Drive to the town.

It was still dark and there were still many cars on the road, but it was no longer a convoy, but a single car. If everyone brought a follower and a bodyguard, there would be too many people and no seats.

Shang Yang drove there himself and took about fifteen minutes to arrive at the town. He just entered the town and found that vehicles were already parked on both sides, leaving only a gap in the middle for vehicles to pass through on the road. Most people parked the car in this place and walked over, because the more the car drove forward, the higher the person was in the Shang family.

After passing through the town, the Shang Family Ancestral Hall finally came into view. Even though I had seen it yesterday, I still couldn't help but be shocked when I saw it now. I'm afraid that there is only the Shang family in the world.

At this moment, the front of the ancestral temple was full of people, about a few hundred, and the clothes were very uniform, all of which were gray Tang suits slightly lighter than Shang Yang's body. The formation of the standing was also very solemn. Everyone was about one meter away from each other. Someone talked, but they would not whisper in groups of three or five.

Shang Yang parked the car next to the crowd and drove the door alone to get out. Chen Yutong didn't get out because she was inside the Shang family and did not belong to any level and had not married Shang Yang, so she couldn't participate at this time.

"Crazy"

The moment he landed on the ground, hundreds of people looked at each other at almost the same time. No one nodded or greeted him. He just stared at him with his eyes. After all, even a smile was a sin in such an occasion and must be solemn.

After getting off the bus, I glanced.

Seeing that these people stood neatly, they could still observe the differences carefully. The gap between the fifth row and the sixth row on the left was slightly larger, and was divided into two squares by this large gap. The gap between the tenth row and the eleventh row was also much larger, and was also divided into two squares...

It was divided into five squads in total.

There are one or several people standing in front of these teams.

On the far left is Wei Donglai from the Wei family, standing one step behind, standing with Wei Chengyun, and Shen Fengtian standing in front of another team. She was only one person, and she seemed to be alone.

Then there was Zeng Guoqiang, and half a step behind him was his granddaughter Zeng Baoyi.

The number of people on the outside is relatively large, including Qian Jin, Qian Duoduo and other juniors.

"Uncle Shen..."

When Shang Yang saw Uncle Shen coming, he took the initiative to say hello.

Uncle Shen nodded, and his eyes looked at Shang Yang with a complicated look. Before that, he believed that Shang Yang would become the head of the family and was the undisputed head of the family, but things often did not develop in the direction people thought, so he raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation: "Come here..."

He hosted all the ceremonies of the Shang family, and the roles were similar to wanton.

Shang Yang followed by, frowned without leaving any trace. Uncle Shen's eyes were very hidden, but he was still caught. To be honest, his impression of Uncle Shen is not bad, but it is definitely not good. Those who admire him also don't like people like him, the reason is very simple... He doesn't like himself.

Uncle Shen led the way and walked to the back of the bronze incense burner in front of the ancestral hall. Everyone was also in front of everyone, about ten meters away from the incense burner. "Stand here, don't walk around casually, don't make noises. If you have any personal problems, try to hold back. If you can't help it, you must also solve it before the ceremony begins..."

"Thank you, Uncle Shen!"

Shang Yang responded in a low voice, saying that this little thing is not necessary to be explained.

Uncle Shen didn't say anything more and left slowly.

Shang Yang could feel thousands of eyes behind him staring at him. To be honest, this feeling was not very comfortable, because he could not look back and could not bear the pressure of these people's eyes, which would make people look at him.

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Bian, at this moment, even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fire behind him, he cannot take a look at it.

I silently calculated the time in my mind. It is now about five o'clock, and it will take an hour to officially start.

I haven't had this situation for many years. Last time I was in school, I should have a sports meeting. If you think about it carefully, the current scene is indeed very similar to a sports meeting.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the body temperature suddenly dropped. If it weren't for the good physical fitness, it would have been trembling with the cold.

He looked ahead. Although his vision was blocked by the huge incense burner, he already had a model of the Shang clan ancestral hall in his mind. The cold wind just now reminded him that he vaguely remembered that the gentleman he brought when he went to Fengmen Village that year said, "Doors and windows are relatively taboos, and they are evil spirits of the hall."

The buildings of the Shang Family Ancestral Hall can no longer be called opposite doors and windows. There are mountains on both sides of the left and right, and the valley is also a place where dirt is hidden. In addition, the wind in the valley is equivalent to all dirt blowing to the ancestral hall by the wind, which is a great evil.

I don’t know what I thought about building a ancestral hall back then, and offended people?

Just as he was thinking, another car stopped to the side, and Shang Yin walked out of the car.

He got off the car and attracted a lot of attention. He also did not say hello to anyone, nor did he even use Uncle Shen's guidance. He walked towards this side step by step, passed by Shang Yang, and looked at him heavily.

This was the first time that the crude oil was attacked that day and the father and son met after Shang Yin left.

"Don't be happy with things or sad with yourself, and you will not be surprised!" Shang Yin passed by Shang Yang and whispered a reminder, meaning to tell Shang Yang that there should be no performance of people and things happening today. After all, the whole Shang family is here, and the image of joy in the face of being seen by everyone is not good.

