The people of the Ning clan sincerely keep the precepts for three days. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is the family festival......

Ning Ze bathed early, dressed in a white linen robe, tied a hemp rope around his waist, and wore straw sandals on his feet......

After a moment, Ning Ze opened his eyes and bowed towards the word "Li" in the middle hall and the whip below.

He is going to participate in the sacrificial ceremony today, although he has understood the ritual law and usually follows the ritual, but after all, he has never participated in the great sacrifice, and such a ritual is not complete.

Ning Ze turned around, like a pious seeker, sincerely, the sacrificial chapter had given him enough strength, he held the Glory Order, and walked out step by step, every step was the same size, every step was so solemn, as if all the rituals had to be interpreted through such steps, he did not squint, his head was slightly lowered, his shoulders were scattered, and he took steps forward fearlessly.

The cold wind blew in winter, his hair fluttered, and his robe was hunting, so biting and cold, but it didn't make him blink his eyes, he walked towards the ancestral shrine of the Ning family step by step, every step he took was like experiencing a baptism, and he was one step closer to the ceremony.

The people of the Ning clan who went to participate in the big sacrifice on the way saw Ning Ze coming, and they all backed down and let him go first, as if it was wrong not to do this, and they couldn't say why?

Several clan elders saw Ning Ze, solemn and respectful, their knowledge is naturally extraordinary, knowing that Ning Ze This is etiquette, everyone is courteous, others naturally have to give way, this is courtesy all over the world, they are very pleased, the family has such a etiquette master, it is really a family luck, the ancestors blessed.

They followed behind Ning Ze, silently respectful, and when they saw Ning Ze's Ning clansmen, they followed silently, only the sound of footsteps, solemn ......

When he arrived at the ancestral hall, there were already hundreds of clansmen behind Ning Ze, and he didn't feel anything about it, because he came here today to complete the ceremony with a pious heart, and there was nothing but sacrifice.

He didn't know that his arrival was so different, all the clansmen standing in the sacrificial square turned their heads one after another, they saw a general trend, it was Ning Ze with the momentum of hundreds of clansmen behind him, there were martial disciples, martial artists, clan elders, and even a few grandmasters, they bowed down and let him go first.

Ning Ze looked solemn and walked forward solemnly, a deacon of the sacrificial courtyard took the glory order in his hand and took him to the ancestral hall......

There were many guests on the viewing platform, and they all noticed Ning Ze's existence......

An elegant young man wearing a golden crown and a python robe stared at Ning Ze for a while, then turned to the old man whose body trembled.

The old man wore a high crown on his head, a purple dress, a long white beard floating on his chest, and his eyes were difficult to hide wisdom, and he was elegant, but he was so excited at this time.

"Old Siqing, what's wrong with you?" asked the young man.

The old man was stunned, and said with relief: "Old man, I saw the Lifa Yazong, did you see it? That young man, he is not a master of the Rites, he is already the Rites and Laws of the Yazong, how can I not be happy and moved, how many years, how many years, you geniuses, are only practicing martial arts, but the Tao of literature withered, for a hundred years, no one in my Dayu has achieved the Rite and Law Grandmaster, I am afraid that after a hundred years of the teacher, I Dayu will no longer be rude to preside over the Zen ceremony, after 10,000 years, no one understands the ancestral sacrifice ceremony, is not sad. ”

The young man was said by the old man to blush, this young man is the nineteenth prince Yingrui who came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the royal family, and the old man is Zhong Shan, the important minister of the Ministry of Rites, his teacher is the head of the Ministry of Rites Meng Chengjiang Lizong, and he is also the only one of Dayu's rites, and he is now 100 years old.

At the same time, the two princes on the viewing platform on the other side also talked, and the tall old man with a loud voice said: "The Ning family, it is really lucky, and there is actually a subsect of etiquette. ”

"Yes, I'm really lucky, those rabbit cubs in our family are getting worse and worse, Wen Zong can't become a martial artist, even Wu Zong can't cultivate, it's really a martial arts can't be done. ”

The old man who spoke in front of him was surnamed Dou Jiande, who was the Prince of Huwei, and was also the old Taishan of Ning Hou, the father of Concubine Dou, and the latter was Prince An Guo called Qiao Zixuan, who was the uncle of Ning Hou Ye and Ning Ze's uncle.

Dayu only has a title at the prince level, and the prince is only called by his surname.

Behind Prince Huwei stood a fifty-year-old man, who was looking at Ning Ze with hatred, and when he heard the praise of his father and Prince Anguo, he was even more jealous, he was Dou Ran, and as soon as he showed a trace of murderous intent, he was noticed by the two princes.

Prince Huwei Dou Jiande glared at him, and Prince Anguo stared at the father and son playfully.

Hu Wei saw that his old friend was interested, and he didn't hide it, and he couldn't hide it, so he laughed at himself: "The family is unfortunate, out of this rebellious son, he actually has a feud with his nephew, the old man brought him here this time, one is to let him accompany Cheng'er, as for his son Ning Yuan, it is a peer rivalry, naturally revealed, they are all a family, this matter is ......"

"I knew that my friends would do this, and these juniors were all relying on me to be alive, doing nonsense, without any sense of the big picture... Ay... I'll be better where I can go again......" The old prince also smiled bitterly.

"Huh......" The two princes glanced at each other, and Prince Anguo smiled: "It seems that in addition to us, there are also foreign guests who have come to watch the ceremony......"

"Huh...... Centennial Festival...... No wonder they came...... It's okay......" Huwei glanced at the roof a hundred feet away.

......

The head of the family, Ning Cheng, was wearing a purple linen robe, tied with hemp rope around his waist, and his long hair was scattered behind his head, with a serious face at this time, standing outside the Ning clan ancestral hall, nine feet away from the ancestral hall.

The fourteen Glory Lords were dressed in white linen clothes, standing six feet away from the patriarch, these fourteen Lords, the first three, had hair like snow, their faces were full of wrinkles, but their faces were moved, yes, this was the second time they participated in the clan sacrifice, how fortunate they were.

The remaining eleven people ranged in age, except for Ning Ze, the youngest was also in his sixties, most of these old men had wounds on their faces, one was missing an arm, one was broken leg, and he was on crutches......

Only the youngest, only thirteen years old, he was dressed in white, standing calmly at the end, his body was full of etiquette, he stood in a group of old people, not only abrupt, but had an indescribable charm.

It is a rhyme, which makes people close, a kind of solemnity, and makes people respectful.

After the fourteen order masters, there were three thousand four hundred and fifty-six Ning clan elders wearing gray clan old clothes, and they stood three feet away......

After that, it was the descendants of the Ning family headed by Ning Qian, and the fifteen heirs stood quietly three feet away from the clan elders......

Behind are the sixty-four patriarchs of the Ning family branch, leading the elders and children of their clan, standing three feet away from the front......

After that, it was the patriarch of the three hundred and twenty-two side lines who led the elders and children of the lineage.

Finally, there are the scattered children of the family, with 35,997 of them bowing down.

There were more than 100,000 Ning disciples who participated in the big sacrifice this time, and these 100,000 people stood quietly and silently on the sacrificial square.

When the viewing platforms on both sides appeared in Ningcheng, they were silent and no longer spoke.