The sky was still gray. Before the people in the dream could get sleepy, they heard the sound of rumbling carriages coming from the street. Although they had complaints, they didn't dare to say anything when they saw that they were from the Hong family. Although the power of the Hong family in Hongjia Town was not as strong as before, they were still relatives of the Hong family in the city. Few people provoked these big families, and no one dared to guarantee that they would never return to the big family.

"It's from the Hong family. Do they want to go into the city?" The old lady who got up early and sold wontons said to the old man who was burning fire while making wontons.

"They were originally from the city. It is natural to go back after they die. The fallen leaves return to their roots." The old man was making a fire, but he couldn't lit it after working for a long time.

"Old man, what's going on today? Haven't you started igniting the fire yet?" said the old lady, glimpsing the old man who was so smoked that he coughed three times.

"Hehe, even God pity them, mother and son." The old man said carelessly.

"Don't talk nonsense. It would be amazing if they heard it. We are just selling wontons." The old lady glared at the old man.

Riding on the white horse full of white banners, Hong Meng, who was dressed in a filial piety, happened to hear the conversation between the old man and the old lady, his eyes moved slightly, and a solemn sequela appeared on his face. It seemed that his father's death had a great impact on this place. No matter what, he was also the lord of this town, but he only had the right to speak here. But in the Hong family that he had never been to before, his father had no right to speak.

"Are the wontons cooked by someone--" Hong Meng sighed, more sad.

Looking back at his mother in the carriage, Hong Meng was also worried that he would rely on himself to support this small world in the future.

"Mother must be worried, I must follow her, hey, I'm in a difficult situation!" Last night, there were only one page left, but Hong Meng didn't care about it, but he just had to work hard again.

My mother said that my father is different from the Hong family in the city. He is just a mortal, while the people in the city are immortals. This gap makes my father lose the right to speak, and it is even more impossible for him to have a place where he can gain a place.

Hong Meng didn't know why his father had not practiced the art of becoming an immortal like the Hong family in the city. In that case, his father's cultivation should be quite high. However, his mother knew a little reason. Since his father was very young, other cousins ​​could practice, but only his grandfather refused to allow his father to practice. For some reason, other ancestors' tasks did not discourage his grandfather and the unshakable decision.

When Hong Meng's father grew up one by one, it was when his ancestors left. In their despised eyes, Hong Meng's father was under great shame and the pressure of not being able to protect himself. He lived in a daze. Until Hong Meng's mother was about to give birth, his cousins ​​finally showed his power and sent out his pregnant mother and cowardly father, and his parents were taken to the relatively rich Hongjia Town.

In the gray sky, large clouds gathered at this moment. Raindrops fell from time to time, touching the green leaves on the tall trees, and then immersed in the dull soil and turned into nothing.

Feeling the cold air in the air, Hong Meng felt that his memories were intermittent and endless. Looking at the sky where heavy rain was coming, he regarded the sudden change of the weather as the sorrow of heaven for his father, and the thunder and lightning that burst out with strong destructive power was God making a sound for his father.

"Mom, it's raining soon. Where can we avoid the rain?" Hong Meng looked at the sky and frowned.

Hong Meng's mother lifted the curtain of the carriage, walked out and took a look, and said, "Let's walk for another time and get to Changting to shelter from the rain."

When Hong Meng heard his mother's words, he waved his hand and took the Hong family members to the road.

Along the way, Hong Meng looked at the surrounding environment and accidentally discovered that from Hongjia Town, there were small hills and most plains. Since leaving the town, the mountains in front of him became higher and higher and more magnificent. The rich deep forests covered the curved mountains. Whenever the mountain broke from a certain part, there was a large area of ​​old forest. The hills seemed to be arranged regularly and winding forward until the highest peak in the farthest place, and it ended suddenly as if the head had been cut off.

Yuanguang City is a small small city with average strength, which is not ranked at all in the Wanxiang Country. At this moment, it stands quietly behind the farthest peak, that is, to the north of the mountain. It is ordinary and few people notice its existence. It is only many years ago that the ancestors of the Hong family had some connection with Tianbao City near the imperial city. However, after the ancestors of the Hong family disappeared, Yuanguang City returned to peace and was still not in the eyes of the major forces.

"There is Changting ahead. Everyone carry my father's coffin in and be careful." Hong Meng's eyes first looked at the few people sheltering from the rain in Changting, and then his eyes moved towards the Hong Family's Divine Way.

"Yes, young master." The servants said in unison, and then they were busy carrying the coffin.

Hong Meng got off the horse and walked towards the few people in the long pavilion. Then he bowed and said, "Several, my father's coffin needs some space, so please forgive me if it causes any inconvenience to everyone."

