Spring Festival has always been the most important festival for dealers.

com is also the most important festival for the people of Shuangxian County.

When Zhuang Yi first celebrated the spring festival here, he felt a strange sense of intimacy. The spring festival is very similar to the Spring Festival in his previous life.

In comparison, the spring festival is more lively than the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival that Zhuangyi had before.

It made him recall the lively scene when he was a child in the countryside. In his previous life, as he grew older, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival became less and less.

Spring Festival celebrates the departure of winter and welcomes the festival of spring. On this day, every household will worship their ancestors with the most solemn rituals.

During the year, only on this day, the forbidden area of ​​the dealer will be opened. All members of the family will go to the huge martial arts performance field in front of the ancestral hall to worship.

The nearly nine thousand children of the banker, regardless of gender, age, were all concentrated in the martial arts field. According to seniority, they were ranked in order.

Except for the elders with a transcendent status, the rest of the people, regardless of age, status and status, are ranked only by seniority.

The banker passed down from the ancestors of the country, there are three houses, divided into one, two, and three houses. There is a faint competitive relationship between the three houses.

Among them, one room has always had the upper hand. Most of the patriarchs of all generations came from one room. The number of elders came from one room is the largest.

As the clan leader, Zhuang Cangyun was in front of all the clans, behind him were four core elders - originally five, but the third elder was in custody, so he did not come.

In the next column are the elders of the outer hall with the strength of a martial artist.

Zhuang Cangyun was wearing a special sacrificial costume and holding a scepter representing the supreme power of the clan leader. From the sacrificial platform, he looked down at the tribesmen below with a solemn expression.

There was a 9,000-person martial arts stadium, but there was no sound. Everyone tried their best to stand up and looked at their patriarch with a serious face.

The solemn eyes swept through the crowd, with gray hair, and the old man who dedicated all his youth to the family; the heroic posture supported the sky's prime; the young man who was full of vitality and hope for the family; the baby who was hungry in his mother's arms, the baby of the family's future...

"Clanmen." Zhuang Cangyun's majestic voice came to everyone in the martial arts field. "It has been five hundred years, twenty generations, and five hundred years of ups and downs since the first ancestor of the Zhuangjia. "

Just as he slowly told the family's history in a heavy tone, a riot came from the entrance next to him.

As soon as the voice stopped, Zhuang Cangyun frowned unhappily. At this important moment, who was making trouble?

The people below also looked in that direction, wanting to know what happened.

A passionate voice came from afar, "I am the eldest grandson of the first room. Do you think I am not qualified to participate in the spring festival?"

Is it him?

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhuang Cangyun's brows frowned even tighter. Hearing the riots tend to increase, his eyes narrowed and waved to the back.

An elder in the outer hall standing behind him took a step forward.

"Let the guards let him in." Zhuang Cangyun ordered softly.

The elder of the outer hall nodded slightly and ran down the stage. After a while, the riot subsided. When he turned around, there was a young man behind him.

This young man was Zhuang Yi. He came from Xiao Gu and went home to change his clothes for sacrifices, but he was finally one step late.

When I arrived at the gate, I was actually stopped. Only then did the situation just now appear.

Thousands of people were staring at Zhuang Yi who was slowly approaching.

Facing more than 10,000 different gazes, Zhuang Yi's expression remained unchanged. He kept his original frequency under his feet, walked to the front position step by step, and stood still.

He is the eldest grandson of a house and should stand at the forefront.

Zhuang Yi's arrival was beyond the expectations of many people. Especially the elders on the stage, after experiencing the divorce letter of the Mei family, they thought that Zhuang Yi had hated them to the core.

Unexpectedly, after a month of silence, he still came to attend the New Year Festival, and was the eldest grandson of a housekeeper.

Zhuang Cangyun looked at Zhuang Yi deeply, then looked away, facing the tribe members who had calmed down again, and continued the speech just now.

"After five hundred years of ups and downs..."

Although the dealer is not a famous family, the rituals accumulated over the past five hundred years have made the entire sacrificial process complicated, no less than those big families.

It took a whole morning to complete all the procedures.

At noon, according to tradition, nearly a thousand tables of banquets were placed in the martial arts venue, and nine thousand tribe members all had a meal together.

In order to rectify this banquet, the dealer invited all the chefs and chefs from Shuangpu Town, but it was still not enough. He went to the neighboring town to hire hundreds of chefs, which was barely enough.

Nine thousand people had a meal together, and the scene was extremely amazing.

After the reunion dinner, someone took down the table and chairs. Then, ten arenas were quickly built.

"Young people over ten years old and under twenty years old come here to concentrate."

After the ring was set up, a loud shout rang out in the middle.

Immediately, hundreds of people rushed over at the same time. The rest of the tribe retreated to the edge and gave up a large open space.

At the command of an elder in the outer hall, nearly a thousand young people were divided into two teams of men and women according to their age and were automatically lined up.

"Disciples from Wu Pavilion, leave the list."

When the elders of the outer hall drank, nearly two hundred people immediately walked out of the line and lined up in another line.

The three elders of the outer hall each led a team to the three white boulders in the center.

"Touchstone."

Looking at the stone that looked like white jade, Zhuang Yi silently recited in his heart.

Touchstone is a magical stone with a color like jade, smooth and white. It is only produced on high mountains.

The touchstone is extremely sensitive to the true qi and can change the color according to the properties and strength of the true qi.

Red represents the realm of martial artists, orange, represents the warrior, green, represents the martial artist, purple, represents the innate.

The depth of the color is the level of the reaction strength. Light red is the lower-grade martial artist, rose red, which represents the middle-grade martial artist and red, which represents the top-grade martial artist.

Because of this characteristic, this kind of stone is called a "touchstone".

Although the third elder said he would go to Wu Pavilion before retreating, he never went there. He was proud in his bones. Wu Pavilion did not accept him at the beginning. But he couldn't ask him to bow to Wu Pavilion.

Over ten years old and under twenty years old, they have not entered the Wu Pavilion. Either they have not reached their strength or have mediocre qualifications. Although they have achieved their strength, they have been in Wu Pavilion for two years and were eliminated again.

Therefore, Zhuang Yi's team was very fast in the test. Because they were queuing in front, most of the younger than him had not reached the level of a martial artist.

Soon, the people in front of him were all tested and it was his turn to play.

"Name." The elder in charge of the test held a thick notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. There was no trace of emotion in his voice.

"Zhuangyi."

With this confident voice, the elder's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and his somewhat sluggish eyes swept across Zhuang Yi's face.
Chapter completed!