It was bright and Birmingham, who had put on white mourning clothes, climbed to the top of the stone castle, sighed, and expressed his full depression that had been accumulated all day.

The sword given to Zhongyao was shattered by someone's wooden true energy. For Bojiazhuang, who claims to be a famous sword-making master, it was naturally a big loss, but Birmingham didn't care too much. The sword was neither cast nor chosen by him.

What he was depressed was that Zhong Yao blocked his way to find Ji Xiaozhu to discuss, and the way to find Ji Xiaozhu to chat was blocked by the Zhong family's meat mountain again.

After a year of not seeing each other, Ji Xiaozhu became more and more provocative. Seeing her from afar, Birmingham's heart seemed to be being picked on the tip of a bamboo, swaying and shaking in the wind.

Everyone in Bojiazhuang knew his love for Ji Xiaozhu, and everyone subconsciously said that "it's very good-looking."

They are really mediocre people. They didn’t know that Ji Xiaozhu is good, and they didn’t know that only they deserve such a fairy.

My father fell to help and used Ji Xiaozhu as a bargaining chip to join hands with the Zhong family in exchange for the promise of the Zhong family.

This is not good. It is too disrespectful to Xiaozhu, but as long as you enter your own door, you will spoil her and make up for her. Anyway, for Xiaozhu, only a man as tall as a sword can match her, and she must be happy.

Zhongyao, the little brother, will definitely stop him. The brother-in-law was like this at the beginning. He didn't care if he was frustrated yesterday.

But why, why is this happening?

Yesterday he found Zhong Zhiqiang, but the guy turned against him and said that Zhong Yao was the lord of the castle and everything was decided by the boy.

That's still a little brat!

Even if his cultivation level increases, he is still from Xiaozhu Sect. Why is he as tall as his father?

Well, for Xiaozhu's happiness, he endured it!

He went to find Zhongyao again, but he couldn't find it. Zhongjiabao was as messy as a pot of porridge, everyone was running wildly, and even the farmers were involved. I don't know what was making a fuss, and I didn't stop at night.

After sleeping, I was so lazy that I didn't want to practice swords. Birmingham looked high and was surprised to find that these people had not stopped yet!

Just north of Shibao, on the higher back mountain, the Zhong family's ancestral hall was extremely lively. Countless people were wearing plain white mourning clothes, coming in and out, most of them carrying baskets on their backs, and the rest carried hoes and carts, as if they were rectifying some major project.

"My grandfather's first seventh is not so lively. What are the Zhong family doing? Go and ask!"

Birmingham moved his mouth and ran away as he ran away. After a long time, he came back out of breath and shouted in horror: "The Zhong family is crazy!"

After listening to the commentary from his partner, Birmingham looked incredible.

"They want to change the clan tomb into a cemetery and the clan temple into a land temple?"

"Yes, young owner, isn't this crazy?"

"Hehe...it's really interesting..."

Birmingham laughed twice first, and the laughter suddenly increased: "Haha, it's so interesting!"

When my companion was still laughing, my face froze behind me.

Birmingham's eyes lit up: "Did Zhong Yao do it? It must be him. Only his little brat would be so unscrupulous."

He said in an obvious tone of admiration: "Great! I have to go and see, how can I stand by and watch such an interesting thing?"

With a clanging sword, he jumped and jumped directly from the rooftop.

The companion exclaimed: "Young owner!"

The smoke and dust rose, the red flames surged, and Birmingham came out with his sword, like stepping out of a self-forged furnace.

He walked towards the frightened farmer beside him, stretched out his big hand, and wanted to take the other party's backpack: "Uncle, I'll help you."

The farmer blinked and came back to his senses, and waved his hand: "No need, it's the urn of my ancestors. I should carry it, and I should carry it."

Birmingham yelled, scratched his head and smiled, and walked towards a little girl carrying two large bundles of wood on her shoulders.