He walked to Shang Yang left and stood firm.

"clear…"

Shang Yang responded in a low voice, looking at Shang Yin's back, which was a bit complicated. In fact, the initial purpose was to force him to rebel and let him show up with the old man. This practice may be immoral to others, but Shang Taishan has ever had mercy on anyone? This is just for self-protection.

After the forced slaughter, Shang Yin did not resist. To put it nicely, he valued friendship, and to put it badly, he was obedient, and finally forced himself to go into battle himself.

The psychology of this father who had only met for more than 20 years was even more complicated. He had never been with his father and did not know how to get along with him. He once enjoyed his family affection for killing crocodiles without saying a word, and had to start from the overall situation in the face of choice.

Thanks to his origin for giving himself a stage.

But if you have never had a father, you can live in China peacefully. How could these things happen?

"Crack"

Another car stopped and saw a "weak" figure appear. Shang Wan's clothes should have been done long ago, so now it looks a bit fat and cannot be supported by a shriveled body. It is very inconsistent. He also walked here step by step without saying anything, standing in front of Shang Yang's right.

Shang Yang did not put too much attention on him. As the saying goes, a pitiful person must have something hateful. This is true. He almost died in his hands many times. He survived like a little strongman every time. He just failed once. To put it, he could only blame his fate.

About fifteen minutes later.

The last car stopped.

Seeing this car, nearly a thousand people turned around in unison and looked at it devoutly.

Uncle Chen quickly walked to the car door and opened it.

Shang Taishan was wearing cloth shoes and wearing a pure black Tang suit, walking off the car, with white hair and energetic spirits, standing eyebrows like sharp swords, and eyes like eagle eyes.

"The head of the family..."

Shangwan monk Shangyin was the first to bend down.

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Shang Yang had not passed this scene and was half a beat slower.

"Honor"

Four officials from the border bent down to greet him.

"Honor!"

Then the opposition shouted in unison, his voice deafening and endlessly in the valley.

I have to admit that the momentum displayed at this moment is refreshing and intoxicating, as if the soul is hit.

Shang Taishan swept around, withdrew his gaze, walked forward step by step, and walked straight ahead to Shang Yang. He was closer to the King's bronze incense burner than Shang Yin Shang Wan, and stood firmly, with a body like a green pine.

Seeing that he stood firm, everyone stood up straight.

At this point, everyone was present.

Wait quietly for time to pass...

At 5:45, Uncle Chen stood beside the bronze tripod, with his back facing the ancestral hall, facing everyone, and shouted with great enthusiasm: "Please, Chenxiang, open the hall..."

No one could have thought that an old man could yell so loudly.

He finished speaking.

"Crack..."

Just look at the five arches of the ancestral hall in front of me, all of which were opened. People pushed the huge wooden door, which looked like a slut, shaking a big tree. Then they saw seven people walking out of the side door on the left side of the main entrance. One person in front was holding a ladder, and the remaining six people were each carrying a incense stick.

He slowly walked to the furnace and cauldron, placed the ladder on the furnace and climbed up alone, and stood on the edge of the furnace and cauldron.

Uncle Chen said again: "Burn incense..."

Hearing these two words, Shang Taishan took the lead in bowing.

Then everyone bowed.

The incense became one person carrying it, the other person took out an ignition device to light it, then carried it on the bronze tripod, and took it from above and inserted it on the bronze tripod.

In just one minute, all three incense sticks were lit and inserted, and smoke rose up, and the seven people also retreated to the ancestral hall.

Uncle Chen said: "The morning fragrance is like a ancestral hall..."

When worshiping ancestors and choosing a family leader, you cannot be outside the ancestral hall, but inside. This is just an organizational site.

The words fell.

Shang Taishan took the lead, walked around the side of the incense burner tripod, and walked forward. Shang Wan Shang Yin followed closely, and Shang Yang also followed behind.

"Crazy"

Everyone in the rear took steps at the same time. Although there were many people, everyone was a famous figure in one side. However, no one was abrupt here, and the pace was consistent. As they walked forward, the formation still did not flash.

As the head of the family, Shang Taishan walked straight to the archway in the middle.

Shang Yang and the other two, as members of the Shang family, were also heirs, and they also walked through the middle arch.

The remaining four families go through four doors.

The team in the middle, which was no one leading the team, was the old man's personal soldiers. That is, when the time meeting, all funds were allocated, they separated from the middle and walked through the arch on the left and right sides of the arch.

Passing through the hall and walking to the center of the yard.

Shang Taishan stopped in front of the ancestral hall.

The sound of footsteps gradually decreased, and everyone walked into this courtyard that was amplified dozens of times, but the courtyard was filled with it.

Wait about two minutes.

Uncle Chen said again: "The time is coming, and the cannons are coming, and the music is played... The chief priest, the head of each tribe, and the elderly, enter the ancestral hall!"

The words fell.

Shang Taishan took the lead in entering the ancestral hall.

Shang Yin, Shang Wan and Shang Yang followed closely behind.

Chen Fengtian and the other two followed slowly, while the others did not move.

Eight people stood firm in front of hundreds of tablets...
Chapter completed!