0p0 Chapter 178 Ancestral Hall
Chapter 178 Ancestral Hall
Phoenix coronet, red quilt, and a big red sedan chair.
It happened that there was a strong wind in Dongting Lake on that day.
When the Chu girl stood up, the sleeves of her robe with gold and silver threads fluttered, and the hem of her skirt fell on the damp stone floor like a stunning reflection.
The four sedan bearers were stunned.
A female voice came from the sedan chair in a cold voice.
"Get up the sedan."
Red crumbs were falling all over the sky, lotus seeds, longans and red dates were rolling on the stone floor.
Chu Yan lifted a corner of the sedan chair curtain.
From a distance, you can still see Songyang’s funeral hall in the mist.
Weddings and funerals are all handled separately and there is no delay.
The sedan chair was carried onto the black-sailed boat.
The pitch-black awning was like a monster that was ready to devour its prey. It quickly wrapped the red silk in its shadows.
There were raindrops falling from the sky.
The "Dragon King" with a bulging abdomen was placed on the bow of the black-sailed boat, looking eerie and gloomy under the cover of the boat lights. Several sedan chair bearers removed the poles of the sedan chair, and the dark-skinned men sat in front of the Dragon King statue and respectfully lit a stick of incense. The old boatman sat on the bow, muttering: "It's raining, why is it raining suddenly..."
Chu Yan pulled up the curtain of the sedan chair.
I don’t know if it’s because of the light.
The Dragon King statue on the bow, with a pair of glazed horizontal pupils, suddenly flashed and met Chu Yan's eyes!
The system was shocked!
Chu Yan said indifferently: [Where did this evil spirit come from? How dare it usurp the totem of the Xia Kingdom and hide in the water village to pretend to be a dragon. ]
System: [Host, are you not afraid? ]
Chu Yan: [I am a staunch atheist.]
System: [But the host clearly went to worship Emperor Wenchang, Kuixing, Confucius, and Master Guan every now and then before the college entrance examination...]
Chu Yan: [Have you had breakfast? If not, eat something now.]
system:【……】
The black-sailed boat is close to the ancestral hall.
The coldness brought by the drizzle became even more biting.
After arriving on the island, I discovered that the Song Family Ancestral Hall has beautiful scenery and excellent feng shui.
Song Ling is easy to find in the crowd.
He is cowardly and very conspicuous.
But today, Song Ling had a bitter face. Rather than being depressed, he felt more afraid.
Chu Yan recalled that he threatened Song Ling to lead the way on Xuan Chuang's operating table. Yigui was frightened and repeatedly said that the mother plant was too powerful and he was useless.
Chu Yan sent a message.
Song Ling found a corner to reply stealthily, saying that the mother plant suppressed him, and he felt uneasy as soon as he arrived on the island...
Chu Yan paused.
It seems that he has unintentionally started to care about the system.
The system chirped, and was very excited: [Host, this place is ancient and quaint, it is simply a holy place for making movies, and every shot is a blockbuster. The color matching of the dock is also very Instagram-style. It's rare for us to wear such beautiful clothes, do you want to...]
Chu Yan nodded.
It's useless, very reassuring.
Seeing that the host no longer paid attention, the system could only open the live broadcast room with goods and continue to watch its turtles collide with each other.
Chu Yan held the hilt of the sword and looked around.
The Song Clan's water stronghold is dotted with islands. The ancestral hall seems to be isolated, but in fact it is firmly protected by the stars, just like the diaphragm, ribs, tendons and lungs in the body of the Song Clan's disciples. It is unknown whether the topography is intentional by the Song Clan or the unintentional influence of the strangeness.
At this time, Song's disciples were busy sending the "newlyweds" to the ancestral hall.
It's like worker ants carrying brand new sacrifices to pay tribute to the mother ant in the nest.
The mother plant of Tao seeds is here.