"It's so unlucky. I encountered this in the early morning." A man in his twenties and thirties said dissatisfied.

"How can this dead man be compared with a living person? Even if he dies, he will still implicate us. I'm afraid this is not a place to give way." The speaker was wearing a hat and lifted it open.

Hearing the disrespectful words of these two people, Hong Meng was angry and immediately changed his face and said, "I am from the Hong family. Please move to the emperor for the sake of the Hong family and go to another place to shelter from the rain."

"Oh, I actually moved the Hong family to suppress us. Aren't you just driven out? You dare to bring the Hong family? It's ridiculous." The man wearing a straw hat stood in the middle of Changting and said.

"As the saying goes, it's good to enjoy the cool under a big tree. Hehe, you see, there is a big tree there. Are you looking for a big tree to rely on?" The man in his twenties and thirties pointed to the big tree not far away and said.

"You-you," Hong Meng was about to curse a few words, but after saying a few words, he couldn't continue.

The sparse raindrops were gradually getting denser. Although Hong Meng and his servants were wearing raincoats, the cold situation made Hong Meng feel heartbroken. It turned out that the death of a person was not that simple. Not only could he not take anything away, but he would also leave a lot of problems.

Hong Meng never realized the humiliation of his father's hands before his death, but he did deeply understand the humiliation that the Hong family received after his father's death. What is the difference between a person without power and no cultivation and the humble and fragile ants on the ground? Only by cultivation can one become stronger, one can one no longer be discriminated against, and those unfair bullying.

"We are still guests of the Qing family." The man with the cloak suddenly said.

"Are you a guest of the Qing family?" Hong Meng murmured, only because he was unlucky and actually encountered such a hard nail with cultivation.

Hong Meng seemed to be forced to the edge of the cliff, unable to advance or retreat, and entered a dilemma. A cold look in his eyes, Hong Meng sighed heavily, thinking that he could not let his father suffer any more humiliation. His legs slowly bent down, as if he was under pressure of tens of millions of pounds and could not kneel down for a long time.

"Meng'er, do you still want to embarrass your father?"

Feng Shuang in the carriage had already lifted the corner of the curtain to watch the situation outside. When she saw Hong Meng having an argument with the people in the pavilion, she couldn't help but wipe her tears, and the corners of her mouth kept trembling, as if she was about to cry. Then she saw Hong Meng's helpless look and was about to kneel down to pray, she could no longer resist the great humiliation and hurriedly spoke to stop Hong Meng.

Hong Meng hesitated for most of the day and was about to kneel down to beg for the Luo family in the pavilion when he suddenly heard his mother's questioning and stood up quickly, not daring to give in anyway. Anyway, he would be humiliated no matter what. Instead of asking for bullying himself again, it would be better to be on guard and keep it quietly, and never give up his dignity.

"Let's go, let's forgive others, and wear a hat whenever we have to."

Just as Hong Meng was determined not to beg, an old man's voice suddenly seemed to be commanding, and it rang in his ears. Hong Meng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly bowed to the old man and said, "Thank you, senior. I don't know the name of the senior surname Gao?"

"I am Wang Hua."

Before Hong Meng could thank him, the old man had already rushed into the pouring rain. The old man's answer then echoed in the sound of the rain.

Hong Meng put down his gratitude and quickly helped the servants carefully carry their father's coffin into the Chang Pavilion. The Chang Pavilion was not very large, but there were still some people standing. Hong Meng carried his mother to the Chang Pavilion to prevent her from getting any mud. Some servants also covered their raincoats and hats on the horses in the heavy rain so that they could take less pain. Then they stood on the other side of the coffin, with only one place where they could put their feet, half of their bodies were soaked in the rain, and half of their bodies were in the pavilion.

Everyone stayed in the long pavilion for half an hour, but they saw that although the sky was hazy, the raindrops had become much smaller, so they were ready to set off. Hong Meng saw that he was riding a horse from afar. The horse ran very slowly and walked towards this side.

"Madam Qibing, Young Master," the visitor was really the servants sent by Hong Meng to the city last night. At this moment, he was exhausted. With the rain all over, he said in a little embarrassedly: "The elder over there said that he was not allowed to enter the city, nor was he allowed to bury the master in his ancestral tomb. The clan leader was in seclusion, so the elder was in charge of the family."

"What!"

When Hong Meng heard this, he was so angry that he was so angry that he had just been angry with the Luo family's guests, and now he was angry with the clan again. His lungs were almost irritated. At this moment, he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

"mother!"

Hong Meng looked at his fainted mother and burst into tears. He secretly decided in his heart that he must become stronger and surpass everyone, and then never accept others to bully him again.
Chapter completed!