten-year covenant, worship the ancestor in the tomb

After Ning Zheng finished speaking, he asked the new steward Leek Cairong to come to the stage and speak in front of everyone.

Leek Rong said in high spirits:

"Everyone, the old steward doesn't waste time, and I don't say much!"

"In the new year, I have prepared a wishing wall for everyone, and everyone writes their dreams in the future in the villa for the next ten years!"

Soon, several blacksmiths moved a wishing wall.

This is also in line with everyone's wishes.

After all, they all love graffiti, and they write about this trip.

Everyone began to make wishes, writing and reading aloud.

"The world is out of my generation!" The knife tweeted succinctly, and turned to leave.

The god of food wrote: "Hahaha! In the future, we must be the first mountain villa in the world and the leader of Kyushu in the world! The blacksmiths of the world are headed by us! I am proud to study in our villa! ”

The medical fairy smiled and spoke, and went up to write: "I wish you all a bright future and create a new era, as the couplet at the gate of the villa says, open a prosperous world with your body, exchange your life for humanity and prosperity, and open a unique school for future generations!" ”

The atmosphere was also warm.

A blacksmith stood up, his pen like a dragon, and his eyes lit up:

"I'm catching shrimp! In the future, we will work for the welfare of the people of the world! Destroy all the tricks, and bring the entire villa to cast a luck artifact that suppresses Kyushu in the world - Kyushu Ding! Calm the troubled times for the people! ”

"Hahaha, according to what you said, we have to find a monk who may have a spiritual root of luck, and arrest it in order to build the Kyushu Ding."

"I wish you all the best of luck, die faster and more handsomely in the coming year, and have two more babies to talk about love triangles."

"Watch me perform a mouthful of firecrackers."

"Laughing to death, I don't seem to dare to say it."

"You say, we don't look like a ten-year covenant with Xianjian Yi now, the protagonist group began to say dreams and set flags under the fireworks in the sky, and then we will not have any good end in the future, a tragic death."

"That's right! Perhaps in the future, we will all be famous swords, guns and halberds that will shock the world, scattered all over the world, a hundred years and thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life, and the iteration of dynasties, which will be rare again. ”

...

They speak freely and have a lively atmosphere.

Ning Zheng pricked up his ears, and he couldn't imagine that twenty years later, there would still be people talking about the fairy sword he saw before he crossed over.

Soon, cheers were heard from the dormitory.

"Growing meat, growing meat."

"My God, there is no skeleton, it is not spread flat in the soil, and the stability is too poor, it looks like a tumor growing indiscriminately, this is probably a portable meat field?"

"I'll just say that the first-generation technology of our brains is not as good as the optimal structure that has been studied by other civilizations for so long, and the meat field is the most reasonable form."

"It's okay, we're not here to eat, it's mainly to solve the hygiene problem of the dormitory."

...

"So, who's going down to cut the meat?"

As soon as these words fell, there was silence.

They look at each other, you push me, I push you.

In the end, no one pulled the magic sword up with chains and tried to cut the flesh.

After all, the majority of netizens generally have one characteristic:

has a very bullish mouth and a huge hard mouth, but when he really wants to be on it, he is not really an eighth child, how can he really be a shovel officer?

Who isn't a clean-loving baby?

The first group of people are all here to play games happily, and most of them are modern young men and women who don't touch the spring water with their fingers.

Planting this meat field is for a clean and tidy quality of life.

They can't do anything that hurts the enemy by a thousand and hurts a hundred, they all fool others.

Ning Zheng, who originally wanted to stop them from harming the Demon Dao Ancestor, laughed out loud at this time.

That's it?

That's it?

They are not even afraid of death, they are afraid of.

Yesterday it blew so happily and thundered so loudly.

As a result, today, why are all Aiqing so divided, and no one in the Manchu Dynasty dares to speak.

He felt that he had discovered these so-called Fourth Calamity defects that were not afraid of death:

You don't need to have a thorough cultivation, as long as there are so-called NPCs in their mouths, mops and, they can be beaten to the ground, and if they are resurrected, they have to find a corner and hide a little farther.

Ning Zheng thinks this group of people is too cute!

Next, they hesitated, and finally it was Leek Cairong who broke the silence, "Ahem, cough, this meat is still underage, or isn't it?" A little longer. ”

Su Yuniang said bluntly:

"I think everyone here is a miscellaneous fish, all useless big brothers and big sisters, although it may not sound good to say, we still wait for the next batch of 100 people... Not to mention finding an eighth, it will be much more convenient to hire an uncle and aunt who often do farm work and are not afraid of dirty. ”

The crowd was silent.

Do ask for a cleaner.

This era is indeed advanced.

Not only in reality, but also in the game, please play games and take care of them.

蟭菜荣 says:

"Yes, after all, it is a living farming, and some dirty messes are essential, even if we know that this is not real dung, it may be the same as soil, but it grows like that, the chocolate is sweet and sweet, just like the whole mountain villa is a mountain of chocolate desserts, but we still can't start."

Everyone dispersed in a hurry and began to kill chickens and ducks.

Ducks and ducks are so cute, they can only do something to them, add more spices, onions, ginger and garlic, and honestly serve food to worship their ancestors.

At this time, the blacksmith candidates in the queue for landing also smiled.

"Laughing to death, they all want to show off the ancestors' mouths, and in the end, it is not justice that prevents this filial piety, but they themselves don't even dare to touch it."

"The ancestors are so miserable, the meat they dare not touch, they still want to give it to the ancestors."

"Let me go, it's just a trivial, I'll go down in freestyle! It's just a game, obviously not true, the whole mountain is chocolate, sundaes, nuts, and this will not be an exception. ”

"Don't make a fuss, this group of blacksmiths was so hard-mouthed when they gathered together to brag yesterday."

...

Even a batch of blacksmith memes were born.

In the emoji, the last picture is the serious face of several decision-makers such as Leek Cairong, blowing their team fiercely one by one, pointing out how hard the country is, and it must show off the ancestor's mouth, and the next picture will be cowardly.

It's too effective, it's too filial.

Ning Zheng was also amused, and felt that in this dangerous world where he was unfamiliar with life, it was really good to have such a group of cute little blacksmiths to celebrate the New Year together.

Warm and harmonious.

There is a feeling of friends celebrating the New Year.

But he didn't forget the business, let everyone get ready, and began to open the teleportation array and go to the ancestor worship ceremony.

Suddenly.

The men and women were suddenly serious, wearing festive red robes, the atmosphere was similar to that of a mourner, holding trays one by one, and all kinds of prepared gifts were as elegant as the palace maids serving food.

The other end of the teleportation array.

Paper House.

A big man in front of the wellhead was fishing, looking at the fluctuations of the teleportation array outside the door, "Are you here?" ”

As soon as he saw firecrackers and fireworks in the mountain villa in the distance, he knew they were coming.

And this year seems to be unusually rich and solemn.

I heard the lively suona sound from afar, the repertoire was festive and lively, tactful and melodious, and the meat fragrance was coming, which must be delicious wine and food.

This made the ancestor snort: Those stinky boys actually have this filial piety?