The incense that the men of the Song family desperately want to pass on is its incense. The true essence that the Song family desperately wants to absorb is its nutrition. Only when the Song family's incense is prosperous, it will have a long life.
Chu Yan lowered his eyes.
Good fortune has its limits, it will rise and fall after reaching its peak.
The sword in his palm trembled slightly in the box.
She raised the corners of her lips, gently bent her fingers, and soothed the sound of the sword caused by the agitation of her true energy.
Outside the curtain of the sedan chair, someone sang loudly.
"I am glad that the red string has been tied today, a perfect match. May we live together forever in the future, with the fragrance of osmanthus and orchid..."
Inside the Song Clan Ancestral Hall.
Several masters took their seats.
In the past, if Song Yang was alive, the top position would have been reserved for the Grand Master. Now that Song Yang was gone, there was no one to suppress them, and although everyone seemed sad on the surface, they were actually quite relieved.
The Song family had a good meal this week. A few days ago, Songyang had a funeral banquet, and today Songling had a wedding banquet. The masters were all in mourning, and they were all sleek. In the ancestral hall, red paper was stuck on the white lanterns, wreaths were placed in front of the red candles, a stack of longans and red dates on the left, and a stack of gold and silver ingots on the right, which looked absurd and bizarre.
Yet no one cared about the details.
Someone asked anxiously, "Did Song Yang give anything to Song Ling before he died?"
Another person snorted coldly: "You will know if you ask. We came here today, and we both know it's for this matter."
"If Song Ling doesn't speak up..."
"You won't ask? Then I will make sure he can't marry my beautiful bride. It just so happens that I still need a second wife!"
"This - what if Song Xun makes trouble..."
"Song Xun? He hurriedly sent his own son to the master's house for adoption, and Song Yang rewarded him with the status of a master. Now that the grand master is gone, can he still count on the father's status to be passed down to his son? In my opinion, the emperor takes turns, and the direct line should also be replaced-"
There was a loud bang of gongs and drums at the door.
Everyone looked at it.
Song Ling was holding the red silk, shaking loudly. On the other end was a noble lady from an unknown family, with a graceful figure and elegant manners.
The elder with a kind smile stood up and patted Song Ling on the shoulder.
Only the person who presided over the wedding ceremony was left.
The elder said slowly: "Close the door."
The MC was stunned: "This, this is against the rules..."
The elder sneered, "I am the rule. Close it, and don't open the door if you hear any noise!"
The narrow door was closed, and a dim beam of light came in through the crack. People outside could only vaguely see the Chu girl holding a red silk in her hand, with her head slightly lowered, and her three thousand black hair falling like a waterfall under the veil.
The subsequent scenes were locked in the ancient ancestral hall.
inside the door.
The master of ceremonies said tremblingly: "Conclude a good marriage, become a perfect couple, tie the red rope early, and live together forever..."
The man laughed loudly and said:
"and many more."
"I'm afraid this bride needs to be held by this old man first!"
"Song Ling, do you really think that we came here today just to witness the marriage of your little boy?"
Songling conditioned reflex.
I just want to find a mop...
The kind face of the man disappeared, revealing a ferocious look: "Little girl, your husband may not be able to go out today. If you are afraid, just lift the veil and sit over here--"
The girl raised her hand in response.
The fingertips are delicate and white, the knuckles are slender and well-proportioned, even though they lack a trace of blood color, the curve is soft like the morning dew in spring, and delicate like the petals of a newly opened magnolia.
Several people in the hall were slightly stunned, and many of them were itching to watch, secretly cursing that the old thief got there first.
Unexpectedly, the Chu girl did not lift up the red silk.
Instead, he suddenly drew out a long sword from his sleeve. The sword was as fast as lightning in the air, and the cold arc of light went straight into the opponent's chest!
The blood-red robe sleeves were raised.
Raising your hand means saving a life!
In frozen silence of horror.
Chu Yan lifted up the red silk, and the second sword was swung without any delay. The sword light suddenly surged, like a starry sky rising up!