Before he could reach out, the little girl's feet were filled with wind and walked. After walking a few steps, she turned around and grimaced at him, and said unhappily: "I'm stupid, I look down on others!"

Birmingham continued to scratch his head, but he persisted in finding the next one.

He Dashan, who was carrying the urn, quickly pulled his wife away. The couple was scared just now.

"I thought about it all night but still didn't understand. What did you say the lord do?"

He Dashan murmured in a low voice. Yesterday, Zhong Shancun first brought a group of kids to inform him from the door to door, saying that he would notify the big news.

When they arrived at the training ground below the stone castle, they found that all the tenants from the Zhong family had arrived. The two old men, Zhong Chengye and Zhong Chenglin, took turns to speak, asking them to move their ancestors to the Zhong family ancestral hall for burial immediately.

"It's an extraordinary moment, I can't ignore so many rules. It's still the glory of our Zhan Zhong family."

"The people lying in the tomb are all big men who can emit sword light, land gods! What's wrong with letting your ancestors live with the immortals?"

He picked up what she understood and said that it was all the words of the two old men.

Zhong Chengye has the highest cultivation level and is highly respected. His words are more important than those of the two castle masters. Zhong Chenglin is an old manager. He has been dealing with their tenant farmers for years and is kind and gentle, and everyone can listen to what he says.

It wasn't these two people who came forward, they thought it was the juniors of the Zhong family who were playing tricks.

The ashes of ancestors were buried with the ancestors of the Zhong family, and the Zhong family ancestral hall was converted into a land temple. The seventh master of the front fort... That is, tomorrow, I will invite the land master to have fun at the same time?

The two elders also explained the reason, saying that the demon nightmare was approaching and that they could only rely on the Tudigong to protect Zhongjia Fort. Only by doing this can they ask Tudigong to go to the Tudigong.

Of course it is good to be able to invite the Land Lord. The farmers didn't talk much nonsense. They went home and first tribute to the ancestral graves, and then dug out their ancestral graves overnight. This is a life-saving strategy. Not only did the ancestors not care about it, but they also supported them very much. In the past, they crushed their ancestors' bones and ashes, but didn't they say anything?

But everyone was still wondering, thinking that this matter was a bit lingering.

Didn’t God grant the Land Lord? Now this method is a bit like pushing out a bunch of ancestors and then forcing God to choose a land Lord. Can God agree?

If this idea was made by the two elders, everyone would think it was reliable. The key was that the elders said that this was the idea of ​​the castle lord.

Did the castle owner dream?

Oh, I forgot that the castle lord has replaced him, now it is that little guy Zhongyao.

The other farmers were much more nervous. In comparison, Lao He and his wife were slightly better. Zhongyao talked to them yesterday.

He Dashan smiled foolishly and said, "The Fortress Lord asked us yesterday, and I mentioned my ancestors at that time. Could it be that the Fortress Lord listened to my words? Hey, it hurts!"

He grabbed his ear again and spat, "You can do it, you can call the castle master. Will you still have to go to heaven in the future?"

He was vicious in his mouth, but there was no annoyance on his face.

The woman thought it was real. The castle lord must have made this decision not after hearing them yesterday, but it was more or less relevant. Can you count on reducing the rent in the future and giving more rewards?

After leaving the fort gate, he headed straight to the Zhong Family Ancestral Hall in the back mountain. He chased after him with a thud. He Dashan's back lightened, and two young men helped him raise his back basket.

"Small hills, small trees..."

He shouted: "Why are you here?"

The young man in his twenties and had short beards dodged his eyes and said, "Of course we have to come after our ancestors move the grave."

He Xiaoshu, who was less than 20 years old, shouted: "The news came to the town of my uncle before dawn. I told my brother that in order to protect this family, my parents even moved the graves of our ancestors. Can we, sons, have to run away?"

He took his chin and pointed at his brother: "The people in the uncle's family are laughing at us who are hiding, how can I bear it?"

He stomped his feet: "It's okay if Xiaoshu comes back, Xiaoshan...whether your wife?"

He Xiaoshan said depressedly: "I'm back and I'm cleaning up at home, and she can't bear to leave our fields."

He still wanted to nag, and He Dashan laughed and said, "It's okay to come back or you! You have to die together, you have to live together!"

"With the Land Lord, we must have a hundred years of peace here, and we will no longer be worried and scared."

He also wanted to pull her husband's ears. When he heard the second half, his hand paused and fell on He Dashan's shoulder.

She looked around and saw a family carrying the elderly and young, carrying baskets filled with urns, walking towards the ancestral hall together.

She looked forward and saw that the plaque on the gate of the ancestral hall had been removed. The guards who had been scolding people with a stern face were also carrying materials.

He silently said, "Our ancestors must bless us."

After the outer hall of Zhong Family Ancestral Hall was broken by Zi Luo's front body, it only erected new beams and pillars, and it was not time to build a roof.

In this unpopular pavilion, Zhong Yao was so energetic that he silently recited the blessings of his ancestors, and drove away this trick quickly.

He is dealing with another uninvited guest...

This is a girl who can't take her eyes off the ground, so bright.

The white dress looks like a mourning uniform, but it is covered with white silk embroidered with silver patterns of flowers and birds. The waist, chest, cuffs and even skirts are covered with gold and jade, and white fox hair is surrounded by neck.

No matter how bright the clothes are, they can only hold their eyes a little longer. The main reason is that the girl is beautiful enough.

This is a very youthful and lively girl with skin like jade fat, facial features like picturesque, and a look. She smiles with a pair of light wine vortexes, and her big eyes are like peach blossoms, and she will lit up wherever she sweeps.

Logically speaking, the wine vortex, peach blossom eyes and a body of gold and jade are gathered together. Even the national beauty is hard to bear, but when it comes to this girl, she doesn't feel vulgar at all.

The key is that she was carrying a long sword around her waist, and the hilt of the sword was covered with jade white without any trace of distortion, which immediately made her golden and jade aura a foil. And she herself, the owner of the white jade sword, was above the gold and jade, like a fairy who emerged from the dust.

For Zhongyao, who eats soil and practices with soil, this girl suddenly became a trash when she stood in front of him.

Zhong Yao still appreciates the beauty of a girl, but it is limited to appreciation, and it is static. Even though the girl’s curves are enchanting, compared with Ji Xiaozhu, it is the difference between Mount Tai and the North China Plain, but the plains are vast and fertile and can farm.

Once the girl spoke, in Zhongyao's eyes, that little beauty disappeared.

What's more, the girl's surname is Uncle Benhua, and this name is really out of the play.

Shu Benhua is the daughter of Shu Tianxiong, the head of the Shu family. Before Zhong Zhizhong made a connection, he had agreed to marry the two families and Zhong Yao would marry her. According to convention, he should be waiting for the Zhong family to propose marriage, but he did not expect that he would come over.

"I'm here to break the engagement..."

The girl kept the fairy-like smile, but her tone floated like a catkin in the wind.

The snow-white jaw was raised high, and she said, "I know you have concealed your cultivation. The waste of firewood from the second floor of foundation building has become a master of the eighth floor of foundation building, but under my sword, there is no difference."

Holding the white jade sword tightly, she looked straight, her eyes filled with contempt that was completely inconsistent with her smile: "The current cultivation level is only temporary. I will never tie my future to Guanshan, a small and broken cage full of rotten smell."

Zhongyao was excited and came to break the engagement!

Unfortunately, Zi Luo stayed outside the study to take care of her vines and ivy, otherwise he would have really yelled at Zi Luo.

"I was finally broken off from the engagement!"

Oh, what should I do? Should I look like I'm almost shattering my teeth, and then roar like a wounded beast?
Chapter completed!